Wednesday, September 30, 2015


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"Ignorance is bliss. I'm a happy idiot" - TV on the Radio

I've been sitting on these pics for a month now. I figured I'd better go ahead and post them because Winter is coming, and I'll look like a damn idiot in a tank top and sandals. Also, I haven't posted anything this month, so today is my last chance.

I've been kinda pissed at the Internet lately. The sheer amount of misinformation I see on it on a daily basis is mind boggling. For instance, there's been a graphic going around Facebook since the beginning of September that says, "Remember clocks go ahead 1 hour next Sunday. Please Share." No, mindless zombies, please do NOT share. Daylight savings isn't until November 1. There's a thing called Google. Use it. The more you know ~~~*

The worst, though, is all the political misinformation all up in my damn news feed. "News" feed my ass. It should be called Lies Feed. I'm no fan of politics, but damn if I don't have a hard time sitting idly by while some idiot goes on a rant about a politician based on pure fiction. If the quote seems unbelievable then it probably is, except if it's by Donald Trump, then it's most definitely true.  

Speaking of Trump, what in the ever loving fuck is wrong with people? More and more of my Facebook peeps are coming out in favor of that dumb ass. I actually had someone like and share an article on my feed yesterday about his stance on climate change. The following quote by the Trumpster is sadly legitimate:

"I'm not a believer in climate change. It's called weather changes and you have storm and you have rain and you have beautiful days. Look, it's weather. We have bad floods. I can't watch the evening news anymore. Every time you turn on the evening news, they show there's a big rain storm, there's a tornado, there's this. I mean, you can't watch the news anymore. And so it's weather, and it's been that way for so long. I believe in clean air, immaculate air. I believe in clean water, all of those things, but I don't think we can destroy our country."

Da fuck did I just read?!? Stop the world, I want to get off. I feel like I'm living in some alternate universe where fiction is fact and fact is fiction. It's pretty comical until you look at the poll numbers and start considering that this douche canoe could actually become President. When you think about the stakes involved if that happens, ignorance is no longer bliss. Ignorance is we're all fucked.

*Opinions stated here are just that - opinions of a cranky, old fat lady. No need to get your political panties in a wad. I have no desire to debate politics in the comments. However, I am down with continued bashing of Trump. Good day. The Mgmt.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Friday, August 28, 2015

Darth Vader Dress

Shoes: Latigo Zaca Heels

"So let it fall and watch it break into shards of light and gold. A perfect end...cascading." - Atlas Genius

Another day, another bralette. This one's even color coordinated. Again, a dress that would not have been possible for me without it. This bralette is actually the most supportive one I've bought. It's classified under sports bras on Free People's website, but let me assure you, it's a bralette. I'd probably put an eye out if I wore this as a sports bra. Of course, I would actually have to exercise to do that and that's not gonna happen...

My kids were so fascinated with this dress. I don't think I ever recall them noticing an article of my clothing as much as this one. My little girl kept touching the back of it as I walked and asking, "Mommy, why is your dress so flowly?!?" My boys dubbed it my Darth Vader Dress because it reminded them of the movement of Vader's cape as he stomps around the Death Star barking out orders and dealing out death via the Force. Yep, sounds just like my parenting style. How fitting.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Side Boob

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Earrings: Anthropologie

"We talked of your clothing..." - Albert Hammond Jr.

Ah, middle age - that glorious time in your life when you are desperately clinging to the shell of your youthful self but you feel the cold, hard clutches of old age tugging harder with each passing day. During these volatile times, it can be difficult to determine what is appropriate attire to put on your aging body. Quite simply, you just can't pull off many of the things that you could in your youth, but your brain seems to take a much longer time to catch up to this fact than your body. What is any self-respecting middle-ager to do? My opinion - Rock the shit out of whatever makes you feel good!

I guess I'm on my like 3rd mid-life crisis, because at this age that's what it's called when you do anything other than what society expects of you. So, what have I done this time? Nothing quite as shocking as I've done in the past...I've been shopping a lot at Free People lately. Yes, the store that one of my friends referred to as "that store that sells overpriced crap made in China ." What's worse, though, is that I have purchased several bralettes. Yes, bralettes. You know, those lesser-than bra like contraptions that offer absolutely no support but don't make you feel like your chest has been in a vice all day. Yeah, those. And I have been actually wearing them out of the house and even to (get your smelling salts) work...dun, dun, duuuun. 

