I’m pretty sure this winter has been rough on everyone, everywhere.
I have tried not to complain about it because there really isn’t anything we can do but wait it out!
Every time it snows, I’m just glad that the ugly dirty salty snow/ice gets covered back up so the ground is pretty again.
In the meantime, I will continue to wear cozy scarves and try to stay warm.
This one came as a Christmas gift from my Mother-In-Law who found it when she was working in Afghanistan last summer.
I love everything about it, and it is certainly my warmest.
(It’s CASHMERE) (Seinfeld reference)
I finally got around to listing some great vintage pieces on my Etsy that I’ve been hanging on to for a long time.
And after getting sidetracked like ten million times,
And looking at all the amazing 1950’s style party frocks,
(And wishing I could find a place online to watch the most recent season of Mad Men before I start my TVFREE2013)
I’ve decided that if MY husband was the President of the US of A,
I would completely deck myself out in Etsy finds and wear only vintage party dresses.
I hope that my husband never becomes the President though,
And I’m really sure that will never happen so I won’t worry about that.
Taking the pictures for the listing is half the fun!
So what do you think – are these dresses Joan, Betty, or Peggy?
This past weekend my mom and I went up to Minnesota
And hung out with the girls on her side of the family at their cabin.
It was nice and cool there
And now that we’re back, it’s nice and cool here too!
Today I wore a sweatshirt.
And I bought some rusty-red coloured soft jeans
And also wore my Minnetonka mocs.
It’s officially feather weather!
I don’t know why, but feathers and fallish weather seem to go hand in hand.
I made these earrings last week.
I’ll be making more like this to sell on my Etsy
But I like keeping some of my stuff to wear. 🙂
Time to go outside and sidewalk chalk with the wee one.
In a valiant effort not to cut my hair,
I have been going to places I normally don’t go.
Like a pompadour.
Preceded by sponge rollers.
I even took a picture of myself trying to look cool and nonchalant.
Out of nowhere…
I got punched in the face by my blatant accessorization.
And that’s not even a word.
So you can imagine my surprise.
The moral of this little story is:
A. It’s hard to be serious when you’re taking pictures of yourself and
B. Growing your hair out may lead to the unexpected.
(SIDE NOTE: Also, today I stumbled upon a petting zoo that was randomly happening behind the library and pet the following: an alpaca, pot-belly pig, chicken, giant rabbit, goat, sheep, donkey, cow, and probably rested my hand in a pile of urine-soaked wood chips without knowing it.
WHICH, IN TURN, proves that what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you.)
C. Don’t be afraid to do something different with your hair, it may lead you straight to a petting zoo.
One more thing; Betty Grable’s pompadour here is just fanTASTIC.
(found this image on Wikipedia. )