tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-356124232024-03-08T22:46:36.095-05:00What I Wore 2DayKasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.comBlogger3448125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-49079229021494898382017-01-01T17:25:00.000-05:002017-01-02T17:27:23.749-05:00I've Moved!Happy New Year!<br><br>Just a reminder: WhatIWore2Day has a new home at <a onclick="window.open(this.href); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday">WhatIWore2Day.com</a><br><br><center><a onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank',width=1024,height=1024,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/6/5746/30436438820_48c8ac0380.jpg"></a></center><br>Come visit <a onclick="window.open(this.href); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday">WhatIWore2Day.com</a>! If you use an RSS reader (like Feedly), you’ll get the best results if you choose <a onclick="window.open(this.href); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday">KasmiraKit.com</a> for the source.<br><br>The first 10 years of archives will remain here.
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-21572176835339384252017-01-01T02:00:00.000-05:002017-01-01T10:11:52.984-05:00WhatIWore2Day.comWhatIWore2Day has a new home at <a onclick="window.open(this.href); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday">WhatIWore2Day.com</a><br><br><center><a onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank',width=1024,height=1024,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/6/5746/30436438820_48c8ac0380.jpg"></a></center><br>I will continue to update both the new site and the Blogspot site until the end of the year. In the meantime, come visit <a onclick="window.open(this.href); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday">WhatIWore2Day.com</a>! If you use an RSS reader (like Feedly), you’ll get the best results if you choose <a onclick="window.open(this.href); return false" href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/category/whatiworetoday">KasmiraKit.com</a> for the source.<br><br>The first 10 years of archives will remain here.Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-79551429115986290352016-12-31T23:38:00.000-05:002017-01-02T09:53:25.523-05:00RebelliousI realize it’s a little confusing to wear a Rebel Scum jacket and a Dark Side sweater. Which side am I on? My side. (Which, honestly has more to do with being a rebel than being dark.) For 2017, I plan to be true to myself, no matter how counter that may be to the mainstream. Be rebellious!<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/445/31171456384_9313e8020a_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/445/31171456384_9313e8020a.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, Obey (embellished by my sister). Tunic, Wet Seal. Sweater, Forever 21 (thrifted). Leggings, Express. Boots, Style & Co (thrifted). Pin, Disney.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/289/31202244663_3944d7f527_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/289/31202244663_3944d7f527.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/285/31171458534_61da91fa07_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/285/31171458534_61da91fa07.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/300/31202246153_2c4a1d4d7b_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/300/31202246153_2c4a1d4d7b.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/307/31171460174_f6c4f8f343_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/307/31171460174_f6c4f8f343.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/568/31202247423_c24ed6d0d5_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/568/31202247423_c24ed6d0d5.jpg" /></a></center><br>My Star Wars outfits from 2016:<br><br><center><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/01/blue-and-white-life.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/2/1688/23696542964_2a752b99c4.jpg" /></a><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/02/brazzle-dazzle-day.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/2/1644/24616614694_3709917b4e.jpg" /></a><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/02/the-world-needs-more-lerts.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/2/1464/24833275881_279830a038.jpg" /></a><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/04/dark-side-of-tracks.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/2/1615/26605954805_7fdd62f80f.jpg" /></a><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/04/squint.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/2/1616/26677425616_8013e9c5d1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/05/pin-trader.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/8/7672/26788355396_0d2eaf47fd.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/nice-outfit"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/6/5669/30570812095_4c09890e26.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/star-whores"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5725/31010944835_98cb95af86.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/darth-vader-wears-sequins"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5758/30555035483_261e128b42.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/rogue-one"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/414/30843130574_c3cfaa0ab8.jpg" /></a></center><br>May the force be with you in 2017!
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-14044909021707602662016-12-30T19:03:00.000-05:002017-01-01T10:12:09.514-05:00Winter WhiteI buy very little white. I’m really messy and I don’t think it looks good on me. But I’m giving this thrifted, open-weave tunic a chance. I have to admit that I love the way white looks with red. And now I’m thinking about pairing it with my <a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/roll-or-rut">white, faux fur vest</a> (also thrifted) for a “white out” look.<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/354/31842624672_22aff4cda9.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/354/31842624672_22aff4cda9.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, Chaps. Scarf, gift. Tunic, thrifted. Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Pins, Disney. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.<br><br><center><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/282/31842625602_0097ef3af8_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/282/31842625602_0097ef3af8.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5604/31842630882_86435d4ded_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5604/31842630882_86435d4ded.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/299/31842630092_a7b4c830e4_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/299/31842630092_a7b4c830e4.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/543/31842628962_f47a642e63_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/543/31842628962_f47a642e63.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/336/31842628172_47e66abdb2_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/336/31842628172_47e66abdb2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/718/31842627372_0e073403bc_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/718/31842627372_0e073403bc.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/712/31842626362_12c10ab375_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/712/31842626362_12c10ab375.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-72896461083596009772016-12-29T01:00:00.000-05:002016-12-31T10:02:23.543-05:00Come Thrifting With Me: Fair Oaks Thrift TownThrift Town was the very first thrift store I visited in Sacramento. I moved into our house a month before the household goods arrived. I slept on an air mattress, in an empty room, with the five cats. This was the perfect time to have the floors redone (tile in place of carpet and the hardwood repaired and refinished). It was also the perfect time to repaint the front room. It was a sickly green color and I wanted it white. I bought my painting clothes at Thrift Town because I didn’t think to ship myself grubbies from Cincinnati.<br><br>Even, then, just shopping for clothes to ruin, I was impressed with Thrift Town’s size and selection. It’s large, well-lit, well-organized, and clean. I’m not surprised that it’s voted best thrift shopping by the community year after year. Come see for yourself! Let’s go thrifting . . . <br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/283/31909167956_9a7c89f1d7_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/283/31909167956_9a7c89f1d7.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Panties and Girdles</strong><br>Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. No. I love to thrift, but there are a few things I only buy new: bras, underwear, tights, socks, and leggings. I could do a better job purchasing all of those from more sustainable companies, though. I’ve recently started reading the <a href="http://ecocult.com">EcoCult</a> blog and found recomendations for <a href="http://ecocult.com/2016/the-10-ethical-and-sustainable-lingerie-brands-you-should-know">16 ethical and sustainable lingerie brands</a>. I’ll save my pennies. (I <b>do</b> buy used slips. In fact I LOVE dead old lady slips. So, I guess I’m not a total used lingerie snob.)<br><br><center><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/437/31946144035_8a12bfa512_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/437/31946144035_8a12bfa512.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Short Coats and Jackets</strong><br>I had a denim jacket on my wishlist for this trip. I found a Jessica Simpson jacket with cropped sleeves to try on. I also put an olive Free People jacket in my cart, hoping I could get my regular sized arms into extra small sleeves.<br><br><center><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/304/31946135835_73c5fd9d58_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/304/31946135835_73c5fd9d58.