You see, I've always perused through my local Free People store and sighed while looking at all the cute little bralettes with their pretty little lace and sexy crisscrossing straps, knowing that my D cup self would never be able to pull them off. I just wrote them off without ever trying them on. Then, a few months ago, I was in a Free People store and fell in love with a top. The only problem was this top could not be worn with a conventional bra. I was showing Jerry my dilemma and getting ready to walk back to the dressing room to take it off and hang it back up when the sales associate said, "That looks really nice on you." I said, "Yeah, but I can't wear a bra with it." She looked at me and pointed to the bralette she was wearing and said, "You don't have one of these." I said, "No," feeling like I was not a part of some exclusive club, "my boobs are too big for those." She replied, "I have friends who are D cups who wear these all the time. Let me get you one to try." I reluctantly said OK, knowing full well that it was going to be a disaster.

She brought me one of the lacey ones in a size M. Bless her heart. I immediately told her I was going to need the XL. She came back with the larger size, and once I got it on, I immediately loved it. It was so comfortable, and so sexy, but who am I kidding? I'm too old to be going around showing my bra. I decided to venture out and show it to Jerry, and well, that sealed the deal. He now thinks bralettes are the greatest thing since sliced bread. I figured if I like it and my man likes it then who the hell cares what everyone else thinks, so I bought it and the top.

For a few weeks, I had just the one bralette and was wearing it quite a bit, so I decided to order a couple more with the cute straps. I'm not gonna lie, these do not offer as much support as the lacy halter style, but when worn under loose fitting tops and dresses, they work just fine for my taste. That's the key for me. I have to wear the bralettes under really loose fitting, tent-like items. They totally don't work under tight fitting tops.

So, that brings us to today's outfit. I bought this dress several weeks after purchasing that first lacey bralette. It goes great under this dress, and I would have never been able to pull off this dress without it. It's a whole new age inappropriate world, people! I must say, though, that this particular dress shows a little more side boob than I'm completely comfortable with, so I put a cardigan over this outfit for work. However, once I stepped out of the office building, I ditched the cardigan and let my middle age freak flag fly. A little side boob never hurt nobody.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Little Miss Sunshine

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Top: Anthropologie Seamed Scoopneck

"This is for the ones who stand, for the ones who try again, for the ones who need a hand, for the ones who think they can." - Greg Laswell

It's been awhile since I've written on here, but I think I've found my voice again. Nothing like a negative life experience to get the ole' writing juices flowing again... Ever hear the expression, "He looks like he just lost his best friend?" Well, I literally just did. My best friend decided she didn't want to be friends with the likes of me anymore. Apparently, I did the one thing that she couldn't handle after all these years - I stood up for myself.

I'm starting to learn a hard lesson after my 38 years on this earth - nice guys finish last. I know, I know. It's such a cliché' pessimistic statement, but I'm telling you, I'm finding it to be all too true. Before you start tearing down my argument, I should clarify that I'm not saying you shouldn't be a nice person, just that nice people don't usually get ahead in life. Also, by "nice person," I mean someone who is a people-pleaser. Someone who gives a lot of thought and time to what other people think about them to the extent that they will overextend themselves or inconvenience themselves to make other people happy.

For more than half of my life, I was a people-pleaser, with my own mother being the Queen Bee of the hive of people I sought to appease. My worth in life was in direct correlation with people's approval of me. Then, at the ripe old age of 33, I said my very first "fuck you" to those people and followed my heart instead of everyone else's wishes. Damn if that didn't set off a shit storm... It was a doozy of a first rebellion, though, so I thought to myself, "It'll go better next time." Not so much.

This new me - people don't like her. She's a selfish bitch for wanting to be treated fairly, for wanting to do things for (gasp) herself. The funny thing is these same people have other friends, friends who treat them horribly, who they have no problem with at all. These friends can do no wrong. In fact, they seem to love them more for it. What's up with that?

I think we set precedents for ourselves. People who have always stood up for themselves and don't put up with people's shit, they seem to be more respected by the general population than those who are constantly dancing around trying to please people. And those of us who were former people-pleasers but have finally decided to start standing up for ourselves? Well, we've got it worst of all. We have set a precedent with the people in our lives that we are the ones who will put up with their shit with a smile on our faces, so when we finally decide to call them out on it, we are no longer valuable to them. They drop us like a hot potato and don't look back.

The bright side is that it's never too late to start again. For every person who doesn't appreciate this new, bolder you, there is a person out there who will. But most importantly - you respect yourself now. No more Little Miss Sunshine! If I've got to blow sunshine up someone's ass in order for them to be my friend, well then, they were never really my friend anyway.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Madam Dragonfly

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Dress: Anthropologie Lola Cocoon Tunic
Sandals: Schutz Bilquis Flat Gladiator Sandal
Necklace: Anthropologie (old)
Bracelet: Free People Mantra Beaded Bracelets

"Your sundress was riding up...beneath the wasp nest, laying in the field that day." - Foreign Tongues 

Monday, July 13, 2015

Reining In Roper

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"I've seen girls younger than me so sure of what they want... And I'm slo-mo for awhile. And I was sure enough for awhile." - Widowspeak