Three Cool Cats

I am so cool.

Literally.

I’m trying to figure out what color to dye my hair in order for it to be an acceptable member of society.

Everything I google is talking about cool vs warm skin tones.

How cool am I that I couldn’t figure out which I am on my own?

So cool.

And even cooler still because indeed I am cool.

And according to these same, horribly written, terrible beauty sites they suggest that cool people wear hot colors.

I embraced that today.

And I must say, it looks like they were right.

I look back angrily at all of the autumnal colors in my closet: olive (so much OLIVE!), rust, gold…

These are not my colors.

Not that I can’t or won’t wear these colors again, but they are doing me quite a disservice.

Until this year though, I have never been drawn to bright colors.

Never.

The overwhelming majority of my closet is gray, black, and tan.

I’m definitely drawn to neutrals first and foremost. Like, legit, old school neutrals.

But now I will be taking this small trinket of advice and branching out of my comfort zone.

Isn’t it kind of funny that my uncomfortable zone is really what I should be doing…?

That sounds like way too big of a metaphor for a Tuesday morning.

Whoa.

Oxfords: Steve Madden :: Trousers + Blouse + Cardigan + Belt + Bag: Thrifted

And no, I did not make any progress on the hair color front.

Not a smidge.

Xerox Candy Bar

It’s Monday again.

But the sun is out.

And so was Duncan.

He likes to try and steal the show.

I hope everyone had a yummy weekend.

I sure did.

It was a little more hectic than I usually prefer, but it was a blast.

Went to Artopia on Saturday night.

Art, music, fashion, general craziness.

It was quite fun.

And then Sunday was spent brunch-hopping around town.

Jelly, my new favorite brunch spot ever.

And Sputnik, and old fave.

It’s nice to have brunch.

Sometimes it’s nice to have brunch more than once in one day, too.

And although the sun is out today, it is still quite cold.

I just want to be snuggled up and in PJs.

This was the closet I could come.

Leggings and a sweatdress.

Not bad.

Boots: Deena & Ozzy :: Leggings + Dress: Target :: Scarfasbelt: Thrifted :: Bag: Ross

I think this is gonna be a good week.

I can feel it in my bones.

Come Here, Loverboy

It’s totally Thursday.

And I have been dying to show you guys this new blousey blouse I thrifted.

The print is like zebra-meets-faux bois.

Oh yeah.

And it’s HALSTON.

No big deal. Just me and my Halston. You know. Rollin’ like we do.

And you can’t really see them, but I suppose you could call my little wedges faux bois, too.

All this talk of faux bois really makes me want foie gras.

Pardon my French…

Wedges + Halston Blouse: Thrifted :: Jeans: Rachel Zoe Sevens :: Bracelets: Everywhere

And please, let’s not barrage me with anti-foie gras hate mail.

That would be silly, unnecessary, and a gigantic waste of your time.

I pretty much side with Tony on this issue.

But speaking of food and people on television who enjoy it…

Top Chef last night?

What? Angelo?

Bummer, dude.

At least they cheered me up with their hilarious (if not blatantly ridiculous sponsorship- “Hey! You can make Top Chef-grade food from nothing but shit at Target ohmygod! And here are some Top Charget commercials, too!”) ads. Or maybe that’s my inner Kevin fan delighted with the fact that although he wasn’t on All Stars, he is probably making more money than any contestant on the show.

Save for Dale’s new 25K.

Hope he doesn’t blow it all at Cafe Superfake.

Something I Would Draw With My Left Hand

Stop it right there.

Okay.

I have exciting news.

Really, really exciting news.

Remember how I told you how much I love Style Pantry?!?!?

Well.

She fucking featured me.

Today!

I almost died. Thank you Folake, you are seriously the best.

I am honored, flattered, and want to sing songs about being on your blog.

Yeahhh girl /

I’m on Style Pantry today-ay-ay /

I just wanna say-ay-ay /

Thank youuu. /

Thank youuuuuuuuu, /

Folake!