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/546/31909168586_84af6cd765_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/546/31909168586_84af6cd765.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Sweats</strong><br>Normally, I skip sections of clothing that may have been previously sweated in. However, I’ve been on a hoodie kick lately and I thought I’d see what I could find. This striped sweatshirt is labeled a size large, but I plucked it from the rail hoping it would be slouchy rather than sloppy.<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/669/31946130465_6565974b7d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/669/31946130465_6565974b7d.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Skirts</strong><br>I had high hopes for the skirt shopping since there is not one, not two, but THREE skirt sections: “Skirts,” “Mini Skirts & Short Skirts,” and “Long Skirts.” I was hoping for a denim skirt to replace my favorite, but now ripped and trashed, skirt from Ecothrift. I was also hoping for something really weird in the long skirts. Sadly, I was disappointed on both fronts. (And I didn’t even look in the regular “Skirts” section because: BORING!)<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/668/31137161833_513508f4f2_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/668/31137161833_513508f4f2.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Shoes</strong><br>The shoes at Thrift Town are organized by type: boots, dress, and casual. Within each type, they are organized by color. How nifty is that?<br><br>I found some Carlos Santana western mules to add to my cart and some candy striper oxfords to just laugh at. (My phone’s autocorrect kept trying to change “candy striper” to “candy stripper,” but I think that’s a totally different thing. And that these shoes would not suit a stripper.)<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/619/31798754832_ab44219bfb_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/619/31798754832_ab44219bfb.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/635/31106380054_9d28de004c_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/635/31106380054_9d28de004c.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/682/31946154695_d5507ef0ea_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/682/31946154695_d5507ef0ea.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Sweaters</strong><br>It’s been unusually cold in Sacramento, so I looked through the sweaters. I have a really hard time looking at red clothing at the thrift store, including red sweaters, because when all the different reds are grouped together, it just makes my head hurt. So, I looked at blue sweaters instead and picked out a navy and white striped, hooded sweater to try on.<br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/6/5500/31798793812_7979a09d05_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/6/5500/31798793812_7979a09d05.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/765/31137200143_fe2f300812_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/765/31137200143_fe2f300812.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Dresses</strong><br>There are three skirt sections and three dress sections at Thrift Town! The dresses are categorized by Long Sleeve, Sleeveless, and Short Sleeve. I browsed them all. I was not at all impressed with the red number, below, found in the Long Sleeve section. I will admit, “long sleeve” is an accurate description - for the single sleeve it possesses. It’s a bit lacking in the “dress” department, though.I also found an open weave, white dress/tunic (pictured below) and a sleeveless, black Jones New York dress (pictured in the dressing room later in this post).<br><br><center><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/733/31946165435_4a0bb4b61f_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/733/31946165435_4a0bb4b61f.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/495/31798814282_943ff1972b_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/495/31798814282_943ff1972b.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Vintage</strong><br>I wasn’t tempted to do anything but laugh at the offerings in the Vintage section. Most of it was stuff-you’d-find-at-the-end-of-a-yard-sale quality. This red velvet, mod dress would make a great Halloween costume, though.<br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/290/31573266340_7ae8b2318d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/290/31573266340_7ae8b2318d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/388/31798827492_b7973e63c1_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/388/31798827492_b7973e63c1.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Dressing Room</strong><br>Here we go!<br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/598/31798935892_3f9d3c7fa4_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/598/31798935892_3f9d3c7fa4.jpg" /></a><br><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/698/31909225036_4a71363be6_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/698/31909225036_4a71363be6.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/405/31829932801_d017c9cbef_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/405/31829932801_d017c9cbef.jpg" /></a><br><em>It’s difficult to tell from this picture, but the extra small Free People jacket gives me sausage arms. I couldn’t even pull the sleeves all the way on.</em><br><br><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/553/31946216465_5348de61f1_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/553/31946216465_5348de61f1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/495/31829949171_f673fb159d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/495/31829949171_f673fb159d.jpg" /></a><br><em>Speaking of sleeves, I thought I’d hate the cropped length of the Jessica Simpson denim jacket sleeves, but I don’t. I like how they showcase a longer sleeved item beneath. I’m undecided, though, so I ask Facebook and Instagram for guidance.</em><br><br><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/753/31137257813_b9fe611dce_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/753/31137257813_b9fe611dce.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/284/31573314190_5a8984d694_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/284/31573314190_5a8984d694.jpg" /></a><br><em>The size large hoodie is perfect for my Popeye arms! Never trust size labels, people!</em><br><br><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/454/31909274126_8ac0110049_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/454/31909274126_8ac0110049.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/748/31106471764_0715bcee59_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/748/31106471764_0715bcee59.jpg" /></a><br><em>The navy and white sweater is droopy and meh. The open weave tunic, though, is a possibility. It’s an odd choice for me (mostly because I don’t buy much white), but has much layering potential.</em><br><br><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/281/31909269816_7f41d96379_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/281/31909269816_7f41d96379.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/352/31573337650_886179d3e1_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/352/31573337650_886179d3e1.jpg" /></a><br><em>While I’m awaiting the verdict from my Facebook and Instagram peeps, I start making outfits with the denim jacket. It’s like naming a puppy. As soon as you do that, you know it’s coming home with you.</em><br><br><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/387/31798907832_6d127fc193_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/387/31798907832_6d127fc193.jpg" /></a><br><em>The black, Jones New York shirtdress is a perfect fit! Maybe a little long, but I’m going to try this length for a few wearings.</em><br></center><br>Now on to . . .<br><br><strong>Housewares</strong><br>I’m just browsing, but I found a cobalt glass to buy and a Teletubbies bowl to giggle at.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/452/31946289735_b09e6439fa_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/452/31946289735_b09e6439fa.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/618/31106491004_e7a0cc5c09_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/618/31106491004_e7a0cc5c09.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5606/31573374080_cbf73ee00b_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5606/31573374080_cbf73ee00b.jpg" /></a></center><br><strong>Furniture</strong><br>While I was in the store, a woman brought this furniture in as a donation and it was priced and on the floor within 20 minutes. I was seriously impressed. And seriously considering buying all three pieces. However, I just sold our dining table and chairs and am trying to minimize the items in the house. So, I let these go:<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/574/31106511984_026e8a86e0_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/574/31106511984_026e8a86e0.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/639/31830015851_2a039656f5_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/639/31830015851_2a039656f5.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/477/31798971252_ae46c48706_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/477/31798971252_ae46c48706.jpg" /></a></center><br>I bought everything pictured in the dressing room (except the navy and white striped sweater), the mules, and the glass. (BTW: Facebook and Instagram agreed that the denim jacket was a "go.") My total: $39.90.<br><br>Thrift Town has been a reliable thrifting option for me for four years and counting! What it lacks in really weird stuff, it makes up for in quality and selection.<br><br> Check back tomorrow to see me wearing the open weave tunic! (I will wash it first.)
