Those are bare legs you are seeing, my friends. Bare legs on January 6th. My logic tells me this is a fluke. This time next month we'll probably be snowed-in and I'll be cursing the weather. But today it feels like spring and I want to buy everyone a drink with an umbrella in it.
If you see a weird girl frolicking through the dead grass today yelling 'spring is here!', that will be me.
And just like that it was fall. I believe it got down in the 30's last night my friends. See what a little whining can do? It gets you want you want. That's always been my m.o.
Oh and yes, I cut my hair. Again. This is what I wasn't brave enough to do the first time around. I somehow found bravery on Wednesday and just said 'chop it' to the hair lady. This is going to sound weird, but I wish you guys could feel my hair. It's really soft, like rabbit's foot soft. If we ever meet, feel free to touch my hair. I'll completely understand.
You know that saying 'today is the first day of the rest of your life?" Well I personally feel like that's only applicable to a few life experiences like maybe if you woke up from a decade long coma or recently got out of prison. But today is the first day of a new chapter for me, so I feel like it's slightly appropriate. You see my friends, I have exciting news. Today I got the keys to a place that I'm renting. No, not to live in but to work in. In about 3 weeks from today, I'll open the doors to a little clothing shop that I will own and manage. After working on this for close to a year, I have to admit it's really really hard not to end every sentence with about 3 exclamation points and a emoticon that looks like this guy :-P. But for your sake, I'll spare you. Okay, maybe just a few... !!!!!!!! There, I'm better now.
So what does that mean for my blog? For the month of September my outfits will probably be a bit more casual and I'll probably look tired from the lack of sleep due to high levels of anxiety and caffeine. But other than that no change. I'll still get dressed everyday because let's be honest, no one wants to see me naked.
Oh and as for the hair, I went with Olivia 1.5. I couldn't quite gain the courage to go as short as #2. One day, you guys. One day.
The other night I popped into Target to more or less waste time, as I was too early for an appointment. When I 'pop in' to Target I tell myself three things: no magazines, no clothing, no chocolate. Because I typically walk out with all three. Add a bottle of wine and I've got a really fun night ahead. You see what I mean? Someone has to set boundaries around here. As I was walking out the door, empty handed mind you, this little top jumped into my hands and somehow I ended up at the check out counter. It all happened so fast, the details are fuzzy so I can't really explain it. I could have been drugged, that is one theory. What really happened? We might never know.
But just to prove that I do have self-control, no magazines or chocolate were endangered on this trip.
I know you aren't going to believe me but this is not my house or my balcony. Our house doesn't have a balcony, in fact I'm not even sure if we have an attic. But I am 99% sure we don't have a second floor. Of course who needs a second floor to have a balcony? I could just knock out our bedroom wall and put up some columns. And some of the huge lion statues, so people know we are high class.
Hence, why I went with a style blog instead of a decor blog.
This will round up my 30 for 30 summer remix. (I'll try to post all 30 looks this week, promise.) I always feel like I just finished running a marathon after a 30 for 30. Although technically I've never run a marathon. I have run a full mile though. I know, you are impressed and probably thinking, 'how does this girl have time to run a whole mile once in her life andwear clothes?'
Sometimes when I dress in bright colors I actually forget that I'm wearing bright, attention-grabbing colors. Take today for instance, as I was walking up to the post office some girl in the reflection of the glass caught my eye. I thought "well that's some serious yellow going on." So I did a double take in the glass. Turns out, I was the girl. I'm not sure if that's a good sign when you start talking crap behind your own back...to yourself.
This is also probably a sign I need more friends. That don't hang out at the post office.
If you can't tell I reallylikethis shirt. (Okay the last one is a different shirt but close enough.) There is something about this blue that gets me. It just reels me in like an ex-boyfriend then it dumps me for a younger girl and then calls me again the next day. DRAMA.
Wow, that was weird.
Moving on. I'm loving scarves this summer which is weird because normally I have a big question mark over my head (much like an Arby's sign when I'm thinking about roast beef) when I find pretty scarf. I love pretty vintage scarves but I never quite know what to do with them. I've done the head scarf, the neck scarf. And as a belt? Don't mind if I do.
(PS -- Earrings are from Anthropologie two years ago. Dang.)
