Products made in India, sport my new "Fashion Tiger" label and those made in Illinois, my traditional "Mrs. Emily" label. 

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My mother was right. I AM special.

My mother was right. I AM special.

I talked here about how our self confidence can't be based on our clothes/makeup/hair/etc. It has to be rooted in something far more stable.

I often feel self-conscious. And it's become a reminder for me now - to stop and give myself a talking-to. About WHO I am and WHY I'm special. "Young lady", I start out, and go from there.

Feeling self-conscious is an opportunity to remember that you are more than the sum of your accomplishments and perfectly-applied mascara. Sometimes, I make an opportunity for myself to feel uncomfortable, so I can practice loving myself...


Blooming Cactus Cap

Blooming Cactus Cap

I've long-time dreamt of having a 10 foot tall cactus in my house. I'm Midwest born and raised, so cacti are exotic and magical to me.  
Meet my newest cap: the blooming cactus. The black and white cap make the amazing cactus and sunshine, go with everything in your closet. It's that magical black and white makes everything aight rule of thumb.

So head to


I'm happy; this is difficult; and you are awesome.

I'm happy; this is difficult; and you are awesome.

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The Case Of The Disappearing Cankles

The Case Of The Disappearing Cankles

WELL. Once upon a time, I found some super cute pants online and ordered them and they for sure didn't fit great but I kept them anyway because you know; it's a pain to take things back and they technically did cover my body which sometimes, is the only checkmark I have patience/time/energy for when buying clothes. 

And so there we were, posing for a photo on a warm Spring day when all of a sudden. Daaaaaang it: cankles.

Toddler cankles are 100% adorable. Grown-woman-cankles are another can of...


Sometimes I take drastic measures.

Sometimes I take drastic measures.

This weekend I found myself at the local outlet mall. My husband and daughter were at the playground, taking a break from all the bargain hunting. And I was trying on jeans.

I literally took a picture of my tush in each pair I tried on and then scrolled through them to pick the best pair of jeans.

I just thought you should know. Sometimes I take drastic measures. But hey, now I have jeans.