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Proof

31 Mar

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Let’s face it, I haven’t just slipped from grace, I’ve tanked. Well, only as it pertains to blogging regularly. I have my reasons, sure. Such as, having a dog which leads to why I’m wearing pants a lot these days. I dress in anticipation of what the day holds for me, like walking her daily every afternoon on one of the trails nearby. Sometimes it’s not all that exciting, however, working from home hasn’t stopped me from caring.

I may not have the bandwidth to post as regularly but having fun with outfits is an integral part of my life, not a phase. Here’s a little recap. You need proof, after all. But first, this:

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Being a woman of  ”a certain age”, (45! Woohoo!), I’m starting to get annoyed at all the age-appropriate style advice in women’s magazines. No more short mini-dresses? Why not? I like my legs just fine, thanks. No more obnoxiously bright neons pants paired with an equally bright top? I’m not sure I like this advice at all. Here’s what I have to say: Ignore all of it. ALL. Wear what makes you happy. Skirt too short? Heels to high? Too much cleavage showing? I don’t care. Squeeze yourself into a pair of leopard-spotted pants, you hot mama, you. Rock them to work if it puts a smile on your face.

Let the real old farts tsk… tsk… behind your back while you are living your life exactly as you wish. The most flattering thing a woman can ever wear, the one thing that looks good rain or shine, day or night, is her smile. Her genuine, life-loving smile. So, if what you put on today is wrong by every standard but it makes you happy, and if that happiness translates into a smile, that’s all the style advice you’ll ever need.

Go on, beautiful. Wear whatever you feel like wearing, just as long as it makes you happy.

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wear purples

Wearing sheer aqua top, orange cardigan, light denim pants

Wearing sheer purple top, printed scarf, hand-carved earrings

Wearing green cashmere sweater, royal blue tank top, cyan skinny pants

 

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First: Purple top/gifted, neon yellow t-shirt/Old Navy, raspberry velour pants/Athleta*, necklace/Anthropologie, brown Uggs. Second: Sheer printed aqua top/Target, orange cardigan/Target, denim/Nordstrom’s, mustard scarf/Cheeky Boutique, wood teal bangle/bazaar in Spain, neon yellow Vans. Third: Sheer printed blouse/TJ Maxx, sheer printed kimono-style top/Target, tie belt/handmade, printed scarf/bazaar in France, necklace/Anthropologie, hand-carved earrings/Braindrop. Fourth: Green cashmere sweater/Bloomingdale’s, royal blue tank top/Old Navy, cyan skinny pants/Urban Outfitters, beaded necklace/Anthropologie. 

 
 

Becoming invisible

17 Jan

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Daily outfit wearing magenta t-shirt, violet cardigan, black skinny jeans, black knee-high boots

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I just read an article about aging and becoming invisible. Yes, I think about this sometimes. I don’t dwell on it much but there are times I worry. There is nothing anyone can say about my current state that guarantees that I will not become invisible with time. Invisible to younger people, invisible to men. Just invisible. We live in a youth-centric culture and this is the reality.

I look in the mirror and I’m confused. I see the changes on my skin, I’m mostly fascinated with it. It, the skin of a 44 year old woman. It’s different. We’re all different but I what I mean is that my skin is different than it used to be. If you’re not there yet, get used to the idea, you’ll see when you get there. If you’re there, or you’ve been there, you know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s fine, really. But there is this small voice in my head that asks a lot of questions. Like, will I be equally surprised with my appearance at 60 as I am now? Will I ever feel that my insides and my outsides match again? When did that stop? How will others continue to see me? When will I stop looking as sprite as I feel? Will it make me sad? I’ve enjoyed it this far, will I even be bothered to care? I’m inclined to think I’ll care some.

I don’t want to become invisible. I think it’s more than vanity, I think it’s primal. The old and the weak got left behind because they no longer served the purpose of procreating or hunting and gathering. No one wants to be left behind. No woman, no man. What’s my plan? I have to have a plan, I can’t just plow through my 40′s and 50′s with reckless abandon and wake up to the shock of having become invisible. I’m really comfortable with the gradual changes taking place, let’s keep it that way. Besides, when I turn 60 I probably won’t think that’s very old at all and I’ll be confused by the whole damn experience.