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-16161688655461689702016-12-28T17:15:00.000-05:002016-12-30T10:10:00.424-05:00Thrifting in DiorI feel stalled this week. Everything is closed or everyone is busy and I’m just waiting for the New Year to move forward. Instead of moping, I donned my velvet, vintage Christian Dior jacket (from my friend Jena) and went thrifting.<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/531/31909082656_127c7960a5_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/531/31909082656_127c7960a5.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, Christian Dior (vintage gift). Sweater, Joseph A (thrifted). Shorts, Free People (thrifted). Leggings, Allen B. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses.<br><br>I don’t wear this jacket enough. It feels too fancy and bold for the everyday. I countered that feeling with cutoffs and western boots.<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/734/31829769201_fbdeb5530d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/734/31829769201_fbdeb5530d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/763/31909090356_e88afaef7e_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/763/31909090356_e88afaef7e.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/445/31798691762_ef62f3f89e_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/445/31798691762_ef62f3f89e.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/667/31106312514_a12220b31c_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/667/31106312514_a12220b31c.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/671/31829808861_0f08ea6e1f_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/671/31829808861_0f08ea6e1f.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/756/31909117006_98bd635c39_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/756/31909117006_98bd635c39.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-6416214305940724282016-12-27T19:00:00.000-05:002016-12-29T09:32:28.700-05:00Usual RockI’m back, perched on my usual rock, underneath the Watt Avenue bridge. The river is still high (you can see leftover standing water behind me) and the parking area is still closed, but I can hike in for pictures at my accustomed spot.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/742/31921766735_177e0a5f42_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/742/31921766735_177e0a5f42.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, BCBG Max Azria (consignment). Sweater, thrifted. Belt, thrifted. Skirt, London Jean. Leggings, We Love Colors. Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Girlprops. Earrings, Article (consignment). Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.<br><br><center><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/255/31081875154_b77ccb379d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/255/31081875154_b77ccb379d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/555/31081876684_727315b82d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/555/31081876684_727315b82d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/256/31081878164_edc161ee8f_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/256/31081878164_edc161ee8f.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/718/31081880074_997bab081a_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/718/31081880074_997bab081a.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/348/31081881324_01dd895018_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/348/31081881324_01dd895018.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/492/31921780075_f4822c1511_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/492/31921780075_f4822c1511.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/588/31081872704_69407a4dba_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/588/31081872704_69407a4dba.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/275/31081879104_f7ab842bb1_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/275/31081879104_f7ab842bb1.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-32873374476188229102016-12-26T19:49:00.000-05:002016-12-28T09:18:39.570-05:00NonfunctionalLet’s be honest: this jacket is a joke. It did nothing to keep me warm in freezing temps, walking around midtown. But it’s really cute, right? And I managed to zip it up. Well, zip it up to my boobs. I relied on this vintage fur from Beefy’s aunt to keep the upper half covered.<br><br><center><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/456/31061300274_2403dbc555_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/456/31061300274_2403dbc555.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, Xhilaration (thrifted). Sweater, Express (consignment). Skirt, Hauber Sporting Life (thrifted). Tights, Target (I think). Booties, Blondo.<br><br><center><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/717/31753750422_de9df47c49_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/717/31753750422_de9df47c49.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/452/31864155846_03d77e59c4_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/452/31864155846_03d77e59c4.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/772/31864156486_c3c5c59d2d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/772/31864156486_c3c5c59d2d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/779/31901556015_ddd7320c97_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/779/31901556015_ddd7320c97.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/487/31864157566_3d89f93f9b_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/487/31864157566_3d89f93f9b.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-79239359756910885132016-12-25T15:59:00.000-05:002016-12-27T10:05:49.157-05:00Green Velvet Red LipsWe spent Christmas Day with some barely relatives, at Beefy’s cousin’s husband’s sister’s house. You’d never know we were so distantly related by the warmth of their welcome or the spread on the table (crab legs, prime rib, and pecan pie). Hospitality like that deserved my festive best.<br><br><center><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/639/31748317962_3fbea1efb5_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/639/31748317962_3fbea1efb5.jpg" /></a></center><br>Sweater, vintage consignment. Dress, Parker (consignment). Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Earthbound Trading Co. Earrings, made by my friend. Clutch, Maggi B. Brooch (on clutch), vintage heirloom.<br><br><center><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/433/31086466293_c8deb1efcc_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/433/31086466293_c8deb1efcc.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/361/31858511946_9925ba45d1_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/361/31858511946_9925ba45d1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/303/31086467873_277452b6a6_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/303/31086467873_277452b6a6.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/360/31086470043_13a131ccd0_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/360/31086470043_13a131ccd0.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/317/31858514416_25b67c53a0.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/317/31858514416_25b67c53a0.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-27688426122344566602016-12-24T17:36:00.001-05:002016-12-26T10:02:28.358-05:00World Peace in 2017As we prepare to close out 2016, I’d like to do so with a joyful and optimistic attitude. Kindness and tolerance crosses all cultural and religious barriers. I learned this as a child, but sometimes need to remind myself as an adult. Thirty years ago, everyone in my 5th-grade class was required to write a poem about world peace for a contest and, to my surprise, I won first place for my age division. I should listen to the wisdom my 10-year-old self set down in verse. She advises me to be aware, communicative, giving, and understanding. I can’t argue with that as a manifesto for 2017.<br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/632/31477947340_d5865e235d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/632/31477947340_d5865e235d.jpg" /></a></center><br>This was my award-winning entry:<br><br><center><b>The Needs for “World Peace”</b></center><br>For “World Peace” we would need:<br>Control over poverty,<br>And no more people on the streets.<br>More people who open up their eyes and see,<br>What is going on around them.<br><br>For “World Peace” we would need:<br>Countries working side by side,<br>No more wars or conflicts between them.<br>Talking it out before they decide,<br>If they should really go to war.<br><br>For “World Peace” we would need:<br>To help other countries,<br>In their desperate need of aid.<br>Letting our friendship float over the shining seas,<br>Welcoming others into our homes.<br><br>For “World Peace” we would need:<br>Everyone with equal rights.<br>Black, Yellow*, and White,<br>All living together with no fights,<br>And no prejudisium.**<br><br>For “World Peace” we would need:<br>All these things and more.<br>If we all work peacefully together,<br>Violence’s might roar,<br>Will be gone and serenity shall rule.<br><br>By Kasmira*** Rak<br><br>*Yes, “yellow” is an offensive term to refer to an Asian person. I apologize. It was the 80’s and I didn’t know better.<br>**And I didn’t know that “prejudisium” was not a word until now.<br>***My name means “commands peace.” Isn’t that serendipitous? I certainly seek peace and serenity every day.<br><br><center><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/368/31477953650_96aa97eb77_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/368/31477953650_96aa97eb77.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-13697553718496229392016-12-23T16:07:00.000-05:002016-12-25T14:25:21.912-05:00Roll or RutI’ve now worn this shirt two days in a row. You could say I’m in a rut. Or that this flannel is on a roll!