Play All The Hits

Investment Piece: Playing All the hits
Investment Piece: Playing All the Hits
Investment Piece: Playing All the hits
Investment Piece; Playing all the Hits
Investment Piece: Playing All the Hits
Investment Piece: Playing All the Hits

She fought it at first. That feeling that things were over. After all, she was amazing and he should be grateful for that. The dull pain took away her desire to sing, and to tell her stories. But then, time passed. She calmed down. It dawned on her that the best thing that he ever did was leave her alone.
And after time, her voice returned, as did her passion. She began to sing again, and to play all the hits.
Maybe he didn’t love the way that she told the story of she and him? That was his problem.
She was singing, telling the tale, playing all the hits.

Wearing all black isn’t only chic and slimming, it hides things like spilling your holiday cheer on you. Just keep that in mind this holiday season. And as for hits, is there a better one? I can’t think of a time when all black wouldn’t be great!
Are socks with heels a thing we do? I asked that question when I first started this blog, and the answer was a resounding yes. You can see for yourself here.
And socks with something to say? I’m in!
(If you can’t quite tell, these say “Aurevior Asshole”. Break-up socks if I ever saw them. These are MOTHER, not just great jeans and can be found here)

This look is not only perfect for work, cocktails, and holiday parties when you just aren’t in the mood, but for when the new year comes and you have things on your mind.

I’ve linked pieces below for your shopping pleasure. Play those hits!

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Maybe your holiday and Black Friday didn’t get you all the shopping you wanted. Maybe you’re just attempting to make this Monday back from a holiday pass a little more easily. No matter what your maybe is, I’ve got a sale for that. It is the holiday season after all!

Below find my picks from the CyberSales happening today!
Happy Shopping!!


Investment Piece: CyberMonday Sales

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Up to 60% off on select styles!
Also, receive a $50 gift card for every $250 spent to use in January!

Amazon Fashion
Don’t sleep on Amazon! Their selection of clothes and shoes is top notch, and let’s not get mad at how quickly the deliver!

Recieve up to 30% off your entire purchase with the code SHOPALLDAY

Banana Republic
Take 50% off of everything. This should get a lot of shopping in!

And of course, if you need help navigating your holiday shopping, CyberSales, or any shopping, remember my personal shopping services are open!

I’d love to know: what did you get this year at the CyberSales?

Ex Files: The Top 7 Worst Dates I’ve Ever Been On

Loves! I’m thrilled to introduce you to Shelia Smires of SheSmilesAllDay, a fashion blog that I’ve just fallen in love with! (Make sure you give her a follow! Her Instagram/Twitter/Pinstrest is @shesmilesblog)
How I knew that Shelia and I would get along? This article The Top 7 Worst Dates I’ve Ever Been On. Here, we do ex-files (some of my faves include The One Who Asked for his Money Back” and Tinder on an Airplane ); another woman with great style and dating horror stories seems like a soul mate to me! So below, printed with persimission, is Shelia’s list of dates that are maybe just a bit forgettable!
Happy reading!

The Top 7 Worst Dates I’ve Ever Been On
Investment Piece: Ex Files: She Smiles All Day

I would like to start out by saying that this post is not meant to deter you if you’re a woman out on the dating scene whose interested in online dating. I have been on a lot of dates and the fact that only eight of them come to mind as truly terrible makes for pretty good odds.

Often times I find that dates are usually just…okay. Not bad, but maybe just not that great. And occasionally they’re really wonderful. So don’t let me scare you and prevent you from putting yourself out there because typically the worst case scenario is that you have a mediocre date and you go home and order a pizza afterward. No big deal.

However, if you do have a bad date let these seven awful stories give you a sense of comfort because you are definitely not alone.

Sometimes they’re bad because you don’t have any chemistry, sometimes you just flat out think they’re an asshole and sometimes they’re just plain creepy dudes. Whatever the case may be, hopefully, the exit strategies I’m sharing below can help you if you ever have the misfortune of finding yourself in the middle of a terrible date.


I went on a date with a guy (let’s called him Jeff) who was new to the city, doing the techie transplant thing and who lived out by the beach in the Outer Richmond. We met up on a late, sunny afternoon at a coffee shop in his neighborhood. When I arrived he came bumbling out of the restroom and told me he decided he didn’t want coffee after all and that we should walk down to the beach.

