Out of Season

Seeing as this blog has turned into somewhat of a gongshow it seems only right to post pictures from when I was mid-Whole30 about, oh, 2 months ago.  WHAT IN THE WORLD? And what's Whole30 you may be asking yourself? A sugarless story that left me 12lbs lighter for another time.

Well I did tell you I lost the camera, right?

With that in mind I bring you sequins in early spring with a side of tossed salad hairdo.  It all started when I spotted a new neighbor. Okay so I haven't actually seen the neighbor, just the neighbor's ride.  And if you're following me on Pinterest or the other various social networking sites then you know this is DREAM RIDE TERRITORY UP IN HERE.

Checking to see if the coast was clear, I sidled up to Exhibit A. 

Which, in my perfect world, would be turquoise and have a surfboard hanging out the back.

And fuzzy seats, sherpa fuzzy seats. And a rainbow rug. I'll stop with the clichés now.

Another neighbor down the street emerged from his garage with a WTF are you doing

in front of that beater in your shiny sweater young lady?

And no my teeth are not yellow we just don't know how to work the camera.

Word.

Aaaaaand then I almost met the owner of this thing before scurrying off into our pal's garage.

Beach living, folks. Here you have it.

What Goes Around Comes Around

Last week I got serious about getting rid of some stuff and started a pretty significant purge.  It's not entirely over, but is definitely underway.  As I was sorting through clothes I came across a few pieces saved from my early days at Gap in the 90's.  Man those were the days: leather pants, tencel-blend skirts and dresses, and the best basic jeans and t's. I wish I would have saved a few more things because I had quite the arsenal back in the day. Employee discount anyone?

This red tank dress has travelled with me from Canada for the past 15 years. It was one of my all-time favorites from a summer collection Gap did not long before I left, and I've never been able to part with it.  Sunday was super warm and we were heading to the flea market, so I took a chance and slipped the dress on over a little tank top. Holy mother of pearl this baby still fits! God bless the inventors of the Whole 30. And the hoarder in me.

~Dress: Old school Gap, Vest: M2F, Booties: Joie, 

Jewelry: Vanessa Mooney, Bag: Brandy & Melville~

Rifling through the fake LV's to get to the vintage crossbody bags. 

Eye of the Tiger after spotting the coolest vintage table for my kitchen or herb garden.

Woot! Will post some pics after I get it situated.

In the meantime, sweet dress right??

And why didn't I buy more than one pair of these boots last year?

Documentation

Let the record show that I do dress up from time to time.

As longtime readers know, suits give me hives.  Yesterday was 'big meeting day' aka a time when I have to get out of my pajamas and venture into the real world (in the daylight hours nonetheless) wearing something other than denim shorts or ripped up jeans.  Last weekend was a bad rendition of me chanting 'what to wear, WHAT TO WEAR?!' I refuse to buy things that will be one timers.  How to make a good first impression, but also stay true to who I am?

Solution: Tucker Dress (another fave print), Seersucker Blazer (don't despair if you don't see online, it's still in-store) and Louboutin Booties.

A hint of the inner bohemian masked by  blazer. Win-win.