Friday, March 04, 2016


I was introduced to Dean Koontz in a paperback picked up at a yard sale while on family vacation in eastern Washington. I spent that evening binge-reading Watchers in our tent trailer, barely looking up to drag Fritos through a sour cream and salsa dip. The taste of greasy corn and spicy tomatoes will forever be the flavor of terror. And the scent of the arid desert in which we spent the night will always call to mind a murderous mutant monkey hiding in the shadows.

Shirt, One Star (thrifted). Skirt, Forever 21 (consignment). Tights, Target. Shoes, Chelsea Crew. Necklace, Taneesi. Belt and bag, thrifted.

I still have a penchant for the thrilling tale, whether it be imaginary or true. I have to ration my story podcasts or I’ll listen to them all at once.

When I’m not driving, I’m reading The Cheechakoes: the true story of a family homesteading in southeast Alaska in the mid-40’s. Thankfully, there are no scary monkeys. Just vicious bears.


Anonymous said...

I love those tights!

Sheila said...

Ah, I went through a Dean Koontz phase when I was in my late 20s. "Watchers" is the one with the golden retrieve, Einstein, right? Gawd, can't believe I remember that! I still enjoy horror - just reading Stephen King's "Revival" right now. His son, Joe Hill, is also a horror writer (better than his dad!) - well worth looking his books up. He's only written a few.

In total mad love for those shoes!

Unknown said...

I've been following your blog for awhile. I love the way your style has evolved. Loving the hair and this outfit is too cute! Love

Anonymous said...

Love that I can get fashion and literature (and so much more!) on this blog! Just requested a Joe Hill from my library.

Cute Spring-y outfit!