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Been waiting for it to be truly fall-like outside. As in, chilly.
I live for this combo. It almost seems subdued to me. But it's not. Menswear with major twists. Subversive preppiness.
Chartreuse tuxedo shirt: $3. Purple-and-black houndstooth scarf: $3. Loafers: $10. Pants: $6.
There's nothing wrong with this outfit. I'm just STILL TIRED. :) I tried on 3 outfits this morning and finally I just went with easy/fast. But my hair is curly and my lipstick is bright, so it's all good.
Shirt: gift from my dear Ashley. :)
I'm tired.
Like, right now. But getting kind of worn out in general. Lil' rundown:
-Teach three different classes at one college, gearing up to teach one at another
-In my own full-time semester of screenwriting and it's kicking my butt
-Writing a biography on commission that's due in January and have to travel for research
-Doing a 24-hour play festival where I stay up all night AND write
-Am sorta broke right now, and if that sounds like it doesn't belong here, it does. Being broke is wearisome.
Who else is busy?
I know. Everyone. :) I'm just sayin' - I've joined the ranks. I'm just mentally worn out. I need more:
-Dance parties, solo or with others
-Time with friends and family and pugs and animals
-Horror movies watched on a sectional couch
-Time to craft Christmas ornaments
-Sequins, fur, glitter
-Time to read things that aren't required for something
-Fudgesicles
What am I trying to say? Nothing. But - I am feeling the need to continue dressing the way I dress, and probably trying to take it consistently up a notch. It's a prime outlet and a huge joy. I enjoyed Friday's get-up immensely. And since I'm broke AND I already have a gazillion fabulous things, I need to "shop my own closet".
So hopefully tomorrow I will be decked out in ridiculousness AND will have curly hair. But only if I go to bed now. Because I'm tired.
My neverending quest to a) have record players/stereos that work and b) have them in multiple rooms in my apartment has perhaps drawn to a close. For now. Until something breaks. Mom and I, in yesterday's garage-saling, came across one of those awesome sales that is pretty much just somebody cleaning out everything they have from the 70's-80's. I spied a record player and speaker set (from Sears, heh heh) for $5, and I asked the lovely elderly proprietor of the sale if it worked. He told me it did, and he told me I could bring it back if it didn't.
I told him I'd take it, and then he bagged it up. After we paid and were driving away, Mom asked me did I know everything was half off? Nooooo! Yesssssss! So it was $2.50!!! I went home and set it up. It did not work. *sob* I waited for Dad to come home - he is the retro stereo master, so after some fiddling with it he got it to work. Awesome. Dad is why I love music. Dad and I like to sit and listen to and talk about music. We did this quite a bit yesterday. I find it necessary to life. And to my writing projects.
In other garage-saling news, I got a Caruso roller set for $3 (I went a bit over on my "allowance"). I have a thing about hot rollers. I'm kind of lazy about using them a lot, but my hair is getting really long, and I don't know what to do with it a lot of the time. After finding this set (I used to have one and got rid of it, like a dummy), I decided that I really do need to just curl my hair more. It lasts through at least one more day and I always feel glamourous and happier when my hair is curled.
Glamour and happiness = yes.
I need to spend as much time feeling glamourous and happy as possible. It helps to have my hair flowing in the wind. It helps to be wearing sunglasses. It helps to be on a tire swing.
I had no intention of shopping today - broke as a joke - but I'm at home and my dear mother wanted to go garage-saling/thrifting and my dear father gave her $5 to let me spend. You heard it right. I'm 32. He didn't give it to me - he gave it to her for me. Tee-hee. (I don't think he did this on purpose. She just informed me when we got in the car that he had given her $5.)
WHICH IS WHY THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW
I LOVE MY PARENTS!!!! Happy freaking birthdays to both of them - they are both 60 now and they are two of my most favorite people. I buy them things, too. ;) And when I have money some day, I will do awesome things for them. :)
In the meantime. I got a garment. I was, and am, super-pumped about it.
I really, really like bold florals that are a) big and b) in abnormal colors.
I also like caftans, at least in theory, but they are usually too long. I also like beach cover-ups, in theory, but they're usually too short. Why do I care? Because I don't like my knees/thighs. At least, I don't care for them to be exposed. I'm glad I possess both/all.
See? Baby knees!
I hid them from you, here. Because the point of this garment is the garment (dress, $4). I love it. It is so comfortable. It's pull-on with a drawstring waist. It is totally a summer thing. And it's fall, now. Siiiiiigh! I'm wearing it today, anyway.
And I didn't even shave my legs! HA!
Sometimes I want to go all-out. (You probably think this is always the case. But there are levels!) Sometimes I want to play, and play hard. (I hope that doesn't sound obscene. It's certainly not meant to.) And - casual Friday? Psh! I'm rocking my own version! FORMAL FRIDAY BEGINS!!!
To inaugurate, here you have it:
You've seen this dress before, but with my blue and black jacket. I went with some pink tights ($5) and pumps ($6). The dress was a pricey beast, $30 (my dear mom bought it for me) and then 75 whopping dollars to get it fitted, an experience that taught me ALWAYS to get a quote beforehand. (My seamstress did a nice job, though. I had the skirt fitted - was too loose - and the bodice shaped.)
It's cold out, though.
I recognize that this jacket might have a polarizing effect. And not in terms of making me cold.
A fleece Southwestern print. I'm into it, if done right - that is, in bright pink, teal, and orange!!! Jacket: $5. Belt: $3.
I can only imagine how my students are going to react today. If they are mean, I will throw tomatoes at them. (I would never do that.)
My choice, charming, quirky, beautiful, talented, and EXTREMELY tasteful dear friend Ashley has an amazing vintage Etsy store - Dingaling Vintage. Go there. Purchase goods and thus make the world a perfect place. You might even see me in it. ;)
I was professional today and it felt good to look good as it always does but I can't bum around in my J. Crew silk/cashmere sweater as it's one of the nicest things I own and I needed a nap so there you have it I am wearing my Lincoln bear-fighting shirt that was a choice prize from Anne - and my hair is too long.
I wish I was tall, and thin-ish, but with a good butt like, say, a model from the 70's. I wish I was a model from the 70's or just some cool chick from the 70's that could wear dark tight jeans with mary jane heels and a thin t-shirt with no bra and have crazy fried-looking long curly hair, like Gilda Radner or Laraine Newman. I wish I was one of the original cast members of SNL.
No, I don't wish to be anyone other than myself but if I'm going to dream, I will dream in fashion and performance.
At least, today. I just want to wear insanity. I already performed.
I will. Tomorrow. I think. (Do both.) I have an idea. Be prepared. Or beware. Or be excited. I'll try my best not to disappoint.
After sitting in one of my vanity drawers for probably close to two years, I remembered this, and was pleased to note fresh soap was needed in the shower:
I even accessorize while bathing. ;)
Things like lemon soap-on-a-rope (I totally just spelled it roap) make life extra-delightful.
This is me. In front of my whiteboard. Before I cover it in pink dry-erase scrawls. :)
I tried to wear gold shoes today but it didn't work. They were my starting point. They were not my end point. Today is pretty subdued for me, clothing-wise: lame polka-dot shirt ($3), black belt ($3), black pants ($25), black heels ($20). But. I am wearing GREEN EYESHADOW. Even if you can't really see it. Trust me. It's there. I shoulda worn bright pink eyeshadow - but I don't have any.
Yet.