{and she thinks I’m funny which secretly means more to me than even thinking I’m groovy and stylish}

And please let me direct your attention to those bare arms.

{No, Azrielle I’m not talking to you. It’s freaking 61˚ outside right now!}

HOLY SMOKES FOLKS.

It is going to be almost 70˚ today!

THAT IS INSANERY.

But I wore a scarf for solidarity for those of you stuck in anything less pleasant.

See.

I’m right there with you.

Oh, and you can believe me when I tell you that dinner was amazing last night.

I’m not too bad behind the wheel…

…of the stove?

I used to cook.

In a restaurant.

Big time cookin’ lady.

Yeah, great story.

Pumps: Steve Madden Luxe :: Trousers + Headscarf + Shades: Thrifted :: Top: Rodarte for Target :: Scarf: Regular old Target

Well folks, if you will excuse me I have some sunshine to go brag about.

Honest You Do

L’amour.

What a silly day.

Valentines.

I feel like we make such a big deal in this culture about it being a Hallmark holiday.

True.

But I think more so than it being about a bunch of dudes not knowing what to do and feeling horrible and pressured, it’s more so about the kids.

Right?

While I am very much in love with this guy, my fondest Valentine’s memories are from childhood.

Handwriting every valentine, picking out candy, having a crush.

You know?

And all of these excessive commercials about diamonds and ladies and satin and shiny things…

It’s like.

Wait.

Just let the kids have fun.

It’s not about us.

But yeah.

I will still totally dress up and look like a Valentine.

But I will not be stressing about it. Or anything related to it.

As I said, it’s silly.

Cute. But silly.

Pumps: Charlotte Russe :: Trousers + Grey Blazer + Red Blazer : Thrifted :: Tank: Forever21 :: Necklace: Nordstrom Rack :: And the bag is hiding because it is ashamed of itself for being here everyday.

And to echo myself,

I do love this guy.

Very much.

I hope his Valentine’s Day is lovely and silly and sweet and shiny.

And I really hope he likes the dinner I’m cookin’ him.

Love you, babe.

And shucks, I really love you guys too.

Even Azrielle who left me my first ever unpositive comment this weekend.

Seriously, even you.

Down The Hall And Into The Street

It’s my favorite day of the week again.

And I can already tell you it’s going to be a beautiful day.

And it looks like it should be a beautiful weekend, too.

Ace.

Tomorrow, our dear friends Anne and Ryan are getting married.

They are pretty much the absolute best people we have ever met.

So kind. So funny. So great.

It should be a wonderful time.

And also- the first wedding I will attend that isn’t a friend of my Dad’s!!

{not that they aren’t kind of my friends, too… but still. This is kind of a big deal}

And then after the wedding {I know, big night} we are going to Second Saturday.

See, we do this thing in Denver called First Friday, where all of the galleries around town open up and it’s kind of a pub/art/musicy crawl.

Looks like we are milking that shit for all it’s worth with our Second Saturday sloppy seconds. Geez.

{I just know someone’s like, “Dude. Third Thursday. It’s gonna happen.”}

But alas, that too should be fun.

It’s just all kinds fun all over the place.

And how’s about this Western Germany necklace?

Take that, Berlin Wall.

Although this necklace doesn’t really bring to mind ideas of reunification or communism, it does look like candy.

And I do want to eat it.

AND.

On a completely unrelated note:

I have some bloopers for you today.

Again, I tried to navigate the icy snow on the roof for photos.

This is what followed:

You’d think that being a Libra I would have better balancing skills.

Not so, folks.

Not so at all.

Pumps: Steve Madden Luxe :: Tights: ? :: Thigh-Highs: Walgreens :: Shorts + Sweater: Forever21 :: Blazer + Necklace: Thrifted

And this is the aftermath.

I’m doing the squealy I-have-so-much-snow-in-my-fucking-shoes-right-now dance.

It’s one of my specialties.

And with THAT friends, I bid you all the most sleeping until nooningist, watching old cartooningist, eating peanut butter with a spooningist, holding up an old-timey salooningist, riding a babooningist weekends of your lives!!!