Not long ago, I would walk to the train station everyday by myself the five blocks from my house. Every once in a while, a total stranger would say something very nice to me as I made my way with purse, lunch bag and gym bag in tow. Every single time it took me by surprise. It’s not that I don’t think I look nice, it’s that they made an effort and went out of their way. The kindness of strangers. And I would wonder, what did they see? I just doesn’t matter how good I look, how young one might think I appear, there is no doubt in my mind that some things cannot be falsified, such as the fact that I’m not 25, or even 30. I see my face, my body, every morning. I know what I look like. It doesn’t matter. Even if I embodied absolute physical perfection, they were compelled to go out of their way. They had no obligation to verbally express what they experienced. I would have been none the wiser.

I lived in San Francisco, a city teaming with young beautiful women walking down the same streets as me. What made me different?

It’s not that I don’t accept that some might find me attractive, it’s that I truly believe that something else made me stand out. The kindness within. As I’ve gotten older I’ve become more and more comfortable being nice. Not polite. Nice. I will stop and ask if someone needs help. This next part is actually more significant. If, and when, I hear my judgmental inner voice spout something I don’t like about anyone, I will correct it. I check myself. Why did I make that judgment? Has a button been pushed? It’s not what I think, it’s what I do with that thought, that judgement. It’s static noise that has no power if I ignore or correct it. And guess what? It’s made me nicer. I’ve always been that person but I haven’t always given that person power. Now I have and I think others see it.

Kindness. Fairness. Generosity. As I’ve been changing how I see the world, I’ve been changing how the world sees me. So if you want to know what I intend do about becoming invisible with age, I just shared with you the only trick I have up my sleeve.

That’s my plan and I’m sticking to it.

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Magenta t-shirt/Urban Outfitters, violet cardigan/Anthropologie, leopard-spotted jacket/Sandro, black skinny jeans/Urban Outfitters, knee-high snake-skin pattern boots/Kelsi Dagger, multi-color scarf/gifted.

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You might have noticed my Google Friend Connect widget has been taken down. I found out that Google is discontinuing this product soon, I figured I might as well get used to no longer relying on it. There are still a variety of ways to subscribe to updates for this blog. In the meantime, I’d be delighted if you left me your url in the comment box, I’ll do my best to visit.

 

Pimpin’ her style

22 Aug

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Daily outfit and style tip, wearing floral tank, pink cardigan, green skinny corduroy

Daily outfit and style tip, wearing floral tank, pink cardigan, green skinny corduroy

You know how some days you get dressed, look in the mirror and it feels all too familiar? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it this morning when it suddenly hit me. The skinny pants, the ballet flats, the cardigan, the scoop neck shirt underneath: I looked at my husband and said “I’m dressed like Andrea.”

She obviously has good taste.

He threatened to go tell her. My rebuttal? I told him I would go tell her myself. I did. The entire group unanimously agreed that I had indeed successfully pimped her style.

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In a rut? Beg, borrow and steal someone else’s look for a day. Even on accident, inspiration comes in many forms. They’ll appreciate the flattery, you get to try something new.

Have you ever copied someone’s look for inspiration? How did it turn out for you?

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Stretchy green skinny corduroys/Urban Outfitters, floral tank/Nordstrom’s, pink cashmere cardigan/Bloomingdale’s, green floral scarf/Urban Outfitters, black ballet flats/Ecco, purple flower necklace/gifted, kitty ring/gifted, peridot ring/Ambiance.

 
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FBFF Q&A: What’s your dream job?

19 Aug

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Daily outfit and style tips, wearing mint green lace front tunic, floral scarf

Daily outfit and style tips, wearing mint green lace front tunic, floral scarf, paisley harem pants, green sandals

This is how I dress when I’m not working for the weekend. I must admit that my weekend outfits have evolved, they have become cuter and less sloppy. While I’ve never been one to let myself go, I’ve certainly taken advantage at times of being home and unseen.

One year, I went through my closet and got rid of everything sloppy, slouchy, stretched and stained.

The problem is these special “cleaning out the garage” outfits started making a regular appearance. Let’s face it, they were soft and comfortable, I never had to worry about messing them up as I putzed around the house or garden. My subconscious has a tendency to propel me towards the familiar and comfortable. I had to take drastic actions. Eliminate the temptation, solve the problem.

If I’m home all day I’m not going to be doing dishes with jewelry, a scarf and shoes on but you will no longer find me looking like I’m in the middle of cleaning out the garage. Especially since I haven’t had one in eight years.

