These Boots Weren't Made For Walking

During my most recent clothing purge, I unearthed these boots from the depths of my now more orderly closet. Don't you love that? Rediscovering long-forgotten things is like finding buried treasure for me. Of course, I'd like to get my closet to a point where I actually know exactly what's in it, but it's an ongoing battle. And in the meantime, I'll enjoy rekindling my romance for long-lost closet contents.

What I'm Wearing:  Vintage thrifted cowboy boots, dress from a friend's apartment sale, thrifted vintage belt and Coach purse, earrings and sunglasses from Target, chevron ring and   Citizen watch   from Kay Jewelers. 

What I'm Wearing: Vintage thrifted cowboy boots, dress from a friend's apartment sale, thrifted vintage belt and Coach purse, earrings and sunglasses from Target, chevron ring and Citizen watch from Kay Jewelers. 

Similarly, after an inexcusably long break from blogging, I'm feeling inspired again.  I pretty much dropped the ball on this for several reasons. For one, life is just always really busy and it's difficult to find time to have my photographer (AKA my husband) take pics. And truth is, blogging is really weird. It feels unnatural, self-serving and a bit embarrassing to take pics of my outfits and self-promote. So I stopped. I'd been meaning to give it another go for some time, but on April 4th my dad passed away. It sounds trite but having a parent die is a truly life-altering event. I don't want to get into much detail in this post, but I do plan on writing about the loss of my dad in the future. Point is, my dad really liked my blog and encouraged me to post more. So, this one's for you, dad. Going forward, I plan on focusing a bit more on writing and less on outfit posts, because, well, fashion is fun, but it's not everything. I enjoy writing about all kinds of things.

Just casually leaning against a rocket ship outside of   Lava Lounge   in Tremont. You know — the usual.

Just casually leaning against a rocket ship outside of Lava Lounge in Tremont. You know — the usual.

But, back to this particular post, which is about fashion. I paired my awesome vintage cowboy boots with this black dress, allowing the boots to be the focus of the outfit. I also really enjoy the girly contrast of the lacey sleeves. I wore it to work, to dinner at our old stomping ground, Lava Lounge, and to a theater production with Eric. As cool as the boots are, holy shit did my feet hurt by the end of the night. Maybe that's why I haven't worn them in so long that I forgot about them? Sometimes, we suffer for fashion. I'll add some cushiony insoles next time. 

And here's me with a giant #2 pencil in Hingetown, outside of   Rising Star Coffee  . Why a pencil? I have no idea, but I love it.

And here's me with a giant #2 pencil in Hingetown, outside of Rising Star Coffee. Why a pencil? I have no idea, but I love it.

The theater production we saw was "Broken Codes" by the Theater Ninjas. It's a series of shorts examining how we interact with technology and how it affects us. There were some clear feminist statements in it, which I really appreciated. And the show was in the old Hildebrandt Building in Cleveland, an industrial space now used as the home of Rising Star Coffee's Roastery, as well as space for artists and a community kitchen. The stage was set up among giant sacks of coffee beans (which smelled heavenly), a reuse of space that is so perfectly Cleveland. I'd like to go back and explore the building sometime, with a more comfortable pair of shoes.

Bags of coffee beans just chilling behind the stage of "Broken Codes."

Bags of coffee beans just chilling behind the stage of "Broken Codes."

My Current Obsessions:

Reading: "Walk to the End of the World" by Suzy McKee Charnas is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi novel in which women have been reduced to slaves after an environmental collapse. Honestly, I'm having a hard time getting into it, but I'm going to stick with it for the subject matter. I just finished "Mort(e)" by Robert Repino though, and really enjoyed it. Recommended!

Watching: I finally signed up for HBO Now so I can watch Game of Thrones without people on the interwebs spoiling it for me. I'm digging the current season a lot! Especially the most recent one. Daenerys for the mother fucking win!

Drinking: I recently had a Dirty Chai for the first time in a long while, and am now re-addicted.

Making: On a whim I signed up for a Ceramics 101 class at Gina DeSantis Studios. I'm not very good at it, but I'm improving and it's very relaxing throwing pottery on the wheel. Spoiler: It's not as sexy as in Ghost.

Pastel Wonderland

I love spring. I mean, I really love spring. I love pastels, baby animals, the gradual greening of the landscape after winter. I love when my flower bed erupts into a rainbow of tulips and the tree in my yard showers the lawn with white flower petals like confetti. Hell, I even love Easter, even though I'm not religious. After all, it's the holiday with the best candy. Don't argue with me about that — you're wrong. So, where better to celebrate a spring vibe than at the pastel wonderland that is Malley's old-fashioned ice cream parlor in Lakewood? And because I'm not one for subtlety I wore all the pastels.

Damn right, I ate that whole banana split.  What I'm wearing: J. Crew gingham button down shirt from  Avalon Exchange 's $1 sale, thrifted Forever 21 mint lace dress, vintage Mexican opal bracelet, vintage rhinestone necklace, earrings from a clothing swap, Katy Perry for Claire's cat stacking rings, Kay Jewelers  citrine ring , Candies eyeglasses.

Damn right, I ate that whole banana split.

What I'm wearing: J. Crew gingham button down shirt from Avalon Exchange's $1 sale, thrifted Forever 21 mint lace dress, vintage Mexican opal bracelet, vintage rhinestone necklace, earrings from a clothing swap, Katy Perry for Claire's cat stacking rings, Kay Jewelers citrine ring, Candies eyeglasses.