The entire walk there he asked me zero questions about myself but told me several stories about pranking his college roommate and how he sometimes doesn’t leave his apartment for a week straight. Fantastic.

Once we were at the beach we sat down in the sand and without saying a word, he reached over and removed my sunglasses and put them on. I had known him for 10 minutes (literally). He then insisted that I take my jacket off so I’d be more comfortable and if you’re from San Francisco and have been to the cold af beach you understand how absurd that is.

After all of 5 minutes, he decided he didn’t actually want to hang out at the beach and that we should walk back. He asked me for restaurant recs and I told him there was a great Chinese restaurant (RIP Shanghai Dumpling King) in his neighborhood. He suggested we go to it so we started walking in that direction.

Then he suggested we take it to go and go back to his apartment, to which I replied with a hard no (you can’t just take soup dumplings to go, wtf) which prompted him to oddly start babbling about how he “forgot” he needed to move his roommate’s car.

He then stopped walking abruptly and pointed to a random car across the street and said “that’s his car. If I don’t move it he’s going to kill me. But we should get food another time for sure”. Then he scampered off across the street towards the car without another word, looked around and then ran off in the opposite direction and disappeared down an alleyway. Goodbye Jeff.


You want to know how I knew this guy was adopted? Because he told me. Over and over and over. Not only did he tell me all about how he was adopted but he also told me about how his biological parents were involved in a murder case.

He then went on to detail every crime anyone in his adopted and biological family had committed, many of which included rape, incest, and murder.


When I was ordering a Lyft at the end of the date he kept looking over my shoulder and asking me where I lived. Then he awkwardly kissed me on the forehead (I’m sorry, what?) and I jumped into my waiting Lyft and started googling his name to see if he had recently escaped from prison for making skin suits out of his tinder dates.


I was probably around 21 when I met up with this guy who was 29. In my opinion, not much of an age difference but I’ve always dated older guys. He, however, found our age difference to be extremely fascinating and it dominated the conversation.

We were going to see a movie which is a terrible first date idea but I was trying to be easy going. On our way up to the movies, we saw a group of high school kids clearly on their way to prom since they were all decked out in frilly dresses and tuxes. My date could not stop staring at them and then whispered: “you look like you could be one of them”. Um, thank you?

I can’t really remember many details of the movie we saw since I was desperately waiting for it to end but I do remember it had a young teenage girl in it with blonde hair, which prompted him to lean over 3 times and whisper “you look just like her” to me throughout the film. I was beginning to realize he may have been hoping I was secretly 15 and I got the eff out of there.

Oh, and at one point he also spent 15 minutes telling me how he was currently in a feud with his roommate because he “didn’t want to be an animal” with him. Exsqueeze me??? What does that even mean sir??


Alright, so this one is partially my fault.

I had pregamed a little too hard for our first date and therefore was pretty fuzzy on the details when it came to you know, what he looked like and his personality. I do remember having a nice time and probably one too many whiskey sours.

Flash forward to our second date a few days later and I am horrified to see that the guy I was picking up was not, in fact, as cute or as charming as the picture my drunk brain had painted.

Listen, I’m not trying to be an asshole but I’m just not attracted to guys who can’t dress themselves. Call me shallow but I’m just not into it. No thanks.

He was wearing pants that were about 3 times too big for him, a bizarre baggy windbreaker and the most heinous glasses I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. His hair was slicked back and greasy with gel and I realized that I had made a very big mistake.

Now before you start thinking I’m a total bitch let me be clear that I was also not impressed with his conversation skills. He told me back to back rave stories, a long drawn out tale about an “epic” camping trip and how he considered himself a sommelier because he use to work at Whole Foods (what?).

We went to Golden Gate Park which was not an ideal date setting for me at the time because I was currently dealing with a bad arthritis flare up in my foot and wasn’t really up to taking a long walk. He ignored this fact when I told him and suggested we walk around the entire park and became irritated when I need to sit on a bench for a break. Charming.

He then suggested we rent a paddle boat and go out on Stow Lake. I really did not like the idea of being stranded at sea with him but he insisted. He told me he thought I should paddle the entire time so his legs could get a break and he kept trying to kiss me, only succeeding once THANK GOD.

At this point I was so unattracted to him I considered diving into the smelly gooey lake just so I could escape him but before I could he pulled out his phone and said “let’s take a picture!”.

