Fashion

Hats count as scarves, right?

I have found the love of my life. Or rather, the four loves of my life. And no, none of them are men. (Ah, someday. Although I really hope that when that happens, there’s only one. Four would be a bit much.)

Love number one: This hat. My mom made me this hat, and I. love. it. To death. It is my favorite hat. Although that’s not saying much, because it’s pretty much the only hat I have. I have now put in a request for one in every color of the rainbow.

Love number two: this haircolor. OH my goodness, I love it more and more every time I see it! I think I have definitely found the “me” haircolor!

I’ve had to rethink my makeup choices, though, with the new hair. Which is interesting. Less blush (I generally have a very pink face, but it doesn’t suit this hair to use bright blush any more. Peach is better.), lighter eyeshadows. I rather like the adjustment, so far.

Love number three: orange lipstick. I’ve seen it on other people… well… never in real life, but in the blogosphere and on models in magazines, and  I’ve always wanted to try it but I’ve been too lazy. Why was I so lazy? This lipcolor is FANTASTIC!  And it works surprisingly well with my new hair.

Love  number four– possibly the most loved of all (and do I even need to say it?): owl rainboots. OH. MY. GOODNESS.

Pure joy.

So all in all, this outfit is one of my absolute favorites in a LONG time. I feel like I could go roaming around the countryside, ride a bike down rural lanes, curl up with a good book and a cup of tea… all I need is the right country to do all that in. (Ireland. If you were wondering.)

And speaking of Ireland, I just discovered that I have a regular who is Irish. Accented and all. I didn’t notice until today, because he’s never said much, but he finally asked about my “Ireland Funds” tip jar, and told me he was born and raised in Tipperary.

It’s a little bit ridiculous how giddy I was after he left.

What can I say? Ireland makes me happy.

These boots are so cute I may explode and die.

Also, if this is not what bald  heads and bright lipstick are meant for, then life has no meaning. (Hi, daddy.)

I’m sorry if the highlighted prices is distracting; whatever color the text was, I couldn’t get it to show up well on these pictures. So I had to improvise, and this is what I came up with. It still works, right? Albeit in a slightly more “in your FACE” way.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go eat supper, retrieve a movie from the library, and go to bed. Because I have to get up in… about ten hours.

Ah, the life of a barista.

I hope you are all having a beautiful Monday! (I just typed Wednesday. I swear I really am all here.)