Wednesday.

Hello.

{ssshhh, look what I did. I wore 4th of July colors again}

All I can think about is food today.

Eatin it, cookin it, eatin more.

Hungry.

And…. hello!

The A M A Z I N G Annie of Time Enough for Drums has made me the happiest girl around today.

She featured yours truly for her Fille a la Mode de Juin.

I am over the moon right now.

Thank you so much, Annie.

I mean, you guys- Annie is like- kind of a Goddess.

Swoon.

But I’m still hungry.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Jeggalingadingdongs: American Apparel

Tee/Tunic: Hand-me-down

Cari: Thrifted JCrew

Scarf: Thrifted

Belt: This is what was on my head yesterday!

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And I also wanted to say really quickly that I am sorry for being kind of absent lately.

I have just enough time these days it seems to post in the morning, and then I’m just in the weeds all day with no time to do what I really want to do, which is visit you guys.

Then I get home and we’re just fucking super crazy there, too because we are hosting this weekend.

And somehow party-planning turned into full-blown redecorating/refurnishing.

So just know that I am missing you guys and not being a dick on purpose.

Things will be back to normal soon.

I promise.

Jeffrey, you kill me.

It isn’t yet mid-Summer

and you have me dreaming of

fall’s

boots.

Looks like I accidently blew my Fourth of July load today.

Do you really believe that it was accidental….?

Actually, it was.

But I hate that I always end up pairing this cardigan with white on the bottom.

I

can’t

help

it

.

So these trou are just slightly too big for me.

I wish they were just a little bit bigger so that they sat on my hips and acted like boyfriend pants.

But they don’t.

So they just make me look I’m wearing a diaper.

Especially when seated.

And although I’m not America’s #1 fan, it’s kind of nice to feel a bit patriotic.

I guess.

But as I mentioned, we are hosting for the 4th and I don’t have a proper hostess outfit.

Any ideas?

A dress?

Maybe something similar to this?

I feel like whenever I throw a party, I always end up changing my clothes by then end of the night.

At least I don’t do that at other people’s parties.

So, I need something that is comfortable, sassy, maybe 4th of July-y, and can transition from day to night (think: fireworks).

And I also wanted to give a

great big thank you

to Miss Laura of  OnTheRacks for asking me some awesome questions for her new feature called On The Spot (cute, right?).

She is a seriously stylin’ lady with those gorgeous Cali girl locks that all of us dream of.

I couldn’t be more excited to be her first feature.

Onto the deets!

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Trou: Thrifted

Tank: Target

Cardi: Target

Headwrap: The belt of a Modcloth dress I got for the Holidays.

Duncan is so motherfucking hip.

Monday Shmonday.

Bleh.

Went for the lazy look today.

Feels good.

Although, I did just realize that we are hosting for the Fourth of July and I don’t have an outfit yet!

UH OH.

I just maniacally scoured the internet for like 4 minutes looking the perfect dress.

But I think I have a place to look (in person) first.

So, I’ll let you know.

We don’t have a theme or anything this time.

We thought about Tiki-style for like three seconds when we saw these awesome plastic tiki cups at Target, but promptly changed our minds.

We didn’t even really center around ’4th of July’ either. We got black plastic plates. And black cutlery.

Who knows what it’ll turn into.

But I do know we will see some crazy amazing fireworks!

Oh, and I tried to take a good picture of the newest addition to Bolomania, but the image is hard to see in the first place.

I got this off etsy, from a woman who claimed it came from “the estate of the man who invented the hovercraft.”

It’s a little Kiwi bird.

And after some simple googleresearch, I found out that it is carved into New Zealand Jade. I think. I mean, that makes the most sense, right?

I love it.

AND- how weird is this:

So, I wore this on Father’s Day (the day my dad hooked it up with like FOUR new bolos), and I was telling him the story about how weird this all was re: the bolo and the kiwi and the hovercraft.

Then, he tells me a brief story about this flea market, then he stands up and shows me his new belt buckle he found there.

Guess what’s on it?

A KIWI!

wtf

. ? !

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Trou: Thrifted

Tee: Target

Cardi: Thrifted Target

Bolo: Etsy

Belt: Thrifted

Skin: Pretty much all connected to my face again!!

Oh Friday, I couldn’t be happier to see you.

Although I will say, I usually expect much less from you.

As in: much less chaos.

Leave that for the Mon-Thurs crowds, ok?

And my face is quite unpleasant in these photos.

The sun hurts my new face.

Or the sporadic bits of my face that are new, any way.

And due to my face-off, I wanted to dress very simply and comfortably.

And I did.

And I also wore this shirt earlier this week.

But it has been for a while, and may always will be: my favorite shirt.

And if it’s your favorite, then you can wear it as much as you want.

Those are the rules.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles Twistin’ the Night Away

Shorts: Urban Outfitters

Top: Thrifted

Jacket: Thrifted

Oh, yeah- and I made some promises didn’t I?

Have a seat.

So (roughly) as predicted, I began peeling approximately 1/2 way through yesterday.

