Snowy Surprise.

I woke to the silent and steady snowfall of a pure Alaskan winter.

Ain't that a treasure.

As easy as it is to simply admire the scene from the comfort of my bed, I find that too much of a good thing isn't always a good thing, and I've spent far too much time cooped up in my bed.

Plus, I have an entire closet full of clothing just whining to be worn and enjoyed, and dressing up always does wonders on my mood.

The power of lightly applying lipstick, the sensation of a zipper sliding up just right so the clothes hug your body like they're made especially for you, and the feeling of standing a few inches taller in stilettos is magical and it still puts a smile on my face. It reminds me of when I was a little girl dressing up in my mom's heels and negligee.

Dressing old schooled, my mom and I walked into the snowy scenery and were taking pictures as usual when all of a sudden, I heard crackling behind me.

I had attracted the attention of one such moose and his photo bombs were most amoosing.

Guess I wasn't the only one enjoying the splendor of snow! 

What a surprise indeed..

I moose admit, it was nice to have some bona fide Alaskan company...

Now I moose say goodbye! Until next time. Enjoy the snow, Boris..

Fur Sure Foxy.

I woke up this morning in tears.

Which is not normal for me. The crying, yes, but the time of day, no.

You see, I finally got word about the status of an interview I had and needless to say, it didn't work out. As an emotional person, I let loose a few tears whilst brushing my teeth (not the prettiest sight in the world), and proceeded to get ready for my morning.

Luckily, I had the brains and genius to pick out an outfit the night before and the outfit did not suit my current mood. Cheetah print top, Adidas sneaks, and one foxy fur coat were not part of an ensemble that let in room for sadness and disappointment.

Without even knowing it, I had successfully managed to force myself to turn around through the art and power of clothing. Fur sure.

A woman who wears foxy clothing doesn't have time to dwell on the past and get stuck in a rut. A woman who wears street sneaks doesn't have time to call it quits and wallow at home. This woman has an untapped power just waiting to be unleashed. This woman has run into a little bump in the road and the animal within is dying to be released into the wild, on another road less traveled.

As much as I want to feel discouraged, I have to remain positive in the sense that I simply have to find something that's available for me out there. I have to reach out to those who can help me, and I have to look at the future with the optimism I know is inside of me.

The world is mine for the taking and I am now faced with an exciting opportunity to pursue whatever it is I want. Wherever I want!

Like the foxy lady I know I am, I have to remain fearless in the pursuit of what sets my soul on fire. And at least I know what that is! All I have to do is focus on where to look...

What I wore: black Tom Ford sunglasses (consignment), assortment of vintage pearl necklaces (antique), vintage cream coat with green fox trim fur (antique store), black Classiques Entier cigarette pants (Mom's), and green Adidas sneakers with cheetah trim (consignment).