<br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/324/31792988756_962af23eb8_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/324/31792988756_962af23eb8.jpg" /></a></center><br>Vest, Vero Moda (thrift). Shirt, Salt Valley (consignment). Overall dress, Hydraulic (thrifted). Tee, USMC. Leggings, Express. Boots, Style & Co (thrifted).<br><br><center><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/688/31792990486_33475bb37d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/688/31792990486_33475bb37d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/307/30990049784_fb9ef47f2f_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/307/30990049784_fb9ef47f2f.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/521/31792991746_8b73c11989_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/521/31792991746_8b73c11989.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/318/31792992706_c8019c3552_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/318/31792992706_c8019c3552.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-35275286069276364362016-12-22T15:53:00.000-05:002016-12-24T19:32:55.410-05:00Colors of the SeasonIt doesn’t have to be late December for me to pair red and (olive) green. It’s one of my favorite color combos.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/542/31004478823_10910c519d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/542/31004478823_10910c519d.jpg" /></a></center><br>Shirt, Salt Valley (consignment). Vest, Tinseltown (cut from a thrifted jacket). Dress, Mossimo. Leggings, We Love Colors. Boots, Sam Edelman.<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/666/30973649664_240352e99b_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/666/30973649664_240352e99b.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/307/31776850176_2a2bd86cfe_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/307/31776850176_2a2bd86cfe.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/758/31004485363_aeba010703_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/758/31004485363_aeba010703.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/630/31004487863_59ed84683b_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/630/31004487863_59ed84683b.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/297/31776857246_9ec731126c_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/297/31776857246_9ec731126c.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-75810192821305880182016-12-21T16:33:00.000-05:002016-12-23T22:25:01.359-05:00EditingI spent most of the day editing photos. I finished the boudoir photos from Friday and The Everyday Elevated pics from Sunday. I’ve included one favorite image from each, at the end of this post.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/347/31003276183_3a5a80d774_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/347/31003276183_3a5a80d774.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, BCBG Max Azria (consignment). Shirt, Passport. Dress, Jams World (thrifted). Boots, Dan Post. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, street fair. Scarf, Walgreen’s. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.<br><br><center><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/780/31813130845_20e652f920_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/780/31813130845_20e652f920.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5559/31665841502_a8eb74c107_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5559/31665841502_a8eb74c107.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/543/30972421304_4c9e70131e_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/543/30972421304_4c9e70131e.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5594/31696769691_4f1f0d16d3_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5594/31696769691_4f1f0d16d3.jpg" /></a></center><br>The editing was very minimal: just straightening, correcting levels, and brushing away the odd blemish. Every minute I spend “fixing” an image just reminds me to take better (and fewer) photos in the first place! (I did apply a filter to the boudoir photo, below, but gave all the images to the model with no filters.)<br><br><center><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/photography"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/262/31713464521_307eb4dda3.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.theeverydayelevated.com/"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/358/31768385906_b630d04c4f.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-13883769199677523572016-12-20T20:52:00.000-05:002016-12-23T09:29:18.999-05:00Be my BFFDo you want to be my BFF? I have the following requirements:<br><br>1. Must love on my animals.<br>2. Must eat the food and drink the beverages I prepare (and at least pretend to like them).<br>3. Must watch Logan’s Run.<br><br>That last one is the true test of our friendship. If you sit through the entire movie, we will be best friends forever.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/478/31812840775_3f13748c20_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/478/31812840775_3f13748c20.jpg" /></a></center><br>Sweater, Worthington (thrifted). Tunic, Wet Seal (thrifted). Boots, Blondo. Earrings, Article (consignment).<br><br>Yes, Beefy and my friend Colette passed this test long ago. Today, my friends Jeff and Leah joined the inner circle. No one has passed that final requirement in a good six years.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/723/31812843975_14bd72a2a8_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/723/31812843975_14bd72a2a8.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/6/5600/31812845365_7e963e60ff_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/6/5600/31812845365_7e963e60ff.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/444/31775454666_fa61e81ef3_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/444/31775454666_fa61e81ef3.jpg" /></a></center><br>Condition number one is pretty important, too. I’ll clean before you come over, but you will still leave covered in fur. I’m not sure how that happens…<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/754/31812846825_91e3a1637d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/754/31812846825_91e3a1637d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/319/31775456496_b28a89303d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/319/31775456496_b28a89303d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/467/31775452576_d48febb0c1_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/467/31775452576_d48febb0c1.jpg" /></a></center><br>And, of course, condition number two is a no-brainer. I’m an excellent chef and mixologist.
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-83423769666888506032016-12-19T17:05:00.000-05:002016-12-22T17:08:36.371-05:00Ready in 15I had 15 minutes to go from dog-running-sweaty to fancy-waffle-ready. I applied deodorant, mascara, and lipstick. I hid my greasy hair with a hat and my puffy eyes with sunglasses. I hoped that a poncho would disguise my lounge-ready layers beneath. Then, I forgot about my appearance (and smell?) and just enjoyed fancy waffles with my friend.<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/775/31811155945_4ffbe84682_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/775/31811155945_4ffbe84682.jpg" /></a></center><br>Hat, Nine West. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Poncho, thrifted. Tee, Mossimo. Shorts, Free People (thrifted). Boots, Matisse.<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/419/31811156425_5f3cbd3eb8_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/419/31811156425_5f3cbd3eb8.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/301/31811157555_6c14ac7057_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/301/31811157555_6c14ac7057.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-78678631730023610002016-12-18T15:41:00.000-05:002016-12-21T19:34:17.484-05:00I Shot LisaMy calendar is filling up with photography appointments. It’s starting to look like an assassin’s daybook with “shoot Lisa,” “shoot Sam,” “shoot Julia.” I may want to reconsider how I title the bookings.<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/521/31698345896_47015aabff_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/521/31698345896_47015aabff.jpg" /></a></center><br>Coat, Avanti (thrifted). Sweater, Banana Republic (thrifted and gifted). Tunic, Rachel Roy (consignment). Leggings, Amour. Boots, Vince Camuto. Earrings, Claire’s. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.<br><br><center><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/284/31363032910_4b43889eeb_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/284/31363032910_4b43889eeb.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/589/31363036490_488dd2c6bb_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/589/31363036490_488dd2c6bb.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/349/31363038040_5420efedcb_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/349/31363038040_5420efedcb.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/716/31698353496_c22d0001f3_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/716/31698353496_c22d0001f3.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/319/31736103455_b640178f51_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/319/31736103455_b640178f51.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/707/31736103635_6d8be66d11_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/707/31736103635_6d8be66d11.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/560/30926138623_39822075a7_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/560/30926138623_39822075a7.jpg" /></a></center><br>I took these photos after shooting Lisa of <a href="http://www.theeverydayelevated.com/">The Everyday Elevated</a> She’s totally adorable. I’d share a picture from our session, but I’m still editing boudoir pics from Friday. My goal is to finish those, today!
