Tabatha Wharton



a year+ in the life of my evolving, offbeat aesthetic as i navigate being
a mid-30s-femme-grown-up-emo-punk-single-mom-graduate-student-non-profit-employee-fashionista.


The memories I have of baking cookies with my mom as a kid are of a day-long, arduous project that over took the whole kitchen and once resulted in my childhood Brittany Spaniel stealing like a dozen right off of the counter.

Maybe it’s because we only had an old hand mixer or maybe it’s because my mom was making enough cookies for the entire Union, but the single batch of our family recipe made with my beloved stand mixer Bertha (YES IT IS PURPLE I TOLD YOU IT IS MY FAVORITE COLOUR) took what felt like nanoseconds to manifest. Here’s me, setting aside a whole day to bake cookies and roughly 90 minutes later I have cookies and my kitchen counters are clean and … I guess it’s time for another holiday movie.

Santa is coming early to my house this year, because for the first time since I became a mother December 25th isn’t delegated to me, at least not this year. And it shouldn’t seem like such a big deal because we celebrate two other holidays in my home besides a secular Xmas, but … it is. I’m grateful, though, for the flexibility of souls too wise for their chronological years and for the people stepping up to assist in this new normal.

Besides, these pants are literally the cat’s pajamas and you bet I’ll be wearing these in April with zero fucks given because CATS and LONG ENOUGH and SASSY HOLIDAY CATS and PJS and caaaaaatttttsssssss.

See, I’m not a complete Grinch. I’m down for whatever winter holidays y’all want to celebrate as long as it gives me a solid reason to dress up and/or feed people. Or wear seasonally ridiculous pjs.

Emerald green zipper hoodie & grey xmas cat print flannel pj pants (in tall!): Old Navy
Black support camisole: Gap
Black fabric wrap headband: some other life
Festive red stripe/polka dot chenille ankle socks: Target
Grape stand mixer & ceramic purple mixer bowl: KitchenAid