I would like a grape sno cone with vanilla ice cream in the middle.

It's a balmy 32 degrees today. So much snow. And honestly, the temperature does feel balmy. Slushy.
boots: Nordstrom
tights: Target
skirt: homeade, out of some strange but cool faux snakeskin material. Very shiny.
blue drapey top: forever 21.
My Grownup Shirt I bought three years ago that still looks brand new.

coat: old navy
scarf: hand-me-down
red leather gloves!!: gifted. Awesome.

PS I've been trying to write a resolutions blog for the new year, and laughed when I came across this girl. I think she's got the right idea.

high 16 degrees. Oh, and I love details.

Hello all you attractive people.
Here is a large load of pictures, as I post sometimes.

After not posting barely at all.

Seriously there are like 15 pictures coming up.

Be ready.
The above is me, this morning, off to campus to return books to the library and stuff, unshowered, but moderately cheerful nevertheless, because I can finally smell the end of this semester. It was no degrees outside.
combat-y boots: american eagle (shame...shame on me)
jeans: rock and republic...size too big...sooo comfy
belt:thrifted
gray long sleeve: h&m
green cardigan: gap
scarf: Target. It's like 15 feet long and really skinny but I just wrapped it a lot.
glasses: So I can see when my contacts aren't in my eyes.

I took this picture, this crappy picture, to illustrate how proud I am of this $12 DI coat that is lined, waterproof, cute, and has a hood. And my Target gloves. I was quite toasty with all the layers that I wore today.

Later I showered and went to Salt Lake to a concert with
my Mr. Henrie. We made it a tradition of sorts to go to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert every year together. This was our third year.
Before we went to the concert, we went to dinner and I had PARMESAN-ENCRUSTED SCALLOPS THAT I WANTED TO MARRY THEY WERE SO GOOD.
Alas, later they gave me a stomachache.

shoes: you already know
tights: Nordstrom last winter...my favorite.
skirt: probably thrifted. Wool. Super warm.
cool pleated stretchy acrylicy peach blouse: frenchi...how I love frenchi...
red belt: my mom's tie from when she worked when I was little and was old-school-awesome and wore a tie to work. SO I tied it around my waist.
pin on belt: nana's. Yeah Nana!
I realize this picture is crap. I had to take these when it was getting dark.

coat: in this post, I illustrate a very strange happening back in September during which I encountered piles and piles and piles of free clothes. This is where this coat came from. A pile of free clothes. I had it drycleaned and loved it from forever on.
And now that I'm home from 5 degree Salt Lake City, let me say that long 80% wool coats from the eighties are the BEST at keeping you warm. Really.
scarf: thrifted

pin, to make up for lack of detail in the crap picture above.

beautiful pleating on back of le skirt.

awesome detailing of the tights.

Awesome bunching (for lack of a more technical term) of my ba-louse.

the chocolate raspberry cake I ate at the bakery Westefarian and I attended after the concert.

look at my friend. I will miss him. We got that shirt on sale at Express for like $8. Mmm.

Caaaaake

Wes, December 2008, same place, same cake

And this year. Thought it was only appropriate to take another one.

Flmarkgle...getmrup.

to answer five questions recently asked:

Mandy, the peach lace dress is from DI. For some reason, the dress section at the Provo location blesses me frequently. Can't say so much for the jeans section, or the knit shirts section.
But someday!
Kayla, regarding my hair--this is my super-technical technique:
I squish it all against the back of my head with one hand and pin pin pin frantically with the other.
Jean, no, I am no longer engaged. I was from April-July, and now I am not. PS, who are you?
Brittany, I changed my major to psychology! I hope...hope hope I can do it. After a lot of thought and prayer, I'm switching. I feel good. Turns out, after one more 300 level class, I have my English minor. Whoulda thunk. So now I am an English minor, psych major. And grad school is a pipe dream, but, hey. I like those. :)
Self--I haven't posted pictures a lot lately because I've been a little sick and a little busy and a little down. As the year winds down, I look back at all that I have learned and get a little overwhelmed, and ready for the future, and for this year to be over, in a good way.

