Friday, December 05, 2014


I changed my Starbucks name to Kitty. I was running into too many Mollys in line (or behind the counter) and felt super guilty when they turned to me and said, “Why that’s MY name too!” It’s also a little more defensible when the cashier actually takes a close look at my debit card. I can explain that it’s a nickname based off my last name of “Kit.”

Hat, BCBG Max Azria. Jacket, H&M (thrifted). Shirt, Forever 21. Skirt, Charlie and Robin (thrifted). Tights, Hue. Boots, Sofft (consignment). Necklace, Target. Bag, thrifted.

Wearing this hat, I certainly looked like a “Kitty." Usually, I get a doubletake when I give the nickname for my order. Today, it was accepted without a blink.

Today’s 365 isn’t as soft and cuddle as my outfit. It’s an image of the cars pulled from the Yokohama tire shop after it burned in July. This is the same vacant lot in which I used to sneakily take outfit photos.

I haven’t heard any plans for the burned shop and adjacent lot, but if it were mine I’d build a parking garage. Parking is tight on 34th street between Folsom and Stockton. Put a coffee shop on the ground floor and you’ve got a gold mine.

Obviously, I should be a real estate mogul. A real estate mogul named Kitty. (And I would TOTALLY use the top floor of that parking garage for my outfit photos.)

1 comment:

DressUpNotDown said...

That last little paragraph made my day! I'm still smirking. :o)