Yes I Do Have Bacon

Holy smokes.

Was this the fastest week in history?

I guess I haven’t posted since Monday, so the following days feel like a blur, but still.

Sofast.

And although you may think otherwise- I have not worn kelly green every day this week.

Just Monday and Thursday.

I guess that slipped my mind this morning.

Ah well.

I was also loving the pointy pumps I saw on the glamourai a little bit ago.

I thought,

“Oh hey! I have some of those from like 6 years ago, too!”

So I wore ‘em for yas.

And then I took them off and switched because I filled them with snow for you this morning while taking these pictures.

Yup.

I’m also excited to say that I have finally gotten around to finishing Choke on my iPad.

So I just started Zeitoun yesterday.

Do you guys like Dave Eggers?

He’s one of my absolute favorite contemporary writers.

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius was absolutely fucking brilliant. Hysterical. Insane. Amazing.

What is the What really was a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.

And You Shall Know Our Velocity fell beautifully in between.

If you’re not already fan, I highly suggest you get a’reading.

I’ll let you know how Zeitoun goes.

So far: so good.

Here’s an excerpt from a NYTimes review:

“Imagine Charles Dickens, his sentimentality in check but his journalistic eyes wide open, roaming New Orleans after it was buried by Hurricane Katrina… Eggers’ tone is pitch-perfect-suspense blended with just enough information to stoke reader outrage and what is likely to be a typical response: How could this happen in America?… It’s the stuff of great narrative nonfiction… Fifty years from now, when people want to know what happened to this once-great city during a shameful episode of our history, they will still be talking about a family named Zeitoun.”
— The New York Times Book Review

And did I mention he fucking created McSweeny’s?!

Enough said.

Mental Hygiene

Goodness.

I’m exhausted.

Every which’a way.

I suppose this blog has kind of turned into a fashion/complaining blog.

Sorry if you’re tired of hearing me complain.

I’m tired of it, too.

Tired in general, really.

I thought I heard them say “mental hygiene” on NPR this morning and I wrote it down.

I don’t think they did say mental hygiene, but it certainly sparked my brain.

I wish it’s something that could be practiced as easily as dental hygiene.

Like, if I could just spritz some Binaca into my ears and clean out all the mental garbage that has been piling up for ages now.

Floss out some baggage.

Brush away the useless knowledge, bad habits, anxieties, and phobias.

Not necessarily brainwashing, just like a good braincleaning.

I could use a little minty freshness.

But in other, fashion-related head news…

I tied a turban!

Well, not like a legit Sikh turban or anything, but maybe someday?

Maybe.

It’s essentially the exact same thing I’ve been doing for years, but you use a bigger scarf.

There’s more excess so it ends up looking fancier. but if you can tie a bandana, you can tie a turban.

Pumps: Payless :: Jeans: Urban :: Blouse: Forever 21 :: Blazer + Scarf: Thrifted

And now to go try and work on some of these mental cavities.

Gross.

I Would Ring Out Danger

Fuuuuuhhhhrrrrriday.

So.

This is the hat.

That I told you about yesterday.

Pretty adorable.

I bought it months ago {when my hair was shorter} and it looked a bit odd.

Now that I can essentially just fill it with curls, it may become my new bff.

I kind of want to wear it every single day.

Then I’ll become a creepy hat lady and people will start rumors about me having a litter of gerbils that live under my hat and eat my hair.

I can totally embrace that.

And how about this insane bolo?

Papa Cullie found this little trinket for me several weekends ago and I haven’t been able to find the right outfit for it.

It is so unique and in turn needs to be showcased as such.

I think the hat is the perfect companion.

Now if I only had a horse, the look would be complete.

Bandolino Boots + Black Blazer + Hat: Thrifted :: Jeans: Urban Outfitters :: Tee: Target :: Bolo: Gift

And with THAT friends, I bid you all the most haberdashiest, full of classiest, getting absolutely smashiest, no icky rashiest, singing to the Clashiest, doing the Monster Mashiest weekends of your lives!