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This week on Friend Friday, (FBFF), there’s been talk about pursuing dreams. What’s your dream job? What would you love to be doing right now? Putting them down on paper is often the first step to realizing those dreams. Today, we’ve been asked to consider what that dream job would be. Let’s see what I’d be doing. I eliminated my very first dream job: to be a snowboarding instructor and ride full-time because I have every intention to teach someday and it’s not a stretch at all. I’m just not ready to do it at the moment.

FBFF: Fess up – if you could do anything professionally what would it be?

FMJ: My dream environment would make use of my love of writing and fashion, along with my creative, analytical and interpersonal skills. (That really sounds like I pulled it from my fantasy resumé!)

FBFF: What draws you to this?

FMJ: I’ve always loved to write, English was my favorite topic in school and I was a voracious reader. I actually have a blog for my poetry, The Places I’ve Been. I’ve always had fun with clothes, there’s never been a time in my life when I played completely by fashion rules. Fortunately, I’m already in a creative and analytical role. I think I would die if I weren’t. That’s very dramatic of me, so, ok, I wouldn’t die. I would, however, be completely and utterly miserable not having strong creative outlets in my life. I’m just wired that way. And they can’t be just creative, they must have an element of logic and analysis, too. Both sides of my brain want to play in the game.

FBFF: When did you first start dreaming about this ideal?

FMJ: I don’t know that there has ever been a clear starting point. Right now, it still feels like a fantasy job.

FBFF: What’s holding you back from going all in?

FMJ: I suspect part of not having tried to head in that direction is the lack of relatable skills. While I probably would do well in such an environment, it would take a great leap of faith for someone to have the vision that could connect what I’ve been doing with what I could be doing.

Conceptually, it doesn’t feel like a stretch, right? I’m responsible for the visual representation and interpretation of marketing objectives for well-known brands. I get how to make things look good while also making them work. The high level skills are transferable, the direct experience is not.

FBFF: Sometimes the first step is the hardest… what’s one step you can take now on the way to realizing your dream?

FMJ: Research, conversations and developing clarity on what it is I want. Whatever it is I do starts with the first step I take.

Thank you Katy of Modly Chic for crafting this topic. Friend Friday is an opportunity for fashion and beauty bloggers to share their thoughts on a specific topic and read what others have to say on that same topic. For more information, check out Modly Chic and welcome to the wonderful world of blogging!

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Paisley harem pants/H&M, mint green lace front tunic/Urban Outfitters, floral scarf/Urban Outfitters, green sandals/Finn Comfort, long beaded necklace/Nordstrom’s, mint green glass spiral earrings/Braindrops, silver and mother-of-pearl cuff/Lois Hill.

 

 

Packing for vacation, part 2

23 Jun

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I posted the first part of packing for vacation yesterday when I found my missing Friend Friday piece. Here lies the moment of truth. If you didn’t catch my updates on The House in the Clouds’ facebook page, following is a quick recap of the last three weeks.

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Daily outfit and style tip, honeymoon in Paris

Daily outfit and style tip, honeymoon in Paris

Daily outfit and style tip, honeymoon in Paris

Daily outfit and style tip, honeymoon in Paris

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We started our honeymoon in Paris and stayed with one of our best friends for five days. (I’m going to be writing about my observation of Parisian style on Style Pint’s blog soon and will keep you posted, check her out in the meantime.) Paris was warm, we walked a lot as expected. It was an easy city to dress for. Our schedule was nicely paced and our dinners were fantastic.

Daily outfit and style tip, honeymoon in Calellea

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We then flew to Barcelona, picked up our rental car and drove to Calellea, in Costa Brava. The bed and breakfast run by British ex-pats was absolutely charming, I think of this as our first honeymoon suite. The small coastal town was beautiful and dreamy, there’s nothing better to me than the Mediterranean Sea and coastline. Light rains fell intermittently though the days were still warm. We spent one day exploring a coastline trail and subsequent little pockets of beaches.

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After Costa Brava, we hit the road and spent the next week driving through the Pyrenees. The temperature cooled as most of Europe was hit with a cold and wet spell. The rain didn’t stop us from hiking twice but it did get us sopping wet! I dressed for comfort on days mostly spent in the car.

