Clean

One of our dining companions commented, “The train is the only civilized way to travel.” He may have been romanticizing it a bit. The toilet and shower situation, even in the sleeper car, was certainly uncivilized. I was happy to return to my own facilities and take a long, thorough shower.


Dress, Ella Moss. Belt, thrifted. Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Meow Meow. Earrings, vintage. Bag, Croft & Barrow.

I’ll also admit to missing my makeup while on the train. I had access to it, but there was no way a cateye was going to happen on the bumpy ride. (And I didn't dare get my sharp, pointy tweezers anywhere near my eye.)


Passing through Colfax meant we were amost home!


And then I promptly got dirty again at agility class.

Amtrak Salute

We returned from Denver (to Sacramento) by train. When our car attendant warned us of mooning along the route, we didn’t take him seriously. It turns out that the Amtrak Salute is serious business. Rafters, fisherman, and campers along the tracks were quick to drop their drawers and show us their butts. I never knew that mooning could be so enthusiastic. There was bouncing, twisting, slapping, and general manipulation. The conductor warned us not to respond in kind. Personally, I think a line of butt cheeks pressed against the windows of the observation car would have been a perfect response.


Tunic, Forever 21. Tank and jeans, Old Navy. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses, earrings, and scarf, Charming Charlie. Bag, Guess.


Had I known about the Amtrak Salute, I would have brought the telephoto lens instead of the fisheye. If you click and squint, though, you can make out three bare butts in the boat.

Armed and Dangerous

We headed to Denver on Saturday and I caused a sensation in these clashing patterns:


Tunic, Forever 21. Tank, Old Navy. Leggings, Amour. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses and earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, Guess.


We brunched at Root Down for my mother’s birthday and perhaps also created a sensation with our behavior after bottomless blood orange mimosas.


I’m always classy with the crotch shots.

Leggy Friday

MAYbeeeee these shorts were ill-considered. I thought the loose, button-front shirt would compensate for the scandalous lace panels. These shorts are probably best saved for tights weather. (At least for work.)


Shirt, Merona. Shorts, Lassie. Shoes, Nine West. Sunglasses, Marc by Marc Jacobs.


My modesty may no longer be intact, but my sense of humor is. I thought the title of this cookbook too funny not to share:


For the record, I’ve made a “dump cake” recipe and it was amazing.

Hearts and Smiles

When I wear these red, heart-shaped sunglasses, I get many smiles from passersby. I tentatively return the expression, wondering why perfect strangers are so delighted with me. Then, I remember I’m wearing ridiculous sunglasses. I guess they make people happy.


Tank, Old Navy. Skirt, Madewell. Shoes, Isaac Mizrahi. Sunglasses, Girlprops. Earrings, Charming Charlie.


I totally forget what I’m wearing when I’m absorbed in a good book. Right now, it’s Seveneves:

Scuba Skirt

Neoprene dresses and skirts have been popping up for a few years now. I’ve been hesitant to try the trend. Would it be too hot? Would it crease badly? It probably depends on the particular fabric, but I love this swingy scuba skirt. The stretch makes it comfortable and the weight gives it a nice movement. The stiffness allows for air movement so it wasn’t too hot on even an 89 degree day. I don’t know if I’d like a neoprene dress, but a flared skirt made of the stuff is just the ticket.


Tunic (worn as a shirt), Wet Seal. Skirt, Mural (consignment). Shoes, BCBG Paris. Sunglasses and bag, Target. Earrings, Charming Charlie.


Coffee at The Trade, today: