Let’s face it, some people aren’t themselves until they eat. I’m not myself until I get a cup (or two) of hot Joe in the morning. In fact, I’m downright cranky I confess. I probably shouldn’t get this cranky but darnit, the service in this place is just too damn slow. Continue reading
One is that I love the Fucking Gacha Garden. So much so, that I believe they should change their name to exactly that. But then you’d end up with unmentionables at every vendor and well I’m just too much of a lady for all that. Yes I am. But I’m not too much of a lady to LOVE SOME DAMN FOOTBALL.
I drug out a table and a TV and set up for the big game! Continue reading
My friend Kitty and I decided to go about yesterday, hither and yon, and after coffee at her place we decided on drinkees at mine. Luckily my new kitchen from Trompe Loeil dispenses them liberally so it didn’t take too long until we were two very tipsy girls. Continue reading
Are you good at admitting you’re wrong? It’s a skill. When I’m working, toiling at my desk and blogging, shooting, styling, I have no problem admitting something’s wrong. “Look at that intersection” or “Oh god why did I think that went together” or whatever it is I’ve done wrong, I am ok with admitting it. I’m good with accepting it and moving on.
Personally I’m terrible at it. I hate realizing I’m wrong about someone. I hate being wrong about who they are, or their intentions. Continue reading
So I had some time to myself after feeding my kitties and doing the usual housework and I thought SELF! You need to go out! So I dug in my closet and found some perfect clubbing clothes from House of Hucci.
It was Fetish Night and I guess my fetish is….cute clothes. Continue reading
There is the Girl Who Waited who is Amelia Pond. She waited for his return, and when he did great adventures and wonder happened throughout her life. But she was spun along through her own adventures, like a rudderless boat sometimes. She wasn’t the captain, yet she was a willing participant in the chaos of adventure she was able to experience. (I won’t embrace the spoilers of the end of her adventures, as we know it’s against the rules – SPOILERS!)
But there’s another kind of girl and she’s the kind who won’t wait for anybody. Continue reading
So many things are just a headache away from solving. Right now my head hurts. Decisions are hard, and I’m not a girl who makes them when I don’t have to. Yet here I am making decisions, shedding my skin and becoming a new girl.
It’s rather liberating. Sort of a “dance in the cold ass snow” sort of liberating.
The snow, however, is cold as shit. Continue reading
Cheeky Pea has a new bed out at UBER and I really like it. It’s a swirling mess of blowing silks around a lively arbor theme. She’s calling it the Woodland Tent Bed and it’s aptly named. I’d like to try it out but alas, I’m all alone over here and can’t give most of these animations a go. I’ll trust that they are lovely. Continue reading
It’s a Sunday that’s been rife with things to do and me being confused about events that aren’t open yet or are already closed. I’m 15 kinds of cranky so I decided something comfortable was in order for today.
My new dress is a shirt dress from Fission and it’s got the right amount of “put together” to go with just hanging around. Continue reading
Everyone has a different runway of emotions. It’s how long it takes you to break, to change course, to stop whatever it is you’re investing in. That friend whom you question “how long is she going to put up with that?” is still on her runway. She isn’t out of space yet. I think all emotions have them in some way or another, and how we react when we get to the end of that runway is another thing all together. Continue reading