Blue Steel

I applied some Ocean Storm (a temporary blue) to my hair Monday afternoon, but I would call the resulting color Steel Blue.


Dress, Prabal Gurung for Target. Scarf (worn as a belt), TJ Maxx. Shoes, BCBG Paris. Sunglasses, Toms. Earrings, flea market. Bag, SheBobo.


The intensity of the blue really depends on the light. In the (blue) morning light, I had almost smurf hair:


I wanted to dye it on Sunday afternoon so that I’d have blue hair for the Memorial Day dog agility trial, but I ran out of time. I just had to get my blue fix from the THREE BLUE RIBBONS Jasper won in the Novice class.


Remember when I said I was going to be all classy and subtle about my patriotic gear this summer? Well, I was a total liar.

New Car Smell

I arrived at the Subaru dealership on Sunday morning and realized I had never bought a car (in the US). My first car was a Subaru Impreza wagon that my stepdad bought for me after graduating college. That car stayed with my sister when I moved overseas with the Marines. In Japan, I bought two or three used cars from other servicemembers. The salt air and hard use guaranteed that those vehicles never lasted long. I returned to the US, repossessed my Impreza, and drove it until the repairs finally cost more than the car’s worth. I was carless until I moved to California and began driving a company car. At age 40, I walked into a dealership for the first time with the intent of purchasing a vehicle.


Shirt, Mossimo. Tank, Old Navy. Skirt, Forever 21 (thrifted). Shoes, Toms. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Bag, vintage.

It’s a Crosstrek and is going to be awesome on the rough roads to trailheads.



My first Subaru:

Welcome, Baby!

I can’t even remember the last time I went to a baby shower. Either I’ve never had many reproducing friends or no one invites the cranky kid-less lady. Other than the grandparents and maybe one other attendee, I was the oldest one there. I was certainly the oldest, childless attendee.


Hat, Milani. Vest, Tinseltown (cut from a consignment jacket). Dress, Under Skies (consignment). Shoes, Katie and Kelly. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Francesca’s Closet. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


Did all the hormones in the air make me want my own baby? Nope. But it’s a nice excuse for a party!

Fishy

We’ve begun a new routine at home. Every morning, I dose the dogs, one cat, and myself with cod liver oil. The vet recommended it for Jackson’s dry skin and I didn’t think it could hurt Jasper. Zoro (the cat), is getting on in years and it’s harder to keep weight on him, so the oil is a great calorie bomb for him. I try to adhere to a vegan diet, but I suspect my Omega-3 levels are too low (especially considering all the Omega-6 I eat), so I’ve started taking it as well. I’m hoping my skin and mood will approve.


Shirt, Banana Republic (thrifted). Skirt, Madwell. Shoes, Miss Me. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


There seems to be great debate over the best sources of Omega-3, especially when taken through supplements. Lack of regulation, overprocessing, and shelf life make it difficult to choose an effective supplement. I chose the least processed, most reputable, and most environmentally friendly product I could find. It’s oily and smelly, but the animals don’t seem to mind. (And I just follow my dose with a long drink of water.) I might try algae in the future, for myself. Do you take Omega-3 supplements?

Succubus

I’m not a big television watcher, but I do like the occasional Netflix binge. Usually, I have nothing to contribute to conversations about serial shows (people always seem to talk about Community and The Wire and Orange is the New Black and Breaking Bad - none of which I’ve seen), but I found myself talking to a group who had also enjoyed The 100 and iZombie. They recommended I watch Lost Girl, next. A Canadian series about a succubus sounded really cheesy, but I gave it a chance and now I’m on season three.


Crop Top, Gracia. Dress, Adrianna Papell (consignment). Shoes, Nine West. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, Stardust Remembered. Bag, Aldo.


Lost Girl is a pretty racy show. It’s super awkward to watch in the lobby of my health club, waiting for Masters swim. An topless girl-on-girl scene came on and I was suddenly conscious of the group of people standing behind my chair. I’ll go for the corner seat, next time.

Pickle Suit

I’ve spent years of my life wearing green uniforms - first in the US Forest Service and then in the US Marine Corps. I guess I’m still not tired of olive drab.


Shirt, Banana Republic. Skirt, Talbots. Shoes, Enzo Angiolini. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, street fair. Bag, Aldo.


Today, I’m thinking of my time with the Forest Service in Juneau, Alaska. I’m wearing the Tlingit Raven and the Sun bracelet I bought that summer to support Beefy as he begins his Toastmasters Storytelling manual by telling How the Raven Stole the Sun, tonight.

Once a Week

Should I be embarrassed to admit that I’ve joined the ranks of once-a-week hair washers? I rinse and condition almost every day, but shampoo as little as possible to preserve my color. On bad hair days, dry shampoo and a hat are my best friends!


Hat, Free Press. Jacket, Xhilaration (thrifted). Dress, Diane von Furstenberg (consignment). Boots, Vince Camuto (consignment). Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Necklace, Taneesi. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


Do you know what else I do once a week? Dog agility classes! Okay, it’s twice a week, but once a week per dog. Tuesdays are for Jasper.