I'm not a particularly loud person. But when I put this outfit on I immediately felt like this combo was yelling "Can you see me? I'm over here!! Pass the ball!" (Ok, not 'pass the ball.' Sorry that was left over from my past life as a 7th grade basketball star .) It's cloudy out, which means it's the perfect day to draw attention to myself. I was getting tired of constantly waving my arms at people so that they'd notice me; wearing bright colors works so much better.
I don't normally play favorites with my closet (that's like picking your favorite kids, right?), but this might be a new favorite outfit of mine. Comfortable and yet slightly loud. Perfect.
On subject: I like this skirt because it comes with a wide elastic waistband therefore I don't even need a belt. It's a lazy girl's dream come true.
Off subject: Have I ever told you about the time I let a girl fresh out of beauty school chop about 10 inches off of my hair? (She said short hair was her speciality. I was powerless.) It was supposed to look like Katie Holmes but instead I looked like a gourd with an ugly wig on*. (This round face can not do short hair. Don't argue with me.) Within minutes, I went from super long hair to hair that couldn't even be wrapped around a curling iron it was so short. As I braved work the next day, I hoped that I was wrong about the cut and that a few compliments would cheer me up. And then no one said a word to me. No one. After about three months of growth did someone finally ask if I got my haircut. How do you know when you've got a bad haircut? When people don't even lie to your face about it. That's when you know.
Since then I've let my hair grow with a few trims here and there, terrified of the shears. But looking at these photos I think it might be time for a trim. It's looking a little medieval up in here.
The only good thing that came out of that haircut (besides the purchase of Jessica Simpson hair extensions, true story) was that's when I knew Bryan's love for me was real. We'd been married for about 2 months when this happened and every day he still told me I was beautiful. He either believed that or he was the only person kind enough to lie to my face. And that in my book is true love.
(*There are no known photos of this tragedy. And if there were I'd burn their existence before anyone laid eyes on them.)
Today is Cinco de Mayo. One of my favorite holidays to celebrate. (Megan Nielsen, if you are reading this I hope by now you've wikipedia'd 'Cinco de Mayo'.). I don't know why but it is. Maybe because margaritas and fajitas are involved (also my two favorite food-beverage rhyming pair). Maybe because I don't owe anyone a present. Maybe because I can walk around all day with my maracas and no one gives me trouble for once.
Today we snapped a few photos at the park, where a field trip was taking place. You can't see them but there were hundreds of little faces snacking up on lunch. Didn't they know we had a photo shoot? Kids are just so selfish these days. I offered to give an impromptu career day talk on being a style blogger, but the kids declined. I bet they all want to be doctors and lawyers. Sigh.
PS -- The bracelet is from Charming Charlie's, lots of locations but no online store : ( PPS -- I'm not really sad, I just like to use emoticons whenever possible :)
I feel like if today could talk it would have asked me "would you like the good news first or the bad?" I, being a pessimist, would have said "the good news first", because I could sit in bad news for days. "Good news -- it's only Tuesday, so there is plenty of time to get everything on your to-do list done. Bad news -- it's only Tuesday, so you have to get everything on your to-do list done. Also, there are dishes in the sink. Tough break kid."
But you know what isn't bad news? Pizza for dinner. Dishes in the sink, bad. Pizza in my mouth, good. And tomorrow is Wednesday. And I like my outfit. And my purse is hot pink. Things are already looking up and it's only Tuesday.
Cute little street in town, I'd like you to meet my blog. I don't talk much about where I live unless it's to complain about it's lack of young people or not-so-fashion forward culture. But after living here for 3 years, I have to say that it's not so bad. The only traffic is at 5 pm when everyone gets off work which clears out by 5:15 pm. If one place is busy on a Friday night, you can just go to the other place. If we had kids, I'd never worry about them playing outside or going to the park alone. And if I wanted to whip out my roller blades every once in a while, no one would look at me like I was crazy. For most people we're still in the 90s, so roller blades are still cool. That or they'd think that I invented them.
But besides that, I found this Kate Spade purse for $4 at the thrift store the other day. It's probably 10 years old and there's a few scratches on it, but the fact that this purse was marked $4 and a pleather purse from Wal-Mart was marked $5 sitting right next to it reminds me that this town isn't so bad after all. One man's trash, is another girl's Kate Spade.