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Double Florals

Last week I wore double florals for the first time to work on Wednesday, and then my car broke down. Which means that I now consider double florals to be bad luck.

Also the broken car threw off the end of my week.

The car is already 16 years old, I’ve been driving it for 8. I’m not saying I want the car to die, but I’m preparing for it to die… by browsing for a new car. Like a very old, very sick pet who’s quality of life has really fallen. Maybe it is time? I’m thinking Prius C? Go ahead and judge my decisions now. But tiny car, major MPG, probably won’t need to be replaced for MANY more years. And I have a big ole’ chunk of change in my savings account with no defined purpose…

The Blanket Scarf

This scarf isn’t anything special, it’s a big yellow pashmina I bought at Old Navy (or was it Target?) for $12 a couple years ago. It’s 100% acrylic the little strands constantly come un-knotted. But it is enormous, and that is why it is my ‘blanket scarf’.

I don’t do a lot of traveling but the one traveling tip I have, take a ‘blanket scarf’. Layover in Chicago have to sleep on the floor in the airport? BAM, blanket scarf! Eight hour road trip to Dragon Con and you are trying to sleeping in the backseat of the car? BAM, blanket scarf! Guy next to you on the plane won’t turn down his little air nozzle thing? BAM blanket scarf! Hot date with your significant other during the summer, but you know the movie theater will be super cold? BAM! Blanket Scarf.

This scarf has been to Boston, Chicago, Columbus, LA and Atlanta with me. It went on my first date with Curly-haired-boy to see a midnight showing of Blade Runner (the best movie ever), it had been to countless other movies and plays with me because it goes with nearly all of my outfits. Overly air conditioned convention centers & movie theaters, outdoor events that start during the day and then get colder when the sun goes down. There are tons of places that I get cold and need an extra layer of warmth. Which I think more than anything just shows… that I have really poor circulation…

 

Red Boots Are My Thing

Boots & Jacket: Thrifted, Dress: Dorothy Perkins

Red boots are my thing. I own at least three pairs. Which may prompt you to ask ‘How many pairs of red boots does one girl need?’ Enough, every girl needs enough red boots to satisfy her every boot wearing need.

So when Duc posted the latest ‘Art inspiration‘ I knew I wanted to play along. Because that little girl has red boots just like me!

The top of this dress is totally see through. I didn’t know that because I ordered it over the internet. They never tell you on websites ‘this dress is super cheap because only half of it has lining’ or ‘this dress is on sale because no one bought it because it totally see through’. It’s times like this I am glad the my top drawer is full of under ‘tanks’ (camisoles?) because I liked the dress to much to send it back (also no refunds on sale items).

I wear a lot of camisoles. I almost didn’t want to admit it to you blogosphere. Not because I am embarrassed of my camisoles, but because then you’ll all know the secret* of how to ‘fix’ that way-to-low-cut-shirt, or that-one-with-the-buttons-that-don’t-close-all-the-way. Then that cool stuff won’t end up in the thrift store where I can buy it for super cheap.

All You Northerners are Going to be Angry

Dress: Target (similar), Galoshes: Old Navy (similar)

This is what I wore on Sunday. A couple days ago when I didn’t really leave the house and instead spent a couple hours working on my companies’ website, eating macaroni & cheese, and watching weird Australia Tween television shows on Netflix.

I’m scared you northern readers will be angry  because yes you are seeing correctly, I am sleeveless, and tights-less in mid-March. And to be honest I was still a little hot. It has been crazy warm here for Kentucky, we also had a freak hail storm on Saturday. Mother nature seemed to know exactly when we were left the parking lot of the awesome (but pricey) localvore burger joint down the road. So even though the weather is absolutely beautiful and I am trying to take advantage of that as much as possible, it feels a little… foreboding… of what will probably be a crazy hot summer. I am crossing my fingers that I am incorrect because I don’t enjoy the hot sticky summer weather we have. I should probably move out west.

A Quiet Lunch

Boots: Chinese Laundry (same), Jeans: Gap Always Skinny (same), Shirt: Levi’s, Jacket: Old Navy (similar ), Scarf, Gloves & Purse: Just Creations (similar tiny purse)

I was really excited yesterday to see lots of other people get that nagging urge to prove they are right. Even if you never tell the person you were arguing with you can tell ME, Loren, your blogger friend. I will gloat with you when you are correct about the name of that guy you knew in high school, or the price of the cookies you tried to buy at the grocery store, or that Cadbury eggs really are getting smaller.

Here’s another ‘Loren Emotion’, I’m not sure if I’m the only person who feels this way. So here it goes.

I love eating lunch by myself.

There, the true is out. Sure a lunch date with boyfriend is nice, or going out with the co-workers on pay day. But the average Monday-Thursday I’d rather be alone.

There’s no pressure to small talk while your mouth is full. No one makes weird comments about how your food is or isn’t healthy. You can put all your potato chips on your sandwich, or pick out all the onions, or dip your fries in your McFlurry without judgement. You can read without interruption. And, as a slow eater, there’s never any pressure to hurry up & finish because everyone else is done already.

I’ve run into people I know on my lunch outings and while they are always very nice the conversation goes a little like this:

Friend: So where’s Kent this afternoon?

Me: He’s working.

*Friend makes a very obvious pity face*

Friend: Oh… so… you are eating… by yourself?

Me: Yep! I’ve got my book I’m trying to finish and then I’m heading back to work.

Friend: Huh… Well… take care.

Dear friends & acquaintances. My solo lunches are awesome.