Circus

I feel like I should be carrying a parasol and walking a tightrope in this ensemble. Or maybe just hawking cotton candy.


Shirt, Victoria’s Secret. Dress, Gap. Shoes, Miss Me. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Earrings, Stardust Remembered. Bag, SheBoBo.


I’ve created our very own “big top” at home by purchasing a very snazzy crate cover for Jackson’s “jail.” He likes it in there.

Mohawkin' in the USA

I got a haircut. It isn’t a style for the faint of heart.


Shirt, Mossimo. Skirt, Chaus Jeanswear (thrifted). Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Earrings, vintage. Bag, SheBoBo.

From the right, you almost can’t tell that I’ve had half my hair shaved off.


My stylist warned me about sunburn on my naked head, but she did not mention that I’d be extra vulnerable to mosquitoes. Thankfully, I wore a thick, stretchy headband for a Mothers Day hike with my fur babies:


I gotta be honest, this haircut is taking some getting used to! One of my hair idols from way back when (5 or so years old) is Lieutenant Ilia in Star Trek: The Motion Picture (the first Star Trek movie). She was completely bald. I'm not there, yet.

Second Glance

I thought this top was misplaced in the “shirts” section of Crossroads because, before trying it on, I was sure it was a dress. Once on, I saw it is way too short to be a dress (at least for me) and is better classified as a “tunic.” Whatever you call it, I love it paired with a cropped sweater and black leggings and boots. I’ve got the illusion of legs for days.


Jacket, BCBGeneration (consignment). Sweater, Forever 21. Tunic, Rachel Rachel Roy (consignment). Leggings, Allen B. Boots, Steve Madden.

This sweater deserves a second glance, too. Are Mickey and Minnie hugging or choking each other? As in any relationship, I suppose it depends on the day.



I wore this outfit to attend a craft fair, get my hair cut, and shop at a garden center. Some of my loot:

Sourpuss

Sour beers are the new IPA. I love a bitter brew, myself, but find the sour a refreshing change. They aren’t very popular yet, which makes the hunt for a sour beer all the more fun.


Jacket, Mossimo. Skirt, Miss Avenue (consignment). Boots, Lauren Ralph Lauren. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Brooch, vintage. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


We went to Cafeteria for dinner and I was disappointed that there were no sour beers on offer. I made do with IPA. Do you prefer sour or bitter?

Love That Red

I have more Revlon lipstick than any other brand. And the color I wear the most is Love That Red (in the Super Lustrous line).


Vest, Tinseltown (cut from a consignment vest). Tee and skirt, Mossimo. Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Pins, Disney. Necklace, Banana Republic (gift). Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


I like to joke with my customers that my signature shade is actually “Wella Red” to match my company collateral.


(But I think the Fire & Ice shade from the same line is a better match. It’s a tad warmer. I have that color, too, but don’t wear it as often.)

Pin Trader

Star Wars has become much more mainstream and less nerdy. I’m afraid the same hasn’t happened with Disney pin collecting (Beefy’s hobby). I make fun of his pin collection, but I did beg him to buy me the Star Wars set I have pinned to my jacket for May the Fourth. I am never trading these away!


Vest, Forever 21 (cut from a consignment jacket). Shirt, Spense (consignment). Pants, Polo Ralph Lauren. Shoes, Nine West. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.

I’m working on becoming more nerdy, so I looked up the symbols. Starting at the upper right (blue) pin and working clockwise, I’m wearing the emblems of the: Galactic Senate, Jedi Order, Separatists, Galactic Empire, Mandalorians/Boba Fett (seems to be unclear), and the Rebel Alliance. The Open Circle Fleet pin is on my back.


My sister has the Rebel Alliance symbol tattoed on her back. I’d choose the Jedi Order (if I could ever make my mind up on what I’d like tattooed on my body). For now, I’ll stick with the pins.

P.S. Google image search “star wars symbol tattoos” for a real nerd fest!

Faker

I’ve been through enough life changes that I now consider myself a professional imposter. I’m so used to pretending to know what I’m doing that it’s sort of a shock when it becomes true. I’m a firm believer in fake it ‘til you make it. And once I’ve “made it,” I get bored and seek a new role in which to “fake it,” again.


Shirt, Ann Taylor (consignment). Skirt, Thailand. Shoes, Franco Sarto. Hat, Free Press. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Necklace, Taneesi. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.


Generally, faking it is harmless. Not so much with money, though.

The Shy Photog

Given that I post photos of myself almost every day, you might think I’m an exception to the shy photographer rule. But, honestly, I’d rather not be in other people’s pictures. Taking my own portrait so often makes me keenly aware of my best angles, expressions, and lighting. If I can’t control that, I’d rather duck out of the picture.


Shirt, Forever 21. Dress, swap. Belt, Hadley Pollet (consignment). Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, flea market.


Today, I photographed a Wella event in San Francisco. I love roaming the crowd, looking for candid shots. In this picture, you can even catch a glimpse of the shy photographer!


On the weekends, wearing no makeup and dressed in my grubbies, I’d rather take pictures of my doggies.


I have to LOL at the bones visible in both pictures. They litter our house and yard.