Word on the street is that when The Rapture comes tomorrow, all God’s children will be lifted right out of their clothes on their way to heaven. A world without clothes makes me want to get biblical on my eye sockets, but if we’re all naked, that will be the ultimate collusion, so I guess I’ll survive.

Speaking of survival, what about folks left on earth?? Super G and I aren’t taking any chances. In case we don’t make the cut, we’re geared up in our Lady Combat outfits: feminine but ass kicking in case we’re being chased by zombies or Satan.

Super G goes for a military mini purchsed just yesterday at The Gap Outlet. I’m in my J Brand skinny cargos for which I committed the sin of paying full price. Throw on a couple long sleeve light weight white shirts, useful for protecting against The Rapture’s harmful UV rays and we’re ready for whatever The Apocalypse throws our way.

You know there’s nothing fiercer than a couple of fashionistas leading an army of AWESOME!!

Hell, yeah.

No, Cape April! The weather in Seattle has been so ghastly, Super G and I simultaneaously tried to wear  springy hot pink AND bundle up under a cape, me and a shrug, her.

Super G was actually teasing me for fully wearing a turtleneck in April when we realised we were colluding. It’s easy to hide things under this cape, which, by the way, came from a recent haul with Super G at H & M. On the rack it had some super cheap looking fringe, but I saw it’s stately potential, took it home and set my knitting tools to work removing the offending articles. Voila, chic cape suitable for all Seattle seasons. And by all I mean two: rain and winter rain.

But I digress. Super G and I were colluding head to toe, right down to our disco flats.

Super G and I took alternate paths to the same destination: an important meeting with “clients”. Gina went for edgy austere with her new black tunic and jeggings from H & M. (Side bar: hot leather wrap bracelet!)

I went for more trad austere in black dress, shoes, tights, jacket, and scarf, also know as the “fallback chic” look.

Word of warning about wearing all black. While it does create a sophisticated vibe, it also makes you look like Jambi from PeeWee’s Playhouse when you stand in front of a black wall.

Now, where’s my turban?

Team spirit!

Today, a Closet Collusion Miles-Stone. These two handsome men actually dropped by my office and insisted we feature them on the blog. Thrill, on the left, and Thee Ted Smith, on the right, host a radio landslide-into-Man-Canyon called The Men’s Room on Seattle’s KISW with yesterday’s colluder Miles.

These three laddish lads prove there’s more to life than the three B’s their show is focused on, beer, boobs and bacon. There’s also SPORTS!

And fashion, especially when fashion and sport combine as they did today when Thrill showed up at work in the same fetching green Sounders FC jersey as Ted.

Team Men’s Room, that’s a sport we’ll jiggle our pompoms for. 

Wearing matching outfits isn’t just for the ladies. Super G and I found these two “highly coveted” co-workers giggling in the hallway, whispering about boys, sharing hair care tips, and in Joe’s case, showing us who’s “the hot one”.

We’re crazy about neutral. Soft white, greige, butter, fawn all gently working together with slouchy tops and skinny jeans.

But wait, there’s more. We’re Switzerland right down to our boots.

Neutrals are something we’ll raise a flag for!

That’s what the photographer said when he forced him to snap this shot. Not many women would intentionally photograph their tuckuses, but for the sake of collusion, it had to be done!

Between the two of us, Super G and I probably have 100 pair of jeans. Skinnys. Boot cut. Boyfriend. Distressed. Jeggings. Right now, I’m on the hunt for the hottest pair of high waisted 70’s I can find.

But we always come back to the gold standard, these seasons old 7 For All Mankind wide bootcut. Dress em up, dress em down, gain a few pounds, loose a few these jeans always look great.

You might think, “It’s not every day I get to collude with a rock star” but around here, it happens from time to time. Now, don’t start thinking me and Super G are running around in meat and/or swan dresses. The rock stars we rub elbows with tend to be a little more, well, comfy. And Closet Collusion LOVES comfy.

Sarah McLachlan, I’m pleased to report is as warm and soft as her pretty unstructured cardi. Just like me, she wore a super tunic, skinnys and distressed boots (not shown. I mean, how much posing could we ask this busy star to do??) We did both manage to wrap up in soft scarves, mine the faux burberry, Sarah’s, well, not so faux. Sarah got down with the brown and hit an earth tone; the perfect note for this down to Earth goddess. I went for on of my “Seattle’s many shade of gray.”

Where’s Super G, you ask? She’s behind the camera wishing she’d colluded!

Shawl we?

Shrug It Off?

Just another Dressy Bessy day of colluding. Me in my basic black and (Juicy Couture!) Granny Shawl and Gina in her sherbet sensation smock with contrasting shrug. Who says dresses have to be dressy?

Ok, I am outwitting tumblr! Just click on the title of this post to watch our latest 3D fashion haul. We “dressed” for the occasion. I took care of my extremely bad hair day. Here’s how: that bump of blonde topping my tete? A Dancing With The Stars exclusive. No lie! It was only about $20 and I got it at Ulta. Can I say I’m totally attached to my fake hair? Cuz I am. And I don’t mean by a bobby pin, although technically, that’s true.