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-65992143747247629672016-12-17T23:13:00.000-05:002016-12-19T23:26:22.618-05:00Reindeer TreatsYou’d probably come to an agility event and think, “Oh, these are a bunch of boring, old, grandmas” (and the odd gay man). But you’d be wrong. These bitches know how to party!<br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/546/30894155924_1cd8007d6f_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/546/30894155924_1cd8007d6f.jpg" /></a></center><br>Sweater, Chaps. Tunic, Forever 21. Leggings, Express. Boots, Steve Madden.<br><br><center><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5588/31362663710_f654b8b4ff_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5588/31362663710_f654b8b4ff.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/380/31619926001_fc8689564c_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/380/31619926001_fc8689564c.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/6/5577/31619929591_e9f7ecbaca_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/6/5577/31619929591_e9f7ecbaca.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/366/30894158334_0ed3c4a5ae_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/366/30894158334_0ed3c4a5ae.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/751/30894158854_321bd32ab7_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/751/30894158854_321bd32ab7.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/6/5574/31619928261_30f64ba5dc_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/6/5574/31619928261_30f64ba5dc.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/672/30894159954_82b3cdfba7_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/672/30894159954_82b3cdfba7.jpg" /></a></center><br>The annual WAG (Western Agility Group) holiday party is an easy six (<b>6!</b>) hours long. The highlight is the big box game. We take turns rolling the dice for our turn to done oven mitts, a hat, and a scarf to try to open layers of wrapped (and often duct-taped) boxes for the prizes within. It gets pretty cutthroat when a second lady rolls a qualifying number right after the first, denying the first woman a chance to attack the packages. I didn’t get lucky with the dice many times this year, but I did win a toy that Jasper destroyed within 30 minutes of my return home.<br><br><center><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/351/31734442525_65d8cffbbf_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/351/31734442525_65d8cffbbf.jpg" /></a><br><em>The big box game - just getting started.</em></center><br>Don't even get me started on the gift exchange. It's Dirty Santa, but the goal seems to be to outdo everyone else and bring the gift that is stolen the most. Who cares what you steal, as long as everyone coveted what you brought.<br><br>And, finally, the food. THE FOOD!!! Despite my best intentions, I always forget my diet resolutions and eat way too much dessert.
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-23399737372658218262016-12-16T21:40:00.000-05:002016-12-18T21:47:49.546-05:00Year in Review: 2016The year is rushing to its end like the swollen American River a few miles from our house. So much has happened in 2016 that the memories threaten to overflow the banks of my mind. I’ve always found it helpful to channel my thoughts through words. It allows me to ride along the river of my experiences without being swept away. 2016 was a full, thrilling, scary year. Join me on the white water journey of my reminiscences…<br><br>The biggest change I made this year was to quit my corporate job of 12 years to spend the summer hiking and camping in the Sierra. I thought I might leave the wilderness with an answer to “what should I do next?” but, instead, I left with dozens of ideas and no decision. After talking it over with Dan, I decided to try all of my ideas and see what sticks. I haven’t earned more than $500 in the past six months, but I’m working my butt off pursuing writing, photography, acting, speaking, teaching, blogging, and military service.<br><br>In 2016, anticipating the end of my career, I focused on networks outside of my job. I joined a writing group and spent Saturdays typing and talking with a group of local writers. I also joined the Sierra Club Inspiring Connections Outdoors and supervised underprivileged youths on four outings. My favorite excursion was the trip to Pt Reyes when some of the kids saw the ocean for the first time. I joined the new Sacramento Fashion and Style group and planned and led a meetup at a local consignment boutique in early December.<br><br><center><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5749/30415679011_4e63232422_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5749/30415679011_4e63232422.jpg" /></a><br><em>The ICO kids at the beach</em></center><br>I have been working on expanding my blogger network, as well. I met up with the Sacramento Blogger Network and, through the help of the group leader, began a photography partnership with several local bloggers. I met new-to-Sacramento blogger, <a href="http://oliamoda.com">Olia</a>, when attending the pop-up shop at her restaurant, <a href="http://www.skoolonkstreet.com">Skool</a>. I made virtual blogger connections, too. Sally of <a href="http://www.alreadypretty.com">Already Pretty</a> consulted with me on pitching a style segment for a local morning show and Allie of <a href="http://www.wardrobeoxygen.com/">Wardrobe Oxygen</a> gave me tips on working with sponsors. I even had the privilege of interviewing and featuring one of my favorite bloggers, Jennifer Heater of <a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/">The Suburb Experiment</a>, in a <a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/stylespotlight/style-spotlight-the-suburb-experiment">post</a> on WhatIWore2Day.<br><br>I made the big move from Blogspot to my own domain for my blog (WhatIWore2Day), which turned ten this year! I bought KasmiraKit.com as well as WhatIWore2Day.com. I still love style blogging and have renewed my commitment to purchasing second-hand clothing as much as possible. I had some great finds at thrift and consignment stores in 2016! Some of my favorites: a white faux-fur vest, a pattern mash-up kimono, and a suede and faux fur jacket. The blog is a creative outlet as well as my visual diary of the past ten years. I plan to continue it indefinitely.<br><br><center><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/fur-tango"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/6/5728/30379581844_831b67a0b0.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/standardized"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5699/30219319334_22a009e388.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/please-the-people"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/6/5715/30342911484_d9953c09d5.jpg" /></a></center><br>The blog is a record of my changing clothing tastes and also hairstyles. I started the year with a pastel pink pixie. In the spring, I shaved half of my head. By June, I was experimenting with blue tints. Over the summer, I let it go and hid the greasy, overgrown mess with a hat. After returning to civilization, I cleaned up the cut and corrected the color so that I can grow out my natural, gray hair. I turned 41 this year and am embracing my aging look. I can’t promise that I won’t dye it, again, but, for now, I like the low-maintenance color.<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5739/23510012713_0d94f7607d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5739/23510012713_0d94f7607d_m.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/8/7632/26644676530_a724da8923_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/8/7632/26644676530_a724da8923_m.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/8/7195/27109626570_a46f839f8e_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/8/7195/27109626570_a46f839f8e_m.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/9/8233/28490615123_5f7a6072c8_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/9/8233/28490615123_5f7a6072c8_m.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5801/29863484270_509f1012f4_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5801/29863484270_509f1012f4_m.jpg" /></a></center><br>Speaking of tastes, I have abandoned the vegan lifestyle. As I pushed my body this summer, hiking up to 15 miles a day and working on my upper body strength, I realized that I simply could not improve without additional protein. I began eating fish and eggs and will occasionally eat ethical beef. I switched my diet from high carb to high fat (50%) and high protein (30%). I still eat tons of vegetables and do my best to ensure that everything I eat is respectful of the environment and the organism’s life. The diet has changed my body composition and I’m gaining muscle for the first time in years. I will need it when I take my first PFT this spring!