A New Month

Posted on June 2, 2010


I slacked off with posting toward the end of May, for a lot of reasons.  As I mentioned, we had company in town from both coasts so I  didn’t have a photographer for a lot of it.  I was a Boy Time widow.  I get to see my friends all the time, and Daniel doesn’t have close friends locally, so when they get together they have all sorts of catching up to do.

I have also had some health issues recently, I will write more about them when I know more.  The waiting to figure out what is wrong and how to treat it is driving me insane.

This top is from Torrid, probably a year and a half ago.  This is the second time I can remember wearing it.  The other time was with black pinstripe dress pants and I felt all sorts of dowdy looking.  I almost put it in my pile to get rid of a few weeks ago when I cleaned out my closet, but I decided to give it another chance and I’m glad I did.  I like the sleeve length and all of the details.  I tied the neck loosely today (last time I tied it closer to my neck) and I definitely like it better this way.

Don't worry, I don't know what my mouth is doing either.

These jeans are new.  They are by Silver, and were an incredible deal ($29.99 on sale from $80) at Torrid, and the sales girls said they made my butt look good, so I bought them.  I have an irrational hatred for jeans with light washes, whiskers, fading, or destructed details.  They (like shorts) are fantastic for other people but I don’t think they are a good fit for me, usually because the whiskers and fades hit right at the tops of my thighs which is where I would prefer to draw attention away from, instead of being like “Hey, what’s up whisker-hips?”  The sales girls told me that if I really hated them, I could dye them with RIT Indigo, but my fear of ruining my washing machine with dye is even bigger (though I think far less irrational) than my fear of faded denim.  They were so inexpensive that I decided I could give them a try.  I said that I would likely wear them with a fancy top and heels to dress them up a little.

I love them more than there are words to describe.

Obviously, these aren’t heels, but I thought they were enough to distract from the faded denim.  These are from the same Old Navy trip years ago that resulted in my casino carpet shoes.  Really any trip to Old Navy would have been years ago, I can’t remember the last time I went to one.  Back to the shoes though, I will cry my eyes out the day they can no longer be worn.  They are already on limited rotation in order to help protect their life span.