Daily Outfit 7-28-2009

It was raining today so I took my photo inside. You can see the interesting way my father has decorated the house, as evidenced by the multicolored walls. For a man who is partially colorblind, he is remarkably talented at interior decorating.

What a glamorous busy day. Got to sleep in, got dressed up for a date with Lanna, got to eat mushrooms, and did girly shopping for make up for SEVERAL HOURS.

Lanna and I went to Sephora. Previously I had avoided the store because I associated it with its obnoxious product placement (which I hate) in Cloverfield (which was terrible). In the end, Lanna and I braved a thunderstorm and got into the store.

(found on beastandbean's flickr)

You know when you were little, you played with your mother's make up while trying on her clothes? That was basically what happened. We tried on everything and played with at least 100 products. Lanna even decided to paint her nails under the guise of testing the chip proof claim.

One sales lady help me find the perfect foundation (Smashbox HD foundation in the palest color they had) when before I've never been keen on wearing foundation. She even gave me a good sized sample to try it out for a couple days.

It is very strange to have a strangre touch your face. That is a very intimate space after all. The saleslady was showing me how to put on foundation and I was flinching and laughing because it tickled. She laughed and said I was a very funny girl. If I had a dime for every time I heard that, I could earn some serious compound interest.

Scarf - Left by my mother
Teal t-shirt - Target
Skirt - thifted
Sandals - Thifted

Corgi Tuesday, July 28

Corgis are the only dogs I ever see doing this.

Unfortunately, Blazer doesn't do this any more. He will lay down and put one leg out behind him. He has arthritis in one hip so he'll keep that foot underneath him.

When I catch him with a foot out, I'll sneak up on him and poke those cute pink pads. He growls at me, as if he could ever be a threatening dog, and indignantly pulls his foot back underneath him. And then he rolls over pathetically for a belly rub.

Daily Outfit - 7-24-2009

I genuinely enjoy my silver flats. They make me feel like a sparkly ballerina, except about 7 inches taller and many pounds heavier. However lovely, the flats weren't particularly comfortable the last time I wore them because one of the ankle straps rubbed against my skin uncomfortably. Lo and behold, God blessed the world with tights and other assortments of hosiery that help keep blisters at bay. The down side is that creepy fetishists keep favoriting my pictures on Flickr.

Hat - Target
Penguin t-shirt - Target
Demin shorts
Tights
Silver flats - American Eagle

Awkward pose time! Enjoy my slightly off center men's hat!

New Week; New Wallpaper - 7-27-09

artist unknown
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Relax. Life is good. Chill out and meditate.

Models: Benjamin Brixby's dude

For what little talent I have for female fashion, I have even less at male fashion. Despite my inability to rarely care about men's clothes beyond wolf shirts, I thought this model (found modeling Benjamin Brixby on Gilt) was pretty snazzy.


Sure his coat looks eerily like mine and the bow tie is a little odd but damn, that is a sweet coat and those are some sweet shoes.

Unfortunately about two pictures away he starts to dress like a crazy person and continues to that look for the rest of the page. While the clothes on a whole are not bad, throwing all of them together at once looks odd. On the left I'm convinced he is wearing some country's flag. On the right he is a used car salesman who bought his clothes back in 1976 and has aged much better than my parents have.


He also is pictured wearing a tie with a cricket player. Like many a SciFi Channel movie, I can't tell if it's so bad it's good or if it's just plain bad. Either way I would buy this tie as an ironic Father's Day Present that, like many other "hilarious gifts", my dad just does not understand.

Pink Panther Ice cream

Every summer the ice cream truck makes its rounds. I rarely can catch it because I can't locate it. I hear the tra-la-la of the irritating loop of "Pop! goes the weasel" and I grab my wallet and rush outside. I stand on the front side walk, head cocked to locate the source of that summery memory laden sound. Unfortunately, it echoes badly and the truck is actually about two miles away. And sometimes the ice cream driver drives by at 50MPH. I rarely catch the truck.

But not this weekend. I caught the ice cream truck, driven by a woman with her baby strapped incorrectly into the seat next to her. Usually it's an old woman who has an oxygen tank and makes children uncomfortably aware of the process of smoking and aging, but she wasn't there this weekend.

I asked for a pink panther ice cream, which is pink and white and has gumball eyes. Like all food should be, it is on a stick.

As the ice cream truck pulled away, I peeled away the sticky wrapped and began licking. I still hadn't left the street curb. About five minutes later, I got a creepy pink skull on a stick.

He looks like a very feminine Skeletor.

Either way, he was delicious and died a tasty death by licking and melting.

Feel Better: Action Cats

Some days you just don't feel good. You woke up with a hangover when you didn't have a drink. Your allergies are acting up and your sinuses are as swollen as a rich man's bank account. You and your boyfriend/girlfriend had a fight. Your coworker has a voice like nails. You can't turn off the radio and all it plays is music you hate. Like Lady Gaga.


It's ok though. Some times you just don't feel good. But you can feel better.

One way I make myself smile on a bad is picture of cats. Cats in action. Cats fighting and jumping. Cats doing things cats do.


There, feel better?

Dailly outfit for July 20 + Bowling with Buddies

I love a certain gray dress. It is soft and breezy, perfect for doing chores around the house in the summer. I never thought of it as glamorous or interesting enough to warrant making a good outfit of it. But in its simplicity is potential to create different looks.

Gold metal headband - thrifted
Dress - Kolh's/derek heart
Bracelets - Target
Leggings - Betsey Johnson
Silver flats - Payless

These shoes were fairly comfortable but they had an unexpected problem: potential for blindness. They are a mirror silver which reflects light. Unfortunately, it happened to be a sunny day and I looked down. Ow. Sunlight reflected directly into my eyes by my own shoes. I was betrayed.

(I added some socks and bowling shoes)

But I did more than just dress up and putz around the house like any other unemployed kid with a degree. I went bowling with two good friends, Dying Dan and Lanna.

Bowling is the best game to play with friends. It's a silly concept - throwing heavy balls on the floor to hit pins - so no one takes it too seriously. No one feels bad if they are terrible at bowling. I know I don't. Plus you can take your time and chat with buddies between turns. You can make a thousand testicle jokes. You can drink overpriced bad beer if you really want. But mostly, it's a game where you can be stupid around your friends and that is the best kind of sport.

I also turned into a ghost. I made a peace sign and my arms disappeared, like Michael J Fox in Back to the Future II. Somehow bowling made my parents not meet. I don't understand. I majored in psychology, not quantum engineering. That's why I'm still unemployed.

Corgi Tuesday, July 21

You know, it doesn't look terribly comfortable to me either. But hey, it's what he does.