<br><br>My Sierra trip was mostly solo, but Dan and I also traveled together, this year. We took an anniversary trip to Monterey. I accompanied him to his sales meeting in Carmel and got to enjoy the lovely Carmel Valley Ranch and Point Lobos. We also took a trip inland, to Lake Tahoe, for a friend’s wedding. That trip precipitated Dan purchasing a membership in the Disney Vacation Club, so guess where we’ll be traveling in 2017!<br><br><center><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/04/lovers-point.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/2/1467/26105573660_9ba659b1b3.jpg" /></a><br><em>Anniversary trip to Monterey</em></center><br>Jasper and Jackson, the border collies of @sactowncollies fame, are doing well. Jasper continues to be a wonderful agility dog and won three blue ribbons at a Memorial Day match. Jackson was politely asked to leave agility because he’s too dog reactive. That Jackson is a troublemaker! He snapped two leashes this year. Both dogs worked with a trainer to reduce their reactivity to horses. Jasper was a model student and now loves the game of “find the horse!” Jackson learned to tolerate them, but still thinks a mounted rider is some sort of two-headed monster. We took both dogs to the beach in early summer and Jackson saw the ocean for his first time. Dan took good care of them this summer, while I was off hiking and camping. The highlight of my trip may have been seeing the dogs a week before the end and getting to keep Jasper for the final seven days.<br><br><center><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5551/31437860712_7407482cb5_b.jpg" /></center><br>Dan and I are still active in Toastmasters. In fact, he competed in the Humorous Speech contest and Evaluation contest this year and won first place at the first three levels. At the fourth level (Division), he placed 3rd in the Humorous Speech competition. He is also the Sergeant at Arms in the club and gets to bang the gavel at the start of the meeting every week! (I’m more jealous of the gavel than his wins. Who doesn’t want to pound a big wooden mallet?) I am now a mentor to a new member and may like that even more than actually speaking. This spring, I visited eight other Toastmasters clubs during my lunchtimes and discovered that my home club, <a href="http://mather.toastmastersclubs.org/">Mather Toastmasters</a>, really is the “best club in the free world.”<br><br>I am very grateful for my friendships this year. I met two of my best Sacramento friends through my salon sales jobs. Jerry (a salon owner) got me to try tango this year and we also spent a boozy day in San Francisco together. He connected me with Action Flip Books so that I earned a little money at the end of the year. Leah (also my stylist) is always up for an adventure, like paddleboarding on the American River, hiking in the Sierra, or driving over 200 miles each way just to visit me for a few hours this summer. I count my sister, Tabitha, as a friend, too, and had a lovely, winey (not whiney) day together in Napa in June. While on my summer trip, I reconnected with my old trail crew boss, Mark, and got to know him all over again as we hunted for crystals, explored Bodie, made burritos, and watched Ancient Aliens. I made a new friend, Bert, through his rambunctious mini-Aussie puppies, when we stayed next to one another at Obsidian campground. I saw my Sacramento friend, Ian, married and promoted this year. He’s helping me with my transition back to the military and I count myself lucky for having met him. Colette, from Cincinnati, made me feel very special by tracking down an out-of-stock fragrance for my birthday because she remembered how much I love the smell of black licorice. I’m not good at maintaining long-distance relationships, so I’m especially grateful for the friends who reach out across the miles.<br><br>My very bestest friend (my husband, Dan aka Beefy Muchacho) is doing well. He survived the summer without me and even found the material for his winning humorous speech. He kept the plants and dogs alive and began a walking routine for himself. He’s now obsessed with the activity tracker on his Apple watch and makes time for a workout on the treadmill each day. He has begun regularly podcasting, again, at <a href="http://anniedannyfppc.libsyn.com/">Annie and Danny’s FastPass Podcast</a>. He’s been supportive of my many projects and is even going to help me start a podcast of my own! I’m lucky to have him as my #1 fan.<br><br>I had to turn in the company car (Chevy Impala) when I left my job. At first, I intended to make my scooter my primary mode of transportation. I took a motorcycle safety course and earned a motorcycle endorsement on my driver license. I got a temporary registration for my scooter, but abandoned the plan when I realized it would be at least $500 to restore the Buddy to working order and that it wouldn’t be up to my Sierra summer. Instead, I bought a Subaru Crosstrek and lived out of that for 13 weeks. It’s safer than a scooter and can haul all my stuff (and dogs) around.<br><br><center><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/05/new-car-smell.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/8/7359/27307841096_5967130a49.jpg" /></a></center><br>I discovered new pleasures and rediscovered old pleasures, this year. I had my first sour beer and was obsessed with finding more this summer. I binge watched four new-to-me shows on Netflix: Lost Girl, iZombie, The 100, and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. At Easter time, longing for the Papas eggs made in Covington, Kentucky, Dan convinced his dad to purchase and ship 96 chocolate eggs to us. (Soon after, I gave up sugar, so we still have half of those, left!) I rekindled my passion for ballet after trying classes at <a href="http://www.theballetstudio.us/">The Ballet Studio</a>, just a cool three miles from my house. And, of course, I rediscovered my love for the quiet solitude of the wilderness during my 399 miles and 67,785 vertical feet of hiking this summer.<br><br>2016 was like tumbling down a series of cataracts - an exciting, fun, but sometimes dangerous, ride. The biggest drops were by my career change and 13-week camping trip. In 2017, I expect my career portfolio to continue to flux, but to yield reliable income. I’m embracing the concept of “flow” and “yes,” moving towards the opportunities that seem natural and unforced. I’m hoping 2017 will still be fun ride, but maybe contain a few still pools in which to catch my breath and enjoy the view.<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/9/8075/28478531904_81f3abeaf0_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/9/8075/28478531904_81f3abeaf0.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-81030164601645729692016-12-15T17:19:00.000-05:002016-12-17T17:36:09.164-05:00Rogue OneWe saw Rogue One tonight! I dressed in my Star Wars best.<br><br><center><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/414/30843130574_c3cfaa0ab8_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/414/30843130574_c3cfaa0ab8.jpg" /></a></center><br>Sweatshirt, Forever 21 (customized by me). Shorts, Free People (thrifted). Belt, thrifted. Boots, Vince Camuto. Jacket, Obey (customized by my sister).<br><br>I cut the collar and cuffs off this R2D2 sweatshirt and now I like it so much better.<br><br><center><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/386/31538651202_81f6cde0ab_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/386/31538651202_81f6cde0ab.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/523/30874459903_187d80419c_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/523/30874459903_187d80419c.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/629/31538648912_a30b2323f8_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/629/31538648912_a30b2323f8.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/551/30874453723_20853fafea_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/551/30874453723_20853fafea.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/527/31647900996_e0565b0e40_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/527/31647900996_e0565b0e40.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/516/31647898536_a88cf58b0b_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/516/31647898536_a88cf58b0b.jpg" /></a></center><br>Here’s the sweatshirt, before:<br><br><center><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2016/01/blue-and-white-life.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/2/1688/23696542964_2a752b99c4.jpg" /></a><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2015/12/repeat-viewing.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5715/23624337699_0db867aa79.jpg" /></a><a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2015/12/take-your-droid-to-work-day.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5811/23189132594_917f6bb814.jpg" /></a></center><br>I always wore something over it to hide how bulky the sweatshirt was. After my alterations, the fit is less bulky and more slouchy.