Ugh. I did not want to be associated with him or his hideous glasses in any way so I was not excited, as is made evident by the photo we took below. Look at my face. That is not the face of a happy woman.

After our date, I drove him home and he asked me to come inside, an offer I firmly declined. I texted him as soon as I got home to let him know (as nicely as possible) there would not be another date.


This date lasted a whopping 6 hours and was terrible from beginning to end. Alas, I was 18 and had no idea how to get out of terrible dates and so instead endured it until the last minute. In order to spare you the long, unfortunate details I will just list some highlights that I believe do speak for themselves.

-We started at a sandwich shop where he told me he forgot his wallet and asked if I could spot him.

-I was ready to leave after this but then he suggested we go to the movies so we hopped on the Muni to head downtown. He purchased a child’s ticket (he now all of a sudden had found his wallet) even though he was most certainly not a child.

-A BART cop stopped us at the Powell St. Station and asked to see our train passes and then issued him a $100 ticket for using a child’s pass. He screamed at her and then spent 20 minutes calling both his mother and his father asking them to pay for the ticket for him. Yikes.

-He all of a sudden had a sweet tooth and dragged me into an ice cream shop where he purchased a giant sundae that was clearly not meant for one person and then yelled at the cashier because he thought $7 was an outrageous price and after they had already made the gargantuan sundae decided he didn’t want it anymore.

-When we got to the theater there were two movies that were starting soon and he asked me which one I would like to see. After I told him my choice he said: “Okay cool, we’ll see the other one”.

-When we were paying for the tickets the cashier asked if we were paying together and he cackled and said: “I’m not paying for her!”.

-He talked throughout the entire movie and had the worst breath of all time.

-When we were leaving he told me how he was thinking about auditioning for The Voice and then began performing a Bruno Mars song, loudly and VERY badly, in the street. I walked ten feet ahead of him.

-He asked me if I could look up the bus times on my phone and then asked me to wait with him. I finally stopped being a pushover and said “that’s going to be a no for me” and raced down the steps to the BART station and got the hell out of there.


This date lasted an entire 40 minutes and honestly, that was 40 minutes too long.

I met up with this guy who had my ex-boyfriend’s name, which honestly should have been a red flag from the start. He was new to the city, having just moved here for work from New Jersey (another red flag. Kidding! Kind off…). He also had this absurd Johnny Bravo-ish hair that I could not stop staring at. How did he get it so high up? How long did that take him?

He was immediately very cold and unfriendly. I asked him about his job and New Jersey and how he was liking the city. He went on and on about the company he was working for, told me some very dull stories about his hometown and said that he hadn’t really gone outside of the 4 block radius of his apartment since he got to San Francisco. Basically, he was a real thrill.

When we got to the bar he “shhhed” me when I asked him what kind of food he liked and said “can you wait until we sit down away from everyone?” as if I had actually asked him how much money he made and if I could have some.

He clearly was not into me, which was made evident by the way he didn’t ask me a single question about myself and often times stared off out the window with a dead look in his eyes. I tried making conversation but he basically answered everything with a yes or a no. Awesome. So fun.

I guzzled my drink so I could leave and he said he would close out, so clearly he was ready to go as well. When he came back he pointed to my top (an amber colored sweater) and said “oh hey, your shirt matches your drink glass” (I had ordered a Moscow Mule) and I said “Yeah, I planned it that way” jokingly and he just stared at me with his mouth agape looking horrified for a reason that was not clear. “I was joking…” I told him. OBVIOUSLY. Did he think I spent hours coordinating my outfits to the future vessels that would contain my next alcoholic beverage? Did he think I could see the future? Honestly, that would have been very useful as I could have skipped this date entirely.

Then I started to go outside and I told him my lyft was almost here which apparently surprised him because he said: “you already called one?” YES. OF COURSE.

Finally, once we were outside I began putting my jacket on and I looked back at him and saw him doing that bizarre staring thing again, this time just looking off blankly into the street. I asked “Are you good?” and he glared at me and snapped “Yes, I was waiting for you to put on your jacket, god”. Okaaaaaay.

I saw my lyft was approaching so I said goodbye and started walking towards the street corner, which happened to be in the same direction he was walking in and he laughed and said “Um…you don’t need to walk me home” LOLOLOL. Okay. Right.

