Go With The Flow


I’m going to be honest with you: I hated summer up until high school and/or college. As an cronic sweat producing individual, I couldn’t stand looking “wet” at any cost. This ruled out sooo many activities all year round, as you can imagine. But, with age comes experience; and being a Minnesotan who’s had her fair share of Snowmageddons, I’ve learned to essentially be happy with what I have, while I have it.

My outlook today: summer is pretty great. My sweat strategy? Just go with it, and wear something flowy. This summer, I’ve zoned in on having the most maxi dresses, wind catching skirts and light weight pants. NO skinny jeans unless there’s an AC present. There is nothing worse than sweating in tight clothing. ūüí¶ūüí¶

Dress: Bordeaux Necklace: Patina


J/K. Teachers are allowed to tell jokes. Especially ones of the Dad variety.

A few thoughts here: do you ever have a moment¬†when you need something from the corner store, so you throw on the nearest, cleanest ¬†threads and hightail it before you run into someone you know….but then end up taking pictures because why not??

Do you also decide on one of those dress items being part of a Beyoncé costume you have saved for just the *right* occasion (i.e. anytime being the right time)?

…And lastly, is there anything better than every flavor variation of sparkling water? I think you can at least agree with me on that one.

Denim Jacket: Lucky Brand

Bulls bodysuit: Amazon

Skirt: Talbots

Birthday Wishes


So my birthday is next Tuesday… And you may know what I like to wear, but do you know the things I like to indulge in? (Probably.) Well.. How about my ever expanding wishlist???

I keep a wishlist of things handy. I’ve done this since college, and it’s changed and grown right along with me.

In college, it was DVD box sets (Hello, MadMen and The Office) before that, it was god awful handbags of any kind. Let’s just say I had a teal phase..

In the “Club” days I forced myself to pretending to like, it was shoes. Heels mostly, but sneakers too-all eye catching, because my clothes usually weren’t. My taste was an unrefined version of me now: a little quirky, brightly colored but always fun. Present day Ness is a little more complex..maybe even a little less nerdy (not true).

Here are my top 3 wishlist items for spring:

I’m super into the bell and puffer sleeve, and lucky for me, they are popping up almost everywhere. What’s bad for me, however..not all sleeves are created equally. I’m super finicky and want something really specific in a bell sleeve dress, top or jumpsuit-yes I said jumpsuit. I have some lofty goals for what I’m looking for, but this dress from Asos is pretty darn close. Plus I absolutely love royal blue. Almost as much as royal purple (who cares if I just made that up).

Polly Nor is a UK illustrator I’ve been mildly obsessed with. Her work is focused on women in their most vulnerable places, doing things JUST for them. They’re dynamic and gritty and real but absolutely gorgeous and I’ve wanted my very own “Too Good For You” (above) for over a year now. Be careful venturing her work and YOUR place of work-much of her art includes nudity. Oh and devil drawings. Lots of devils.

Last but not least: I want a vintage Schwinn bike. Not just any old bike, but a 70s style yellow, blue or gold Varsity. Easy to come by, most or less, but for an amateur biker who knows nothing about cars OR bikes, buying the right one has been difficult. I don’t want to be swindled into just any bike, and it’d be easy. It’s how I  obtained Elizabeth Taylor. (yes, that is my car’s name). She’s easy on the eyes but complex as hell-much like her namesake.

So on this birthday, I may not have everything on my wishlist, but in essence, they’re all present attributes; style, quirk and finesse. The “things” will come and go but I will always have me ūüôā

Ps. New ink would also be nice. Know any good tattoo shops??

WDSAD Style Show


Last weekend, I was honored to style some amazing individuals¬†for the¬†WDSAD Style Show at Arc’s Value Village. WDSAD (World Down Syndrome Awareness Day) is a time to acknowledge the people in our community with Down Syndrome, as well as those¬†with varying exceptionalities. Arc has been a great influence in my community work. I grew up 4 minutes away from the Richfield store, where my family consistantly¬†donates, to this day. I even worked at the location briefly before leaving for college.


