I was thrilled when I realized in late summer, burgundy was going to be THE color for Fall. When a few weeks later, the fashion universe was calling it "oxblood" I was grossed out. BLECH, right? What Pantone crazy comes up with this shit? Who wants to conjure up the idea of slaughtered livestock when getting dressed. Can't believe PETA hasn't jumped all over this one...

Despite the grossie josie name, I still love the color.  Been dusting off everything I own in it. Like my favorite travel hat purchased a few Christmases ago at Kitson with my newish Ditas. 

These cheapie jeans I nabbed at Nordstrom at the beginning of my colored jean frenzy. Paired 'em with my new favorite J Crew sweater that every blogger and celeb is loving this season. 

This Black Halo dress that I wore for a wedding in Chicago recently with McQueen lace heels. Love love loved this look.

And this Marc by MJ top that I got resale last spring at The Divorcee Sale. 

Recently bought his tweedy number at Topshop.  Been wearing it to death. Extra points for the peplum.

Been easing into wearing the color on my lips too.  Haven't done that since high school so feeling very sixteen-year-old-chola-don't-F-with-me whenever I do.

Scored the Holy Grail of shoes at Zara a few weeks ago: slippers + studs + ox blood = Fall trend gold.

Got tons of mileage out of them during a trip to NYC last week. Added bonus: matched the carpet at 30 Rock when I visited my beloved Mr. NBC.  Meow.



Still left on my oxblood shopping list: the perfect luxe purse.  Celine or Louis Vuitton in my dreams.  Phillip Lim or Marc more likely.

And dying for a velvety jacket. 

Figure I can wear them for years to come at SC games....