Then I laughed (too hard) and got into the lyft waiting for me at the corner and turned back and said: “I would never”.


I’ve saved the grossest for last. You’re welcome.

I met this guy at a brewery downtown and he was nice enough. At first. He told me about how he was in dentistry school and how he was new to the city. He was friendly and made good conversation so, so far so good. This was the first fifteen minutes.

Once we got our beers we sat down and continued chatting. He had asked me about my name and I was telling him how it’s my grandma’s name when he all of a sudden completely interrupts me and says “I really want to kiss you right now”. I was so taken aback because while this could have been a romantic line if I had say, known him for more than a handful of minutes, it was the most absurd timing. A few minutes into our first date, while I’m talking about my grandmother. Ew. It was all downhill from there.

I made a joke about how I had literally just met him moments before and that he should cool his jets and he said “I just can’t stop staring at your mouth”. Ew. Ew ew ew. Nope. No thanks.

After our beers he suggested we move onto another bar and I really didn’t want to but at that point, I had only been there for 30 minutes and I felt like I shouldn’t be a total asshole and bounce.

So we walked a few blocks to Local Edition, a speakeasy-style bar downtown, and we get another beer. The entire walk there he was trying to hold my hand and put his arm around me. I told him that I was not down with that and he said: “I guess you’re just not a very affectionate person”. Um, I do not know you, sir.

Once we got to the bar we grabbed another round of beers and he continued to be creepy af. He kept trying to massage my neck and kiss my cheek. I told him repeatedly that I did not know him like that and that I didn’t want him to touch me. He laughed it off as if I was being flirtatious. No, bitch. I think you’re gross. Go home.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I told him I was taking off. He seemed so genuinely puzzled by why I would leave so soon and STILL tried to kiss me goodbye, a move that I dodged with such agility that my lyft driver who saw the entire exchanged applauded when I got into the car.

So the date was gross but it gets worse you guys.

The next day he texted me saying he had the best time (what?!) and that we should grab coffee soon. I typically try not to ghost dudes because I obviously don’t love it when it happens to me, so I usually will just text someone and let them know if I don’t see us going on a second date. But this guy was foul and deserved a proper ghosting so I ignored his text and all of the other ones he sent me that week.

Until that is, he sent me a novel about how much of a bitch I was and how I had just used him to get free drinks. He’s referring to my two extravagant beers by the way. He then started blowing up my phone with links to events in the city that had free drinks and food. How sweet!

…that last sentence was meant to be sarcastic but also, it was kind of useful info. Just saying!

So I replied and told him his behavior had been wildly inappropriate and that I had no idea he was so strapped for cash and that I could venmo him the $10 for my beers asap. Then I blew up his phone with 20+ links to debt relief websites. And that, thankfully, was the last time I heard from the creepy dentist.

I hope my bad date stories have given you a laugh and a little comfort in knowing that girl, you are not alone. Tell me your dating horror stories in the comments below!

Xo, She

I’m so grateful to Sheila for sharing her stories. The good news? It’s CLEARLY not us. It’s them.

Wishing us all a week of good dates and amazing shoes! Xo RA

Black Friday Sales

It’s the day! Well, maybe you’ve been getting sale emails all week, BUT, it’s finally the day! It’s Black Friday and the official start of holiday shopping. It’s a great day to get deals for you, and for all of the presents you’re going to be giving! I’ve picked out some of my favorite things that just happen to be on sale-perfect for us and perfect for others!

Happy shopping!

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Some of the best jeans I own, and up to 70% off

Everything is 40% off (yes, including sales) with the code TOGETHER

This Black Friday Sale has a little bit of everything! Desginer Steals, Basics under $100, just making my picks was difficult. We can buy it all, right?

Not only Black Friday, but a buy more, save more sale!
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I’d love to know: where are you shopping this Black Friday?

And loves: a note about posting! It is that time of year: gift guides and sales will be filling up all of your feeds. And we will have our fair share. You’ll get my take on what to buy this year, for both presents and on sale, mixed with our outfit posts and Sunday Chronicles. The best way to stay in the loop? Sign up for our newsletter (get everything right in your inbox!). On every look and shopping option, there is a chance for you to save it for later (the little heart), that way you can know if there is a second discount, etc. My personal shopping services are still open if you need help managing this time of year. Let’s get to shopping!