Being part of a show like this meant so much to me. I have a sibling on the spectrum of autism, and organization and events like this brings beautiful people like her in the spotlight for a worthy cause. I made new friends in a community I hold dear to my heart.


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Lucky for us stylists, we got the privilege to walk the¬†runway as well. Here’s my runway walk. I was SO nervous, as if I’ve never done this before!


Of course the items I pulled (ALL from Arc) scream Nessa. But only one of them came home with me, and that was this gorgeous camel hair coat.

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It’s smooth and warm like wool, but nowhere near as itchy. And you know I’m a sucker for coats and jackets-I couldn’t let something as cool as a camel hair coat pass me by!

If you’d like to volunteer with Arc or learn more about what they do, visit Arcsvaluevillage.org¬†‚̧

Head Scarf: Thrifted (Arc Value Village)

Shades: thrifted (Style Encore-Eagan)

Coat: Larry Levine

Dress: Asos




With Love, From Grandma


She’s been away for 12 years now, but everywhere, she remains. I don’t let go of the things that made her unapologetically her.¬†I keep the things long forgotten.

I see myself in the pieces given to me. In pieces still waiting to be found.

I see her. I see my future and her past. I love them both.

When the days grow longer, and the ice starts to melt, I’m reminded that several years ago, the sharpest pain would burrow deep inside my chest. Nothing dulled it. It worsened with other losses. It kept me awake. It left me to wallow.

She left us things, purposefully and not. No year has passed without finding something new from her. I give thanks every day.

I hold her close to my heart where I lay a borrowed broach. This helps.

And it won’t matter if no one loves the feeling of garish¬†and kitsch like she did. I do.

I always will.


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And that, to me, anyway… is style.

My Summer ’16

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Well friends, we’re in the last days of¬†August, and the end of another summer in Minnesota. The season is so short, Minnesota packs in a helluva lot, and minus one week, I was here to enjoy it. This summer was a culmination of everything I’ve worked tirelessly for in the past three years. Before this year, I struggled to be open, to be seen and heard. I struggled to believe my body is a temple and a force to be reckoned with. I struggled with relationships that didn’t help me grow. I came into this year to put in the work, overcoming them all in some major events.

Here are the top 3 highlights of my summer:

3. Meeting Bob The Drag Queen-I’ll start off by saying that my fav from season 8 of Rupaul’s Drag Race called me out while on stage and later told me I was pretty. His assistant assumed I was a size small in t-shirts. All while on the 3rd day of my menstrual cycle. Heaven sent me two angels that day.

2. I visited the place I will for sure haunt after I die-New Orleans. While in my favorite city, I stumbled upon the NOLA Pride parade and gained the privilege to throw beads atop a float down Bourbon Street. I had the spirit of Big Freedia coursing through my veins.

1. After pouring blood, sweat and tears into my fitness, I ran- *and finished*- The Tough Mudder THREE YEARS AHEAD OF SCHEDULE. Yes. It was #1 on my five year plan and I crushed it in record time. I climbed walls, jumped in deep sludge, I was even ELECTROCUTED. But it was all worth it to feel the strength I doubted but knew I had deep down, but too afraid to tap into. Bad feet, bad knees, whatever the excuse-I did it-and I just like that, major bad habits were unlearned.

Nothing this summer, or this year has come easy. Sacrifices were made for every one of them, but the pay off will forever live with me. Small or large, I had fun and I came into my own, and my little world responded.

Whether it was joy or pain, tears were shed. The work isn’t done. I still have a Masters and a pair of roller skates to gain next year..

I’m ready for you, 2017.

Honorary Mentions of Summer 16:

-A teenage girl thought my poolside outfit was ‘super amazing’. Huzzah! I’m still relevant!

-Decor in my new apartment is now so *me* and on point, I come home happier everyday than when I left, which is new, but means everything. Like a Sim, my environment levels are through the roof (literally).

-You’re reading my blog, (!!!) which means more to me than just a mention, but I didn’t have a picture of me hunched over my Macbook with a stupid grin on my face. Nor do we want one. Thanks!