We wrapped up our northernly drive with a few days in Gascony for some Armagnac tasting. We stayed at a bed and breakfast in a former mansion. The food was divine and the service was attentive and inviting. One day was devoted to visiting a couple local producers and tasting their wares. This experience was truly unique, the proprietors were warm and welcoming, spending hours showing us around. The weather was still cool and drizzly throughout, I found it challenging to dress in my summer clothes and kept bundling up with scarves.

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Hitting the Basque country, we made a quick detour to see the Guggenheim in Bilbao before dropping off our car at the airport and returning to Barcelona. The next four days were spent walking the city, taking in the sights and being enthralled with Gaudi’s architectural genius along with staying up late. The weather was hot and the style was casual. The cool and wet spell was finally over.

After four days, we caught a plane back to Paris, had one last mind-blowing dinner with our friend and flew home the next day.

Here’s what made it into the suitcase:

  • Dresses, 3: 2 short, 1 maxi. Report: the purple stretch jersey dress was perfect for wearing alone in Barcelona and layering with leggings on a cooler day in Gascony. The lightweight orange summer dress was perfect for Calellea and Barcelona, it was pretty but casual enough for the coast. I’m sad to report the maxi dress never made an appearance. It was too casual for nice evening dinners and would have been great for Barcelona. I admit I forgot about it on the couple days it would have been perfect for.


  • Shorts, 1: Dressy cotton. Report: I dressed up these shorts a few times, they worked well for days in Paris and Barcelona, and again on our last night’s dinner in Barcelona.

 

  • Pants, 3: Cargo, seersucker, stretchy. Report: The cargo pants were worn numerous times in Paris and through the cooler days. The seersucker pants were so versatile that I wore them in every city. The stretchy wide-leg pants were my go-to pants for the day-long drives and long flights because they were so comfortable with their four-way stretch.

 

  • Tank tops, 2: 1 plain solid, 1 dressy. Report: The casual solid salmon tank got a lot of wear, both alone and under one of the looser-fitting tops. The dressy pink lace tank top was only worn once.

 

  • Scarves, 2: 1 warm, 1 lacy. Report: I got a lot of mileage out of the warmer shawl but only wore the lacy scarf once or twice.

 

  • Tops, 3: 1 print t-shirt, 1 over-size sequined t-shirt, 1 tunic. Report: The white t-shirt with a blue floral print was a favorite. I washed it twice, it looked good with practically everything. The over-size sequined t-shirt was worn numerous times, too. Same with the tunic. I kept rotating shirts during the cold wet week through the Pyrenees, it was just too cold to wear dresses.

 

  • Cardigans, 3: 1 lightweight lacy, 1 cashmere, 1 cotton kimono style. Report: The lightweight salmon cardi got plenty of wear but I only wore the orange kimono style once. The cashmere aqua cardi was worn every day that it wasn’t hot. How am I not sick of it yet? You’ve probably seen me wear it all winter, it’s the softest, warmest thing.

 

  • Shoes, 4: 1 sandal, 1 dressy shoe, 1 flat comfort shoe, 1 flat stylish shoe. Report: The flat stylish sequined shoe gave me a blister on day one which made wearing the dressy shoe really painful, I tucked the dressy shoes away for the rest of the trip. The black Dansko sandals were my favorites, the straps across the tops were adjusted according to the heat factor and foot swelling. The flat comfort shoes were the warmest to wear during the cold spell but were too hot and binding on the hot days.


There you have it. Overall, I did very well and got a lot of wear out of almost everything. At the last minute I threw a pair of thick black yoga pants into my suitcase, I still had so much room to spare. They turned out to play a very crucial role when hiking in the rain, I had only brought a pair of lightweight hiking capris and would have been freezing all day. I also added a couple nicer dresses which I wore several times.

The winners: The purple jersey and orange lightweight dresses were tied. The seersucker and stretchy pants were tied, also. The white t-shirt won out over the other t’s, it was polyester and dried very quickly after being hand-washed which kept it fresh. Overall, the cashmere aqua cardi and black sandals took the prize.

The losers: The maxi dress, the dressy high heels and the lacy scarf were lowest on the totem pole. I wouldn’t have missed them. Not too shabby for trying to plan for so much diversity in activities and weather.

For more general and location photos of our travels, check out The Husband’s blog. He painstakingly documented regularly with a brief description and a handful of photos. It was truly incredible!