What to Wear: Holidays

What are you wearing? I ask myself this question multiple times a day. And, if we have plans, I’ll ask you what you’re wearing, too.
Especially during the holiday season.
Tis the season of plans, from grand parties to little get togethers, and tis also the season of looking merry at work. The eternal question being: what to wear?

I’ve had years that have been full of holiday plans almost every night of the season. Then there have been years that are light on plans, but I still wanted to look like I was celebrating, or at least in the mood to celebrate.

I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve come up with a Holiday What to Wear Guide. From party outfits, to pieces that make the work day bearable, this is what I’m going to wear. What about you?

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Investment Piece: What to Wear: Holiday
From solid to sparkly, any cut, any fit, a great suit is a holiday must. They bring a sophistication to your look, can be worn as seperates, and make the question what to wear a simple one. HM has some great ones in their holiday collection, and they only get better from there. Here are a few of my faves:

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From dresses and skirts to shirts and accents. Velvet says holiday season. (It can also keep you warm!) Another plus- it’s office friendly, but takes you into any celebration! Here are some of my velvet picks:

Investment Piece: How to Sparkle
If there were ever a time for sequins, this is it. Pants (even sweatpants), tops, skirts, anything that can sparkle-you should let it. Here are some of my sequin picks:

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Like Sequins, but a bit more neutral (yes, gold is a neutral). Here are are some of my picks:

Holiday Colors
Investment Piece: How to Holdiay Red and Sparkle
Reds, Greens, Plaids, Blues. Anything goes, and anything can be festive! That being said, I have a thing for plaids and reds, they just feel good to me when I do holiday wear. Here are some of my faves:

Now that we covered what to wear this holiday season, I’d love to know: what are your picks?


Investment Piece: Escape
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She was bored. Even with the impending holidays, she needed a little excitement. A little adventure. She needed an escape. It was nothing personal, and nothing to fear; it’s just that sometimes we all need to be a little wild, a little different than we are, a little escape.
So, she got herself just that.
In the country, in the quiet, she was able to let loose. Never one to blend in, she let the escape be her canvas. From vistas to leopard sightings, what she really found in little moments of escape was herself again.
And don’t worry, she brought the clothes home with her. Just in case she needs a little city escape.

Have I mentioned how much I love Amberleaf? And the coat selections they have for you this season are just…..I can’t imagine you needing anything else. From cashmere to classic cuts to every color you could want. They are worth escaping in!
(Remember to use the code RACHELADELICIA when you shop!)

Just because it’s coat season doesn’t mean that you have to resign yourself to bland winter fashion. Mix colors (how great are these gloves?). Wear print (well, leopard is a neutral, but there are so many prints out there to embrace). Your coat can be the star of your outfit, or a stunning topper. Realistically, you might not need an escape. BUT your outfit can be an escape from the ordinary, and I see nothing wrong with being ready just in case there’s a last minute get away.

This coat is Amberleaf and avaible on their site. I’ve linked pants and gloves for your escaping pleasure.
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Sunday Chronicles: Hostess Gifts

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Beginning this week, many of us will be traveling to friends and family, bringing with us holiday cheer and (hopefully) pie. From the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday through the entire holiday season, we will most likely be eating/staying/partying at someone else’s home. Which begs the question: what should you do about a hostess gift?

I’m from the South and a big fan of the hostess gift. Even if it’s just a bottle of wine. Sometimes, especially if it’s a bottle of wine. Beyond the way a hostess gift allows you to contribute to the festivities, I’m a fan of the way a hostess gift says thank you for opening your home.

This is not the only time you’ll hear me say this, but I think that gift giving is personal. I have no idea what the people in your life might like, or your relationship to gifting with them. At the very least, I hope that my gift guides inspire you to find something special for your gifts. At the most, I hope my picks are something you can give! And in between, I hope that my gift guides make shopping for gifts if not fun, bearable.

But back to the hostess gifts.
**According to my mom, and etiquette specialist, if you’re bringing food to a party you don’t have to bring a hostess gift. I’m letting you make that call.

Below are my picks for hostess gifts. You’ll notice most of them are small, related to eating and drinking, and inexpensive. There’s no need to go over the top with a hostess gift.

