I feel like a Technicolor cowgirl. Y’all.

Details: Top ($4) and skirt($5), thrifted; Shoes(under $10), Target; Belt and jewelry, gift/inherited.
Approximate outfit cost: $19 

 Seriously. I am so colorful today. And… sort of… southern ish. I think it’s the belt.

Also, if I had worn a belt around my hips like this a few months ago, I’d have been extremely self-conscious. But today? well, it’s the first time I’ve ever worn something at my hips and NOT felt chubby and smooshy and fat. I don’t know if you even care, but it’s nice to not feel like the belt is drawing attention to ginormous hips.

This belt belonged to my grandpa. I snagged it recently when mom brought home a bunch of stuff my grandma was getting rid of; it was meant for my dad, but I don’t think it would fit him. 😀 So it’s mine now. And I love it muchly. I’ve been needing a belt that would fit my hips and not my waist. (Hah, it’s kind of hilarious how many inches are left between the end of the belt and the buckle when I try to fit my other belts around my hips.)

I love this bracelet– it was a birthday present from grandma, and it goes perfectly with the ring I stole from my mom. (hehe, because it doesn’t fit her; it was hers in seventh grade. I wear it every day, and it feels weird when I don’t have it on.)

So I got a little kooky with some of the pictures, because I felt so darn southern. This one is the worst:

Yeah. I don’t even know.

Someone commented on my Saturday’s Fashion post about how it’s pretty gutsy to put up pictures of outfits that don’t work on me…and I was just like… uh… you haven’t been around for long, have you? 😀 I mean, I post pictures of myself being an idiot, so… it’s safe to say I really don’t care too much what people think. So long as it makes them laugh. And you should all know that I’m pretty much a dork anyway, from posts like this one.

But let’s not focus on how I like to make a fool of myself, shall we?

I’ve been writing today! It’s so frustrating!

Not because I’ve been writing, but  because the weather is temptingly sunny, and I can’t see my laptop’s screen when I sit outside. So it’s either sit in here with the window open and write, or go outside and… not write. I hate it when I have to make these kinds of decisions.

And, obviously, I’ve chosen to sit inside and write. Although I may go for a walk soon. I mean, how could anyone resist going outside when this is what the window presents?

Darn the sunshine and my inspiration for coming out at the same time.

Also, I have finally found flowers that do not kill me dead:

I can smell them all I want, and I won’t die. It’s lovely.

Well! I’m off to take a walk, and then to write some more. (I’m working on My Beloved, if you’re curious.) And also to make some lunch, because I’m suddenly starving. Could have to do with the fact that I didn’t eat breakfast. *ahem* But that’s a secret, so don’t tell anyone.

Have a beautiful Tuesday!

I couldn’t think of a good title. So I made faces instead.

It is a beautiful day out today! The sun is glorious and warm, there are flowers blooming, and I could go sit outside all day. And get very sunburnt.

But as it so happens, I’m feeling inspired to write today, so no sitting outside. Plus, I’d rather not get a sunburn– or a tan, for that matter. So instead of a fashion post or something random and written, here are a few pictures of the day. Taken, of course, by yours truly. (Which is me. I mean, who else in your world could possibly be yours truly?)

Look at the little mushroom I found!

He’s so teeny and adorable!

I’m off to write.

Oh, by the way, let me introduce you to the face people often mistake for an 18-year-old girl (aka mostly makeupless me):

Because this post wouldn’t have been complete without my face.

(fun fact: as soon as I typed that, I snorted. Like  a pig. Yeah. Because I’m mature like that.)

And yes, I am cheating on my 30 for 30. It’s sunny out. I  had to wear my favorite summer dress.


My closet is cooler than yours.

So! Better pictures of my new closet. Be jealous at how amazing it is.

I love that there is a spot for everything. Shoes, jewelry, clothes, laundry hamper… even the cat’s litter box (she lives in my room. And I have to admit, that may be one of my favorite parts. It’s much easier to access and clean now. Before, it was back in a corner and  blocked by a little side table.)

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A look into the past

I’ve been scrolling through tons of pictures from three or four years ago and going down memory lane. I wanted to share with you a couple of my favorites. All taken by yours truly.

Bullet, the beautiful and loving outside cat… who inspired this poem.

An accidental photo… that I think is actually quite nice.

This was in 2008. The year of amazing snow.

This…  I think was on our way  home from… New Mexico?

I miss the windmill.

My brother… the… model? Hmmm.

Well, that’s it for now! I’m off to work.




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Books, skulls, and cats.

You know, Wednesday should be Writing day. Because… y’know. WW. And then it could be Wednesday’s Weekly Writing Challenge. WWWC. Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?

Okay. Nevermind.

Not to bring a bit of depression to this ramble, but it has been exactly one week and a day since my nephew’s stillbirth.  I really don’t know what else to call that day- it wasn’t exactly the day of his birth OR his death. But it feels like it’s been forever since December 28th, and I don’t know if this has to do with the high emotions of the day or that it’s already a new year. It does help to realize that my nephew died last year. It separates the sadness from the mourning.

I don’t even know if that makes sense.

Off of the sad subject.

I completely rearranged and organized my room this week. It took about two days, which is no surprise because my room was such a tornado that I was standing on my chair to get a non-messy picture of my daily outfits.

I never realized how many amazing and beautiful books I have. I found this one:

Which, on the inside of the cover, says “Carl Redlich, from Chas. H. Plass, Christmas 1918.”

I also found a Student’s Cambridge Edition of Tennyson’s Poetical Works that dates from 1898, a collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories that belonged to my grandmother (who’ll be 88 this year) before she was married, and a bunch of old photo-history National Geographic booklets that date between 1922 and 1956.  I’ll probably have pictures of them all in Friday’s My-Week-in-Photos post.

I also didn’t realize how many books I have- and I don’t even have them all out.

There are these:

And these:

And this pile:

And a pile beside my chair:

And some real pretty ones on my desk:

And those booklets I was talking about, also on my desk:

Oh, and we can’t forget the other ones on my windowsill:

And that’s not even all of them.

By the way, Yorick says hi.

He and Hamlet have been hanging out a lot lately.  Making fun of Romeo and Juliet and threating to hasten their deaths if they don’t quit being so sappy.

I’m ashamed to say I haven’t even read half of the books that I own. Yes, I did just buy most of them because they were pretty. (Also, most of them are from thrift stores.) The coolest book I own is most definitely that Twentieth Century Home Cook Book. It’s got everything from how to make squirrel  soup to how to decorate your home to the rules of etiquette for wearing gloves.  Pretty much awesome. It’s from 1906. My dad found it in a house he was renovating.

Well, I think that’s about it.

My cat, as always, says something along the lines of  “Go away, I’m sleeping.”


That, or she may be saying “I will kill you in your sleep.”

But I can’t be too sure.

Oh! I almost forgot! I randomly found this book at the library, and it will be my next book review. I cannot WAIT to start reading!

Isn’t the cover AMAZING? *squeeeeeeee*!!! Okay. I’m just… it’s Mr. Darcy. As a vampire. It’s gonna be good.


So… now that my room is clean, I can be a normal person and stand on my floor to take the picture. Only not, because my desk is slightly too close to catch the top of my head in the frame, so I’m still posing like a weirdo. I don’t really want my head to be cut off.

And I went against all rules of winter clothing and wore a summer dress today. I don’t care what people say. 😀

Also, I found this at the antique store before Christmas.

It’s a vintage nightgown… that I’m afraid to put anywhere in my room because I don’t want my cat to snag it. And I’ll probably never wear it. It’s too pretty. It’ll probably become a decoration on one of my walls.

Is that weird?