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-86882936189154864042016-12-14T13:56:00.000-05:002016-12-16T14:08:49.106-05:00PolkaThere aren’t many polka-dotted things in my closet. So, of course, I had to wear the few dotty things I <em>do</em> own, together.<br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/512/30855177423_33d555a9ff.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/512/30855177423_33d555a9ff.jpg" /></a></center><br>Kimono, Carole Little (thrifted). Dress, Jovovich Hawk for Target. Leggings, Express. Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Article. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5563/30855178673_f519cd21af_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5563/30855178673_f519cd21af.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/588/30855179683_b0cfc9b02f_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/588/30855179683_b0cfc9b02f.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/414/30855180503_e512959b02_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/414/30855180503_e512959b02.jpg" /></a></center><br>I wore this to our Toastmasters holiday party. The group has come to expect my pattern mixing hijinks and my insistence that we do at least one “crazy” pose in our group photos.<br><br><center><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/746/31551476441_55587ff46d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/746/31551476441_55587ff46d.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-30740592011138553062016-12-13T11:42:00.000-05:002016-12-15T11:49:27.927-05:00RusticalAs I was choosing photos for <a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/742/30819563923_daedc0544e_b.jpg">The Suburb Experiment</a>’s <a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/whatiworetoday/stylespotlight/style-spotlight-the-suburb-experiment">Style Spotlight</a>, I noticed that Jennifer is wearing a brimmed hat with my favorite outfits. I was immediately inspired to wear a brimmed hat of my own.<br><br><center><a href="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/742/30819563923_daedc0544e_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/742/30819563923_daedc0544e.jpg" /></a></center><br>Hat, Free Press. Shirt, Salt Valley (consignment). Skirt, Forever 21 (consignment). Legwarmers, Apostrophe. Boots, Sam Edelman. Earrings, tourist shop in Bridgeport, CA. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff. Belt, thrifted.<br><br><center><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/41/31483098522_a26ffc64da_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/41/31483098522_a26ffc64da.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5565/31592697626_d2aed4e77f_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5565/31592697626_d2aed4e77f.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/232/31592698676_048329ce0d_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/232/31592698676_048329ce0d.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/684/31257514840_f1c5bca80e_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/684/31257514840_f1c5bca80e.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/129/31483097942_b04bb51a38_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/129/31483097942_b04bb51a38.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/671/30788307114_2d6f307f38_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/671/30788307114_2d6f307f38.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/661/30788307634_601b9a15ae_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/661/30788307634_601b9a15ae.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/27/30788310274_6b1a5c8a32_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/27/30788310274_6b1a5c8a32.jpg" /></a></center>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-60001031719623235112016-12-12T13:17:00.000-05:002016-12-14T13:18:08.905-05:00Style Spotlight: The Suburb ExperimentAfter ten years of style blogging, I’ve seen the genre evolve from terrible mirror shots of 100% thrifted outfits to glossy photoshoots in designer duds. My favorite blogs are somewhere in the middle: high quality images of women in creative outfits that mix second-hand and new items. Few of those bloggers are still around. When I find one, I’m a total fan.<br><br>I’m always excited when a new post from the <a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/">The Suburb Experiment</a> turns up in my Feedly queue. The blogger, <a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/p/about-me_8.html">Jennifer Heater</a>, describes her style as “boho tomboy.” She lives in Alaska and manages to make practical outfits look incredibly stylish. Even more amazing: she never looks cold. But she’s super cool. Here’s what Jennifer had to say about her style:<br><br><center><a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2016/11/thankful.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/394/30815721653_c35bafa862.jpg" /></a></center><br><b>Tell us about your style journey</b><br><br>I felt guilty for a long time for liking fashion and style. It seemed like the only way that I could be “safe” from criticism is if I looked like everyone else. That is a recipe for misery since it’s hard to constantly be chasing some style ideal that doesn’t come naturally. You think you’ve got it nailed down only to show up and you still somehow got it wrong. It’s only been in the last few years that I’ve really figured it out and felt comfortable with what I like.<br><br><center><a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2016/10/lots-of-layers.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/63/31588879506_3487b9b96a.jpg" /></a></center><br><b>How does your outlook on life influence your style?</b><br><br>In every way! My sense of humor impacts what I wear, especially if my husband finds something awful or repulsive. Why is that so funny to me?! I’m also very active so my clothing has to be comfortable and ready to move when I am. Oh, and novelty is what stimulates my creativity so my closet has somewhat of a revolving door. Mindless consumption freaks me out so I try to shop at thrift stores with my monthly entertainment budget to scratch that novelty itch. I will buy retail if I’m reasonably sure it’s something that I will wear at least 10 times. I also mentally thank the people that donated the clothing or made the garment. Sounds a little corny writing it out but I truly believe the energy you put into the world can change it.<br><br><center><a href=http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2016/09/roundup-one-hat-and-lot-of-vintage.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/672/30815722833_29cb5495f1.jpg" /></a></center><br><b>What is the shopping scene like in Alaska?</b><br><br>Better than expected? Although there’s no dedicated vintage stores which is surprising! We have most of the major “mall” stores : Nordstrom, H&M, Gap, etc. We also have local brands like Alaska Starfish Co. and Salmon Sisters. A few boutiques carry higher end or harder-to-find brands: Her Tern, The Park Boutique, and Blush. Second Run sells designer on consignment which is fun. There’s a few thrift stores sprinkled around Anchorage but the shopping is a lot different than it was in the Lower 48. More expensive and harder to find those treasures.<br><br><center><a href=http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2016/08/its-easy-being-green.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/697/30815723193_952bf8a2a1.jpg" /></a></center><br><b>What are your top three thrift/vintage finds?</b><br><br>So hard to pick just 3! Good vintage pieces are some of the few things I hold onto FOREVER. No kidding, I still have a 70’s Antarctica sweatshirt that I got when I was in junior high. So. Tecnica fur boots:<br><br><center><a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2015/11/not-apres-ski.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/537/31509777371_20c0327252.jpg" /></a></center><br>This 12-feet-of-fabric made into an odd shirt dress lab coat whatever:<br><br><center><a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2014/03/this-deserved-its-own-post.