Saturday, August 27, 2011

Fashionista-ing



Van Gogh admired fashion, too. I find her outfit very inspiring.

I am sitting in a seat in our sun room and I got to thinking about what I wear: Now, black leggings and my dad's over-sized flannel shirt and gray socks, and I am comfortably in bum-mode (I'm usually in bum-mode when I write, actually.)
But, I like clothes, regular-fancy clothes almost as much as my bum-mode clothes.
Then I thought about my clothes-wearing philosophy.

1) If you like it, it does not matter what somebody else thinks, and you shouldn't think about what someone else thinks anyways. Don't stifle yourself by thinking about others' opinions.
2) If you like it, you can probably find it cheaper somewhere.
3) If you like it, it will probably eventually be on sale.
4) Don't be afraid to wear color.
5) Don't be afraid to wear neutrals, either.
6) It's always a good idea to balance color & neutrals.
7) Who says stripes & patterns don't go together? You can get away with harmonious clashing.
8) Textures are cool-- lace is great.
9) Textured tights are even cooler.
10) Scarves: yes please.
11) Different shades of the same color= always lovely.

12) Be not afraid of thrift stores.
13) Be not afraid of Modcloth, Tulle, H&M, Anthropologie, Chelsea & Violet, and J.Crew in moderation.
14) I like long sweaters & cardigans.
15) I like stripes & flowers.
16) Wear a flower or a feather in your hair.
17) Life's too short for boring shoes.
18) Invest in good boots. Invest in a good coat with detailed buttons.
((Once I spent 220 dollars on boots and I was nervous, but they are worth every penny. When I was crossing the street in Seattle, some woman called out of her car: "I love your boots!" See, totally worth it.))
19) Think of your clothing as tangible poetry. "A poem to be worn."
20) Dichotomies work in clothing, too. Refer to #7 and harmonious clashing.

Maybe I'll think of more later.


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Never have I ever regretted these boots.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Irene's weakened weekend fury looms near, and we sit & wait for what she brings. What an unwelcome house guest she is, but what can we do?
Wait.
I've never liked the name Irene. When I was a little girl I was dreadfully scared of a cafeteria monitor named Irene. She was work-weary and intolerant. She stole our retainers if we accidentally threw them away. (I never threw mine away.)
I wish I could terrify students. Maybe I'll start stealing their retainers.
Irene. Ugh.
The cat snuggles his fuzz blanket as I read-- and the world seems a little less boring with all of this natural disaster talk. I didn't do anything today besides read Jane Eyre and plan a lesson for school next week. School next week. Summer and her laissez faire leaves us; Irene and her grumpy, boisterous self barges right in.
Sounds about right.
You within earshot of this blog, please pray for we east-coasters who have decided to wait out the storm under our own wind-battered roofs.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
-Carl Sandburg

No wonder I love it. (it being poetry)

Friday, August 5, 2011

What I don't like:
Finding grammatical mistakes in previous posts . . . grr! Grammar makes me feel like a failure on a regular basis.