That being said—if the hostess is someone you’re incredibly close to, feel free to pick something personal and not related to the party. From a book she’d love to something she collects (I collect vintage perfume bottles), anything that says “thank you” is a great idea.

And if nothing else, there’s wine.

I’d love to know: what are your go-to hostess gifts?

Wishing us all a week of merry and shoes! Xo RA

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I’ll Take Both

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She was faced with them day in and day out. How to be-soft or hard. What to wear-pants or dress. To be sweet or to be strong. What boundaries to set.
There were days when this task was easy. She knew who she was, and what she wanted.
There were days when this choice was difficult. Choosing one meant denying a part of herself, and feeling torn was not something she loved.
Hard. Soft.
Pants. Skirt.
She was both, she loved both.
So, she took a deep breath and said:
“I’ll take both”.

And she lived happily ever after.

These pants are from seasons ago. I love that they’re part skirt, part edgy, but the deep navy keeps them classy. They can be intimidating, even I worry about what to wear with them. But, I’ve found that everything works, and when in doubt, pairing a basic with something a bit daring is always a good call.

That being said, I love a great cable knit sweater and could live in them. Yes, I think you need one.
I also think that you need a great, little black shoe.

In general, I’m a fan of our outfits giving us more rather than making us choose. I’d love to know-when was a time when you said “I’ll take both”?

As mentioned, these Alexander Wang pants are from a few seasons ago, but I’ve linked similar -as well as shoe and sweater choices!

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Prairie Dresses: Do You Need One?

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Little House on the Prairie (Both the show and the books) was one of my favorites growing up. Ask me about prairie dresses, and I want to tell you stories of independence, Ma and Pa, and battling the elements. There were days when I made my sister wear a bonnet, I had one too, and we pretended that we were traveling the country, standing up for ourselves as we went. Prairie dresses were a thing I did.

Now, ask me about prairie dresses and I envision a maxi (most likely floral) with detailed sleeves. I might even want to pair one with combat boots and explore the line between feminine and edgy. Prairie dresses.

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So, what exactly is a prairie dress? And do you need one?

Google prairie dress and you’ll be in for a treat (and lots of shopping). Collectively, we can concure that a prairie dress is a high necked (mostly), modest dress, most likely ruffled, that combines romanticism and melancholy. And loves, they are in-no matter what story you want to tell with them.

Which leads us to the question: do you need one?
Yes, I’m allowing for the possibility that you already have one, this isn’t the first time that a prairie dress has captivated the fashion scene.
And yes, I think you need one.
Stories are not only about what we say, but what we don’t. Modest, maxi dresses give you a chance to play with that.

Investment Piece: Prairie Dresses

We know that I love a good juxatipositon, and I can’t think of a better one than something romantic paired with something edgy. I love prairie dresses with boots, sneakers, and of course heels.
And not every prairie dress has to be super girly. With our wide range of options, there are prairie dresses sans Ruffles, flowers, bows, but that capture the high neck and sleeves — I also love a good detail and prairie dresses deliver.

I’ve linked some of my favorite prairie dresses below. What story will you tell with them?

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Riding Hood

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She loved adventure. And while that could scare those around her who loved to stay home; she trusted that she would be protected. So, when the call came (and it always did), she would wrap herself in her trust and her hood and head into the wild.

Maybe it was the bright color, maybe it was the unshakable belief that she could face anything or anyone; but, when she wore her hood she was unstoppable. She met the obstacles in her path with love, she was curious about differences, and she left a smile when made her way back.

And all those wolves with big eyes and big teeth? Turns out kindness and a pink hood calm them down. Talk about a riding hood.


I have a thing for hoods-the way that they fall when they aren’t up, the way that they let you hide away if you need to. Color blocking? (Yes, that is a hot pink coat with a red skirt). I’m in. The pieces are Amberleaf, some of my women owned favorites. You can refresh here, here, and here. You can still enter the code RACHELADELICA when you shop Amberleaf here. This coat is from their cashmere collection–I had the chance to play in so many of their coats, and I can only say if staying warm and looking chic is important to you, these are must buys.

Do I think that you need a hooded coat? Yes. And that you should color block? Yes. I think that there are many adventures to be had, and that these type of pieces might be needed for them.

These boots are Celine (yes, Pheobe) and one of my prized possessions.

Shop Amberleaf above and I’ve linked similar items below for you.
Where shall we go adventuring today?

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