When I said "pastel wonderland," it wasn't hyperbole. Malley's is decorated with delightful Alice in Wonderland murals. This one was giving me bunny ears.  What I'm wearing: Target pink tights and silver oxfords.

When I said "pastel wonderland," it wasn't hyperbole. Malley's is decorated with delightful Alice in Wonderland murals. This one was giving me bunny ears.

What I'm wearing: Target pink tights and silver oxfords.

Flowers! More pastels! A birdhouse and white picket fence! Malley's is the cutest.

Flowers! More pastels! A birdhouse and white picket fence! Malley's is the cutest.

You and me both, Alice. You and me both.

You and me both, Alice. You and me both.

I got an assortment of these in my Easter basket and, holy shitsnacks, are they delicious.

I got an assortment of these in my Easter basket and, holy shitsnacks, are they delicious.

I am incapable of saying the word "bunny" aloud or in my head unless it's in the voice of Behemoth from the Nightmare Before Christmas.

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I had to take this. Obviously.  What I'm wearing: white trench from a clothing swap.

I had to take this. Obviously.

What I'm wearing: white trench from a clothing swap.

A note: I've had a few people ask why I haven't been posting anything for some time. I've just been really busy. I started doing jiu jitsu, I'm training for a half marathon, there were a lot of social events in March, and I've been doing a lot of craft projects and reading. And truthfully, the last thing I want to do after sitting in front of a computer screen all day at work is go home and sit in front of a computer screen.  My personal policy for this blog is quality over quantity. If I don't have time to craft a compelling post, I'm not going to hammer something out just for the sake of posting. Big thanks to those who read this. I really do appreciate it and you!

Ermahgerd* Sprerng!

Cleveland is finally experiencing a bit of a reprieve after a grueling winter that has basically reduced me to Wednesday Addams incarnate — pale, sullen, brooding, contemplating mass murder, I mean  If you count just above-freezing temps and a few rays of light a reprieve. Whatever. I’ll take it.

So in light of, well, more light and warmer temps, I give you two spring trends for the price of one: ‘70s fringe and a pussy bow blouse. (Hey, don’t blame me for the giggle-inducing name.)

What I'm wearing: vintage blouse from a clothing swap, thrifted vintage suede skirt, H&M sweater tights, Target boots and earrings, snake vertebrae necklace,  Baublebar  leather wrap bracelet, thrifted vintage bangle bracelet, homegrown armpit bush.

What I'm wearing: vintage blouse from a clothing swap, thrifted vintage suede skirt, H&M sweater tights, Target boots and earrings, snake vertebrae necklace, Baublebar leather wrap bracelet, thrifted vintage bangle bracelet, homegrown armpit bush.

And in case you're one of the readers who I'm not friends with on facebook (hi guys!) and haven't already seen it a hundred times, I was featured in the Cleveland Plain Dealer's weekly fashion column, Fashion Flash. It was an honor to be nominated and chosen for it, and I had a blast doing the photoshoot, interview and video. Fortunately, I've done a tad bit of modeling for Victoria Stanbridge Photography and have a background in theater, both of which proved useful for posing and ad libbing the video footage. Check it out, if you haven't already!

It is statistically impossible to refrain from shaking it while wearing fringe. Science.

It is statistically impossible to refrain from shaking it while wearing fringe. Science.

I like big bows and I cannot lie.

I like big bows and I cannot lie.

Here's me kicking the shit out of the snow: DIE SNOW DIE!!!

Here's me kicking the shit out of the snow: DIE SNOW DIE!!!

*I realize the Ermahgerd meme is kinda old now. Don't care. YOLO.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

French for "let the good times roll," the phrase is more than apropos for Mardi Gras, one of my favorite holidays (second only to Halloween.) Mardi Gras is basically the biggest, wildest street party ever. And who doesn't love a party? I've been to Mardi Gras twice — both times when I was in high school and my mom conveniently lived in New Orleans.

Dragon float at Mardi Gras

Dragon float at Mardi Gras

And while I'd love to go back now that I'm (far) over 21, I'll have to settle for dressing in the official colors of Fat Tuesday today: purple, gold and green.

Left: Oh, hey! Look, snow! Right: Oh, hey! Look, new hair!   What I'm wearing: thrifted vintage gold striped blouse, H&M skirt, American Apparel  leggings , thrifted Antonio Melani shoes, necklace from Nordstrom Rack.

Left: Oh, hey! Look, snow! Right: Oh, hey! Look, new hair! 

What I'm wearing: thrifted vintage gold striped blouse, H&M skirt, American Apparel leggings, thrifted Antonio Melani shoes, necklace from Nordstrom Rack.

 And here are a few more pics of Mardi Gras mayhem from my travels to N'awlins. Forgive the quality; they're scans of actual photos circa 1998.

My BFF Taryn, myself (look at that hair!), my mom and her boyfriend at the time.

My BFF Taryn, myself (look at that hair!), my mom and her boyfriend at the time.

An amazing costume.

An amazing costume.

I swear no flashing was required to procure that many beads. (I was 16, ya pervs!)

I swear no flashing was required to procure that many beads. (I was 16, ya pervs!)

So young and innocent. Before Mardi Gras corrupted my soul!

So young and innocent. Before Mardi Gras corrupted my soul!

Bourbon Street on Fat Tuesday: beads and boobs.

Bourbon Street on Fat Tuesday: beads and boobs.

Another float and amazing costume.

Another float and amazing costume.