Saturday, July 25, 2015

Wet Look

On Saturdays, I follow a stripped down beauty routine. I get out of the pool, shower, spray on leave-in conditioner, and then apply light makeup. I don’t blowdry. I skip the cat-eye liner. I rarely wear lipstick. Today, I pulled the leave-in out of my bag to discover the pump has broken. I substituted a smoothing balm that is intended for dry hair (and I probably used too much) and ended up with a greasy-wet look for the day. Let’s pretend that’s a new trend.

Shirt, Merona. Dress, Jams World (thrifted). Boots, Madden Girl. Earrings, street fair. Bag, Guess.

Yes, I was wearing shorts under the dress.

Despite looking like a drowned rat, I had an incredibly productive day that wrapped up with planning Sunday’s monster hike:

Friday, July 24, 2015

Dip and Detritus

We had a nice little dip in temperatures, so I took advantage and wore this polyester bandage dress. It was even cool enough to knot a blouse on top. My triumph is short lived. It will be 100+ all next week.

Shirt, Banana Republic. Dres, Adrianna Papell (consignment). Shoes, Gianni Bini. Sunglasses, Marc by Marc Jacobs. Earrings, self-made. Bag, Charming Charlie.

And here’s the detritus:

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Breezy Bum

Between this short skirt and today’s playful breeze, I was feeling “well-ventilated.”

Shirt, Rockies (consignment). Dress, Under Skies (consignment). Bag, SheBoBo. Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Marc by Marc Jacobs.

Inspiration from Wednesday’s Toastmasters meeting and the sign outside today’s picture spot:

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

40 B4 40: Take a Napa Wine Tour

I consider myself an independent thinker and a feminist, but I still sometimes struggle with the conventional expectations of being a woman. As evidenced by facebook, I should be passionate about shoes, babies, chocolate, and wine. Especially wine. Everyone’s drinking wine. My sister has a wine subscription. The bloggers recount their weekends in vineyards. My stylists celebrate engagements, weddings, or just Mondays in Napa. Women drink wine.

Don’t get me wrong - I am a wine fan. I grew up drinking wine (albeit sickly sweet blush wine). I got my first love drunk on wine so that he’d have the courage to finally kiss me. I pride myself in discovering pinot noir years before Sideways was released. Wine and I go way back.

But I crave variety. I like a cold, crisp IPA. I’ll sip straight, warm whisky. I adore craft cocktails. I work wine through the rotation, but I’m no wino.

Since every other female in this country seems bonkers for wine, I planned a Napa wine tour as a part of my 40 B4 40. I thought an immersive experience might get my double X chromosomes going. Beefy was very sweet to arrange a wine tasting at Parduxx, in Napa, for our anniversary.

It was very fancy. We had our own sommelier who took us on a short tour before leading us to a private table in the shade of an oak. We tasted five wines and munched on crackers and cheese. I listened dutifully to the history of the winery and the crafting of each wine, but I was much more interested in our sommelier. Beefy and I quizzed him on his history with wine, his reasons for choosing to leave Chicago for Napa, and the life of a winery employee. People are more interesting than wine.

I’m going to admit it: most wine tastes the same to me. I know I like reds, the less sweet, the better, and I dislike a sulphur aftertaste. Other than that, though, wine, like all alcohol, is mostly lubrication. It makes social interactions smoother. A few hours standing in the kitchen slip by with a bottle of wine at hand. The troubles of a frustrating day at work dissolve in the glass. Wine gets the job done, but I just don’t get that excited about it.

I would absolutely hate a girls’ weekend in Napa. All wine (and all estrogen) all the time? I’m just not very good at being female. I’d rather do whisky shots, climb a mountain, and go to bed early. It’s time I just accept that.

And when I want some wine, Save Mart carries my favorite bottle: Naked Grape Pinot Noir at under $10.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Lazy Day-to-Night

There is usually a fancy dinner, requiring at least cocktail, if not formal, attire at our conferences. The other ladies manage to transform themselves in the 90 minutes between the last meeting and the start of the evening. They reappear dressed in satin, wearing false eyelashes, and sporting elaborate hairdos. I’m the laziest day-to-night dresser in the bunch. I usually just remove a layer and change accessories.


Blazer, James Jeans. Dress, Parker. Obi, Sugdamiinka. Shoes, Kelly and Katie. Earrigns, No Boundaries. Bag, Aldo.


Dress, Parker. Shoes, Nine West. Necklace, Banana Republic. Bag, vintage.

I was not lazy earlier in the day. My participation in the workshops earned me lots of “money:”