It began around my nose and mouth.

This was 1:00 pm.

This was about 4:00 pm.

It’s a fast moving little face I have.

Yuuuuuuuuuuck!

By 9:00 pm, I was a beast.

And I’m looking a bit greasy here because I just put on my Enzyme Masque, which essentially eats all of my dead skin.

Don’t you wish that you could eat it too?

Barf.

And this is literally right now.

It’s looking kind of better because I cut off the big pieces with scissors.

But hey, that’s what they tell you to do, so….

And I’m moving on up!

To the forehead!

My god, this is disgusting.

What a difference between the old yucky skin and the new, pink skin.

My old yucky skin also looks older and yuckier because I have a ton of sunscreen on, and one of my sunscreens is tinted.

Tinted way too dark for me.

But I figure people probably won’t be commenting about the too-dark coverage.

They’ll just be hoping that it isn’t contagious.

Well folks, my baby came prematurely.

And by that I mean that my face started peeling an entire day before it should have.

Which only further confirms just how much I will molt.

I’m itching with excitement.

And also just itching in general.

But look at this great hat I found at the thrift yesterday.

Good lookin’? Yeah

Keepin’ the Sun away from my new skin? Yeah, that too.

Niiiiiice.

Also, I tried on every single belt that I own this morning, trying to find the perfect match.

Mint won.

And thank goodness that a day has passed and I can finally wear my new Seychelles again.

I

am

obsessed.

And for some reason all I’ve wanted to listen to lately are like serious epic ballads.

Think Queen.

I wonder what that means- has there been any research on what denotes your musical taste at any given time?

Like the symbolism of dreams?

Doubt it.

Shoes: Seychelles Twistin’ the Night Away

Skirt: Forever 21

Belt: Thrifted

Blouse: Thrifted

Hat: Thrifted

Bolo: Thrifted

So, yesterday I decided upon an impulsive chemical peel.

Why did I do this?

Who knows.

But what I do know is that I will be peeling something fierce about this time tomorrow.

It starts around the mouth and slowly peels its way to the hairline.

It will be royally disgusting.

But around this time next week, I will have amazing, glowing, porcelain skin.

So take that.

My face is tight like a tiger, though.

And itchy.

Really, really itchy.

And pink.

I’ll try to take pictures when it’s at its worst.

You’ll love it.

I promise.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles (my first pair of Seychelles! Awww….)

Skirt: Forever21

Belt: Thrifted (Yah, I wore it yesterday. So what?)

Button Up: Thrifted

Man, another super busy day.

That is not at all how I prefer to function.

And before we go any further, I want to say that this morning I took a big, fat chunk of inspiration from Miss Christina‘s amazing scarf-wearing ways.

I have pounds of scarves, but kind of just think of them as scarves.

I’m so creative.

But her brilliant mind actually put the scarves to work for her!

I love it, and in a way- she kind of just gave me like a million new shirts.

Thank you, ma’am!

And this is one of my absolute favorites. It is that heavy equestrian style, but they’re wild mushrooms!

Expensive mushrooms, at that!

So bizarre, but very cool.

And nice and thick as to avoid any mishaps.

And I was definitely right about how awesome this belt is.

Not that anyone argued, I guess.

Bottom Up:

Twistin’ the Night Away clogs: Seychelles

Shorts: Thrifted

Belt: Thrifted

Scarf: Thrifted

AND did I mention these:

Aren’t they beautiful?

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Finally! Sorry to tease you so.

On Saturday night, my girlfriend and I went to the opening of Beauty Bar downtown.

I didn’t know it then, but learned that they are actually kind of a Franchise, so you may have one in your town too!

If not, it wasn’t super crazy exciting, so don’t worry.

Don’t get me wrong- we had a blast.

And it coincided with PrideFest, so there was an awesome crowd.

We got silly.

And all the boys loved my pants.

And by boys, I mean gay guys.

Also, I was obviously heavily inspired by David Bowie this night.

It’s also obviously a loose interpretation and not a literal costume.

But the pants and blousey blouse were enough, or else I just would have gotten ridiculous with it.

Esp. ca. Labyrinth. (kind of a maze of sentence. Irrrrronic.)

And I was going to show you a picture of Jareth (a.k.a. Goblin King, a.k.a. David Bowie, a.k.a. Ziggy Stardust), but then I decided that if you don’t know what I’m referencing then shame on you. Go to Blockbuster.

But I did find this, which I have never seen and now I’m obsessed with it:

whoa

Yeah, it blew my mind too.

I mean, here he kind of looks like Eddie Izzard which is odd because I never thought that Eddie Izzard looked liked David Bowie.

And if you don’t know who he is either, shame on you. Go to YouTube.

And the skinny tie just kills me.

But it’s that little split of the lip that has me crazy right now.

Why?

Is he a brute?

Brute Bowie? I just don’t see it.

But it’s that mystery that makes us swoon.

And don’t be shocked when you see me with this haircut.

Oh, David.

{and yes, I have had Dance Magic, Dance stuck in my head since I put those pants on}