I also want to extend a special thanks to my guest bloggers, it was such a relief knowing you were in good hands in my absence. I hope they’ve made new fans out of you!

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Filip Jach

 

 
 

Stormy weather

29 Mar

 

Burton LipStick at Kirkwood
LipStick girl

This, my friends, is the reason why it gets quiet around here on the weekends during winter. We had another epic storm this past week which resulted in an insane amount of snow, which, if you happen to subscribe to my kind of math, equals instant happiness.

snow + fabienne = instant happiness
Instant happiness

I had a breakthrough weekend, I did my first 180 off a kicker, (small jump). I then proceeded to do as many as frontside and backside 180′s possible in the last remaining runs of the day. The snow was soft, thankfully, as not all landings were, um, graceful.

I woke up this morning and all of my jumping and landing muscles were sore. I only have one thing to say about that: Totally worth it!

Daily outfit of navy polka dot dress with black blazer and yellow tights
Sunshine legs and polka dots
Daily outfit wearing vintage daisy necklace
Vintage daisy necklace
Daily outfit wearing yellow tights with black ballet flats
Cute bows and tiny studs

 

 

Deets: Navy blue polka dot dress/ModCloth, black boyfriend blazer/Sparkle & Fade, Urban Outfitters, yellow tights/Urban Outfitters, vintage daisy necklace/thrifted, beige pashmina scarf/Nordstrom’s, black bow ballet flats/Ecco.

 

It’s all in the details

22 Mar
The subtlety of details, neutral lace sweater with lace scarf
Lace details
Denim with the subtlety of neutrals and lace
Denim and lace

I recently picked up this cropped sweater having no idea how to make it work. It’s short. Really short. With cut-out lace panels. I knew that until I invested in a pair of high-waisted pants, I’d have to get creative so as not to flash my middrift at work. Enter tank tops. Two of them, in fact. I’ve discovered that the key to making a lot of things work is in the subtlety of details; the contrast of layering neutral tank tops of different lengths, lace patterns under a lace panel sweater topped off with a lace scarf.

Ready to be cited for wearing just too much lace, I braved another windy day in Downtown Oakland in denim and classic black ankle boots. It’s hard to believe that I once lived in jeans; however comfortable they may be I much prefer dresses these days. It’s a completely different look for me especially as I ponder what it means to be a feminist with regard to my fashion choices. It’s been a hot topic lately, check out what these Feminist Fashion Bloggers have to say if your interest has been piqued. On Friday, I’ll be participating on a smaller scale about said topic.

Nail polish iridescent like scarab beetles
For my love of scarab beetles

Speaking of details, I was complimented yesterday on my nail polish while grocery shopping. I thought I’d share. I was drawn to this color because it reminded me of a childhood family vacation we took when we still lived in Lebanon. My dad drove us through Syria, Turkey, Greece and into Bulgaria. I have very distinct memories of playing with scarab beetles in Turkey. They were black with a mesmerizing green iridescence. Just like my nail polish.

 

Deets: Cropped sweater/ModCloth, tank tops/Nordstrom’s, scarf/Urban Outfitters, denim/Calvin Klein, black leather ankle boots/Munro, necklace/Claire’s Boutique.

 
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Starry and foggy nights: A little San Francisco history

15 Mar
Wearing ModCloth starry night dress in garden
Airy starry night dress

I’m listening to old New Model Army for old times’ sake. They were one of my favorite bands growing up. Justin Sullivan was one of my heroes, I managed to see them quite a few times at the I-Beam in the Haight in the 80′s. Oh yes, I did managed to get in underage. I also managed to meet him. It took about two minutes for me to realize that I was in the company of an intellectual and had absolutely no business making any kind of conversation, but hey, I’ve always been a good sport and I just rolled with it. I wasn’t starstruck as much as I was elated not to be disappointed by the encounter.

The I-Beam was the place to go back then. It eventually closed, I don’t think it was deemed safe any longer after the Loma Prieta earthquake in ’89. The last time I was there was for my twenty-first birthday. My friend Harry took me to see Ministry. I still remember what I wore; a skintight black scoop neck top with a red flower flouncy mini-skirt, very high heels. Not your typical Ministry-appropriate style, I always did march to the beat of my own drummer. That was a birthday I would never forget. All those years spent in San Francisco before I could actually call it my home, getting around by foot, cab or bus.

