Have Your Elf A Merry Little Christmas

Today is my department's (Design and Product Research) Christmas Cookie Exchange. I was dreading this day because I don't bake cookies. The only thing I know how to bake is clay. I tried making brownies once but they turned out tasting like sea cakes because I accidentally put salt instead of sugar. The second was a half baked birthday cake for my Uncle Marvin. I guess he was so touched that he didn't mind the gooey-ness. Anyway, I was able to bring some cookies to work and they are now sitting on my desk waiting to be exchanged. They're Raspberry Choco Ripple Butter Cookies. Here's the recipe:

1 qt. tank of gas
a set of keys
some money

Get in car. Turn the ignition. Drive to store. Buy cookies. Et voila!

Onwards to my Christmas outfit...I bought that vintage velvet blazer in Soho, New York. A lot of people don't know that I lived there for a while before I moved to the happiest state, Louisiana. It was rather big so I waited till I got back to Cebu and have my fellow fashionista friend, Kate Torralba who had a little shop back then, fix it for me. Kate is now a super famous fashion designer in the Philippines with a very impressive clientele and she is still the same the Kate I know. She still cracks me up with her brutal, honest impish ways. I bought the silvery grey top from a little boutique in Ayala Mall, Cebu. The leggings, crap...I don't remember where I got them. I was rummaging my drawers and there they were. The olive wedge boots are the same boots I wore yesterday. Necklaces were thrifted so they were probably like $1 a piece. The Santa hat was from Target...circa 2003, I think.

Blazer, top and necklace detail

I have the tendency to ramble so I have to end this before this starts getting kilometric. I wish everyone a blessed Christmas. I hope you guys get everything you want that money can't buy...

How To Wear A Band Shirt

Knitted Cardigan Rue 21 American Apparel Eisley Band Shirt. Nudie Rodeo Shirt Old Navy. Refuge Olive Boots. Paris Blue Jeans. Gadzooks Armor Necklace

I think band shirts are dorky. Don't ever be that guy who wears the band shirt to the band concert. It's over-dork. But I must say this Eisley shirt doesn't exude dorkiness...or maybe I am just biased but look at it! It's brown! The print in dull gold! The artwork...bizarre as only Sherri's twisted brain can produce! This is a shirt not a vest. I'm just wearing it like it is. You know you want it. You can't have it...but fret not! You can score one from the Eisley website.

In lieu of a jabot, I opted for a necklace that kind of reminded me of a knight's armor. I wanted something outlandish to pop out in this emsemble but still relating back to my shirt. If you are familiar with Eisley music, this idea wouldn't seem far-fetched.

Ok here it is, shameless friend promotion...for those of you who have no idea who Eisley is, that's ok. They seldom cavort with mortals. They live in the faerie dell and they only come out at dusk. But do check them out. Their music will take you on an extraordinary journey of peculiar myths and fantasies...things you stopped thinking about because you grew up.

First Photo: L to R: Eisley! Chauntelle DuPree, Weston DuPree, Stacy DuPree, Sherri DuPree and Garron DuPree 2nd photo me and Sherri on her dreamy wedding day.