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/313/30783947074_9005a6204a.jpg" /></a></center><br>And my entire vintage coat collection. Alright fine, I’ll pick this hooded cape which is the newest addition to the collection:<br><br><center><a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2016/11/little-plaid-riding-hood.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/415/30783947124_1a66ee7f3e.jpg" /></a></center><br><b>What style advice would you give your 12-year-old self?</b><br><br>I’d first hug that insecure 12-year-old and tell her that there’s no wrong answers when it comes to personal style. I’d also tell her that life AND style get a lot more fun and to hang in there and that confidence is the key to pulling anything off. <br><br><center><a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2016/04/fringe-addiction.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/565/31588880096_a3ddf1782c.jpg" /></a></center><br>Do you see why I like The Suburb Experiment so much? Jennifer is beautiful inside and out. I want to move to Alaska just to hang out (and borrow her clothes). I’m thankful that we can be virtual friends and share inspiration through the magic of the internets. I hope you follow The Suburb Experiment, too:<br><br>Blog: <a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/">thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com</a><br>Pinterest: <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/jennifer_heater">jennifer_heater</a><br>Instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/jennifer_heater">jennifer_heater</a><br>Snapchat: JenniferHeater<br><br><center><a href="http://thesuburbexperiment.blogspot.com/2016/01/roundup-coats-coats-coats.html"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/756/31510251601_9261930389.jpg" /></a></center><br>Is there a blogger you’d like to nominate for next month’s Style Spotlight? Please leave a link in the comments.Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-36905486006489251782016-12-11T14:55:00.000-05:002016-12-15T14:56:27.732-05:00I'm the FavoriteI grew up with three younger sisters and we all vied for our parents’ love and attention. “Who’s your favorite daughter?” we’d ask our mom and dad. Invariably, the answer would be, “We love you all equally,” but I knew that I was the favorite. Because how <em>could</em> we all be loved the same?<br><br>Thankfully, my dogs do not ask me that question, but I honestly couldn’t tell you which one is my favorite. I love them both differently, but just as much. Jasper is biddable, friendly, and handsome. Jackson is quirky, cuddly, and adorable. They’re both smart and sweet. How could I choose just one?<br><br>And, yet, I must, because they refused to pose together for their holiday cards. So, who will be the face of Christmas, this year?<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/93/31145790080_c34a40e750_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/93/31145790080_c34a40e750.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/497/31145790230_2802fd015e.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/497/31145790230_2802fd015e.jpg" /></a></center><br>I created the cards over at Paperless Post. I love that the company offers printed as well as online cards so procrastinators, like myself, haven’t run out of time to send out holiday greetings. (You still have time to book me as <a href="http://www.kasmirakit.com/photography">your photographer</a> in the Sacramento area to create your own <a href="https://www.paperlesspost.com/lp/christmas-cards">unique Christmas card</a>. I’ll even bring the antlers!) We did <a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/2014/11/40-b4-40-holiday-cards.html">holiday cards</a> in 2014 as as a part of my <a href="http://whatiwore2day.blogspot.com/search/label/40%20B4%2040">40b440</a> project, but I dropped the ball in 2015. It’s not too late for this year, though!<br><br>I suppose I don’t have to choose favorites if I use a two photo card:<br><br><center><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5551/31437860712_7407482cb5_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5551/31437860712_7407482cb5.jpg" /></a></center><br>What’s your vote?<br><em>This post is a partnership with Nakturnal</em>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-13171407367367793622016-12-10T23:03:00.000-05:002016-12-13T13:18:19.805-05:00LocalAfter getting home at 3 a.m. this morning, I was up for a low-key Saturday. We kept it local. Beefy and I had lunch at <a href="http://www.skoolonkstreet.com">Skool</a> and shopped the <a href="http://oliamoda.com">OliaModa</a> pop-up shop. Then we walked around the corner for cake and cheesecake at <a href="http://ricksdessertdiner.com">Rick’s Dessert Diner</a>. Finally, we finished the day off at the club: a hot tub soak for me and treadmill time for Beefy. <br><br><center><a href="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/604/31585669695_6f92c82ed2_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/1/604/31585669695_6f92c82ed2.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, H&M (thrifted). Scarf, OliaModa. Shirt, Passport. Skirt, Mural (consignment). Leggings, We Love Colors. Boots, Vince Camuto.<br><br><center><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/493/31548024156_ed8e2bf817_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/493/31548024156_ed8e2bf817.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/603/31469555301_f6e59d31a4_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/603/31469555301_f6e59d31a4.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/408/31585683425_01e52068c0_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/408/31585683425_01e52068c0.jpg" /></a><br><a href="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/288/31548019536_f7a92e2be0_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/288/31548019536_f7a92e2be0.jpg" /></a></center><br><em>Photos by me, the tripod, and a remote.</em>
Kasmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01866928448186848884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35612423.post-31014308660761936722016-12-09T22:38:00.000-05:002016-12-12T16:16:48.296-05:00Black on Black on BlackI was directed to wear black on black to work a couple of events today. My black trousers haven’t yet arrived, so everyone got a good look at my underthings as I lifted heavy objects from a squat position. (Thank goodness for pettipants!) You can dress me in all black, but you can’t make me classy!<br><br><center><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/326/30747768373_bed16f5464_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/326/30747768373_bed16f5464.jpg" /></a></center><br>Jacket, BCBG Max Azria (consignment). Scarf, souvenir from Holland. Vest, It’s Our Time (thrifted). Dress, Express. Necklace, Serket Jewelry. Shoes, Chelsea Crew.<br><br><center><a href="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/332/31410433942_6ed9e9f114_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/1/332/31410433942_6ed9e9f114.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/260/31557228125_b26339910a_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/260/31557228125_b26339910a.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/146/31410432612_abdd4e8da5_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/146/31410432612_abdd4e8da5.jpg" /></a><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/170/31557225625_dd449d6567_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/170/31557225625_dd449d6567.jpg" /></a><br><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/577/31441469881_56a466e69a_b.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid #000000; margin: 2px;" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/577/31441469881_56a466e69a.jpg" /></a></center><br>Ugh, black is the <em>worst</em> for showing pet hair. Especially black velvet. I promise I lint rollered myself thoroughly before these pictures.<br><em>Photos by me, the tripod, and a remote.</em>
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