Dirt Chic

Getting Dressed: Sweetheart Neckline, Nurse Ratched

I love this jacket.  It came with a skirt, but it is too cold to wear a skirt today.  And I've worn dresses every day at school, so far.  Time for some pants.  And my "nurse" shoes that I haven't worn in awhile. :)

Excuse my bad expression.

Jacket: $10. Beach Bum t-shirt, forever: $0.  Lucite pin: I honestly don't remember.  And I don't think I've ever worn it, before.  Shoes: $10.

Oh, and something new: my perfume.  I mean, it's not new, but it's such an integral part of getting dressed, I thought I'd start mentioning it.  Today: Tresor by Lancome.  A fragrance I really can only wear in the winter - it's pretty heavy.  But it has a nice edge and depth to it.

Random Nonesuch

-How I feel about my *new* DVD player that doesn't read some (most) of my DVD's: "arbitrary utensil of mass-produced insolence!"  (Yes, my life is heavy on the RPM quotes right now.)

-Ryan Adam's Cold Roses and Serge Gainsbourg's L'Histoire Melody Nelson (and also, the song "Initials B B"): epic majesties, and lifesavers.

-"Reserving judgments is a matter of infinte hope."  Not a quote from RPM.  Guess who?

-People in my household dislike my Ivan Albright poster.  I have an ever-growing love for horror and grotesque.  But it moves at a nice pace.  Ivan Albright is choice.

-I have taken up yoga, as well as watching professional football.  I have my reasons. :)

-Books are cheaper than clothes.  Unless it's a book on Pucci.  Then it's comparative - the Pucci book is still cheaper than Pucci.  But not cheaper than any garment I own.  

-Along sartorial lines, a student informed me yesterday that I have "swag".  That's an improvement from this time last year, when my student asked me if I had killed a panda to make my outfit.

-I apparently now own a belt once owned by Cynthia Plaster Caster.  Uh, it's a heart-shaped belt.  That's all I'm going to say on that subject.

Scenes From Chi

A teaser, perhaps.

Anne flew in.  We conquered some serious seafood.  Crab bites, maki, ceviche... I'm getting a tear in my eye, thinking of it.

My $5 dress.  I've since tweaked it with my favorite black belt.  (Insert black belt joke here.)

Brioche french toast with macerated cherries (and something else, don't know what, menu didn't say), lime cream, pink peppercorns.

So photogenic. ;)

Getting Dressed: Vertical Stripes - Not All Bad

Nope, not all bad at all.  Pockets tend to help.  

Skirt and top: $10.  Shoes: $7.

Up or Down, the Sun is There; Relief Will Come

Yesterday, driving home on the Dan Ryan Expressway, I failed to note that I was headed towards the Indiana Tollway, and NO ONE would let me back on to the Dan Ryan.  So I cursed the world - but especially the hipster dude in the Scion who extra-refused to let me on - and drove through snow and dirt and paid the $3.50 to get off the freaking Indiana Tollway.  And yes, I cried a little bit.  Because when all you want is to NOT be in the car, driving in the opposite direction of your destination is PURE HELL.  

I ended up in Stony Island, driving through a neighborhood of incredible midcentury houses.  One after the other.  On quiet streets.  In snow.  

I need a midcentury state of mind, sometimes.  And while I'm at it, a Hollywood Regency state of mind.  Do you remember when all the streetlights started turning orange?  Did you hate it?  I did.  But all the streetlights last night were orange.  And most of the houses were dark.  And this was good.

I can't help but think that hell is not fiery.  Hell might just be being stuck without emotional relief.  

However.  I imagine that that hipster dude in the Scion lives in a McMansion in Nastyville, full of particleboard furniture and industrial carpet remnants... indeed he does....

RPM: Now

Tonight, to quote from my own play, "I want what a million billion want": to break a leg. :)

Getting Dressed: Here Goes SOMETHING!

Stress and Spangles

Getting Dressed: Again, With Some 70's Touches

Here I am, doing very little but reading my favorite perfume blog and drinking what I wish was champagne, all in the afternoon.

...I forgot casual clothes this weekend. So I just threw on what I wore yesterday. Plus green blazer-sweater and floppy hat. The hat reminds me of Carly Simon on that one braless album cover. (She can get away with a lot more than me. I'll just stick with the hat.)

Pug Interlude (Uh, Pugerlude...)

What a guy.

You would think, being so attuned to comfort, that Biff would find a better headrest.

But who am I to define what is comfortable for a Biff?