Oh, how I got to know my city; every neighborhood, every block, which Victorian had the most beautiful detail, which had the most fragrant flowers growing in the little gardens, which streets were the smoothest and easiest to cycle uphill at midnight coming home from a show. Playing chicken with the ocean waves, a harvest moon on the horizon and stars barely visible through the fog; other times playing hide-and-seek at the Palace of Fine Arts after the clubs closed.

Mondo patent leather creepers
Image via www.tukshoes.com

I was struck by the unabashed individuality of ordinary people walking down the street. Mixing vintage with modern, fueling my imagination and inspiring me to push boundaries. My love of Goth style then was reflected in my red patent leather mondo creepers similar to the black ones shown, they were my statement walking shoe of choice. Those days and nights were magical, now I may live twenty minutes outside San Francisco but it will always be my home.

 

 

Deets: Sheer mauve and velvet cut-out dress/ModCloth, black tights/unknown, plum shoes/Dansko, purple scarf/Georgiou.

 
 

30 for 30 Winter, final roundup

12 Mar
Wearing ivory lace dress with black lace tights and obi belt for 30 for 30 roundup

Lace on lace over tights

Wearing burgundy sweater dress with brown shirt for 30 for 30 roundup

Coffee and wine, oh my!

Wearing DKNY wrap over black turtleneck and skinny jeans for 30 for 30 roundup

Not one of my finer creations

Wearing plaid dress over black turtleneck and skinny jeans for 30 for 30 roundup

Feeling a little bit country

Wearing soft pink shirt with tie over black skinny jeans for 30 for 30 roundup

Schoolhouse rock

Wearing red ruffle sweater shrug over black turtleneck and skinny jeans for 30 for 30 roundup

Ruffles ahoy!

 

This won’t be the first time I’m demonstrated my finer ability to count. I just realized that I never got around to wearing item 30. Technically, what we have hear, folks, is a 29  for 29. Since I’m probably the last living remixer at this point, for the sake of just gettin’ it done, I’m calling it a done deal. It’s been fun but I’m ready to chronically repeat again. And wear some new things, too!

It was a little quiet this weekend because I joined some fine ladies in Las Vegas for Style Nation 2011. It was very exciting! Typically, I’d be snowboarding but what’s life when it’s always predictable? The lovely Loudmouth has elaborated a little on the company we’re keeping. Don’t worry, there will be a full report shortly.

Ciao!

 

 

 

 
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30 for 30 Winter, day 3. Country Strong

03 Feb
Enhanced natural curls
I call this my totally gifted outfit!

Two things: One, I had not heard of the movie when the reference was made but I’m taking it as a compliment since my coworker was only making a reference to my hair and outfit and not the washed-out, has-been part. Two: I let my hair air dry last night and touched up my natural unruliness rather than fight it. Thank you Nicole for inspiring me to do this. I have come to value a large curling iron, a skinny curling iron and a straightening iron. They are my friends.

Three: I know, I lied. But I didn’t mean to. I’m hoping to spend a little quality time with the hubby this evening and I’m rushing through this like a woman on a mission. Back to Three: I made it on IFB’s weekly roundup today. I’m honored, flattered, excited, what can I say? I’ll post the whole kit and caboodle this weekend.

Now back to my house date. Ciao babes!

Wait! One more thing. I know I just made that four, I can count. So, Four: I’m wearing “mocha” microfiber tights from We Love Colors. You know what else? I totally love them. They got sent my way, I’m sending some love back. They’re nice and soft and stretchy and pretty darn opaque. The color is ever-so-slightly different that what my monitor displayed but I knew that would happen, such is the nature of monitor displays. Ultimately, the shade was what I expected and I’m very happy and grateful.

Deets: Plaid dress/Old Navy, gifted from Dotty, raspberry hand-knitted scarf/gifted by my “other” grandma Jeannie, vintage brooch/passed down from my mom, necklace/gifted by hubby, tights/gifted, We Love Colors, grey vegan faux cowboy boots/ModCloth, (they were gifted, too, by my bffs!), bracelet/gifted by my dad & his wife. 

To quote the hubby: “Now everyone knows what a cheapskate you are.” That was cool! It was total accident that I didn’t wear anything I bought myself.

When the house is not in the clouds
 
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