After a less-than-awesome (albeit profitable) day, it's good to come home, make a giant rootbeer float, watch Duckie dance, and
pretend like it's warm enough to buy the yellow ruffly swimsuit that's at Target right now.
See below.
I wistfully hug the rack full of it whenever I walk by
on my way to the food court.

Lots and lots of gray.

I promise I'm not nearly as annoyed as this picture makes me out to be.
I'm really quite cheerful today.
I keep trying to put outfits with skirts and dresses together but I seem to have really lost my touch in that area. Hopefully over the next few days I'll be inspired. I own more than twenty and less than fifty dresses, so you'd think I'd get my butt in gear in that direction.
boots: Delia's
jeans: Rock and Republic
blouse: Target
tank: somewhere or other
sweater: thrifted
locket: gift!

Isn't this locket intricate-looking and awesome? If the guy I know who made it wasn't leaving the country, I would suggest to him that he should open an Etsy shop.
Because he makes beautiful things.

Cha-cha-check out the detailing on these boots. A girl I used to work with had the same ones, and her boyfriend called them hooker boots.
Have you ever seen any less hookerish boots in your life.

Snow snow snow. Pin pin pin.

dress: vintage, thrifted
white sweater: j. crew
shoes: Target. I've had them for four years and they look brand new...I can't stop wearing them..
pins: vintage, my nana's
I don't remember what blog I saw it on, but someone grouped pins like this, and I thought it was a great idea. So I tried it. Like it? Too much?

It FINALLY snowed today!

And now, a little Conrad Birdie for your Sunday.
Ann Margret makes me proud of my barrel chest.
And listen to that Bobby Rydell sing.

Ragu dress=go to

boots: not rated. They have fleece on the insides OK? They win a lot.
jeans: joe's jeans. I almost sold these to a consignment store because they're straight cut and cropped, so they looked doofy forever and would flap out of my boots and I got sick of them, but then Talley came over and tapered the legs for me! Who knew he was a seamstress?
flowered dress: Target. Of course. Do you have a piece of your wardrobe that is literally appropriate for all situations ever created and is your go-to for dates, important conversations, any weather, anything, etc? That's what this dress is.
Unfortunately it is my sister's.
blue wrap sweater: Gap (seen here in gray) they were on sale for $15 back in July or something..I am so glad I bought them.
gold braid headbands: Old Navy.
I have figured out how to put my strange,
transitioning hair up and not look five
or poky in the back.
Let the peasants rejoice.

I also wore a foot wide, ten-foot-long scarf today, which I wound around myself in various mystical ways. Too bad I didn't get a picture of it.
Happy Friday.
I think I am going to create a language made entirely from blogspot word verifications.
Snarkgs treichr tluman, resren wasilq soands!

The Mandarin...go to ittttttt

There are these times when my sister and I really get in the holiday spirit, and she drapes a table runner 'round her shoulders and makes herself a big disgusting mug of hot chocolate with about a half a bottle of caramel ice cream topping, and sits creepily by the tree. The above was one of those times, and I just wanted to share her devilish face.

This is Jon Westefarian Ecuadorian Henrie IV. He leaves on a mission for our church in two weeks, and last night we went up to Salt Lake with his family to see this. It was incredible, and so was P.F. Chang's beforehand, but if you ask me, Chinese food is THE BEST at this place. P.F. Chang's is good, but....not super awesome. So go to the Mandarin.
I will miss Wes a lot, and I sure am so very proud of him. He is one of those friends you couldn't have gotten through some periods of your life without.
Look at his piercing eyes. Are they piercing you?
peter pan blouse: love squared
black dress: forever 21
I have decorated my lair for Christmas.
There is my tree, next to my desk.