Boots have been my footwear of choice for half of my life. At age twelve, I found a pair of black leather knee-high boots at my grandparents’ house that I wore obsessively, but only while staying in Denver — for a reason unbeknownst to adult Julia, I was convinced they were too scandalous to wear at home. By age fourteen I found … Keep reading…

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Despite living in St. Louis for the past few years, I’m hardly a weathered St. Louisan. I moved here from one state over and immediately jumped into work and school. So it should come as no surprise that I leaped at the opportunity to see the city like a tourist during the Fall 2013 Saint Louis Fashion Week VIP Blogger’s Experience. To … Keep reading…

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I love breaking a few rules as much as the next pattern clashing, red-lipstick-in-the-AM wearing gal, but mixing brown and black used to seem like the unbreakable law of style. Like I was when I was convinced I knew how to pronounce druzy, said I wouldn’t like margaritas, and swore I’d never be a dog person, I was wrong. Just don’t tell … Keep reading…

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