Do you ever forget you own stuff? Sometimes I come across a blouse or a dress or a pair of shoes I forgot even existed, and a weird shameful/joyful feeling of discovery washes over me. On one hand, there's the "Woo-hoo, more clothes! It's like I went shopping!" feeling; on the other hand, I wonder why I get to have so much that I forget about it, when other people surely need more. Still trying
Potential lottery winnings notwithstanding (come on, Powerball!), a combination of factors (vet bills, car issues, travel expenses, etc.) have severely affected my shopping budget. However
Back when the weather was still warm (you know, the good ol' days), Cincy Chic sponsored a photo shoot with local photographer Neysa Ruhl. We took some group photos as well as these individual shots, which were used for a story covering local bloggers--I represented the fashion side. REPRESENT!
Seeing the final product, one thing is two things are for sure: 1. I need new black dominatrix-y shoes 2. I am not in the running to
A few facts:
This past weekend was hot as monkey balls.
I don't get rid of clothes, so I wind up with a lot of what I like to call "personal vintage"--stuff I know I should've given away years ago, but have kept for so long that it's coming back. This circa 1997 Express romper absolutely falls under that category. See also: 8th grade jeans
My kitty is very sick and I'm not sure how much
Reading about everyone's tropical vacations this summer when the furthest I'm destined to travel is Northern Kentucky (which yes, is just as exciting as it sounds. As in not at all.) has been a bit depressing. I like hot weather and beaches and drinks with umbrellas in them, too!
One third of my prayers was answered when it got up to the 90's this past weekend, so I decided to look on the bright side and
