Friday, January 27, 2012

Small Town High

I love  Though a bit of a rocky start, this small towns charm has been reassuringly singing to me soft charming songs of its devotion.  I am really really happy here.  Still the draw of the big city will always be somewhere in my heart for one simple shallow reason...  In a small town one has fewer opportunities to get dolled up like a fashionable man repelling god, for absolutely no reason.  Thus turning an otherwise blah Saturday into a street show sidewalk catwalk with like minded friends in tow and an asskicking bass line in your head that could impress a Japanese hipster.  Now I know that I could continue every weekend to put on my furs and frills, decorating myself in layers of floral and flannel.  I am just getting a bit complacent in my dressing, because I am well the ONLY person I know who does this.  Yes I am not and will not count the college girls I see dressed up in slutty tin foil.  Just because your dress was twice as much as everything I have on combined, and you are in a shinny strapless mini-dress while it is 20 degrees outside, does not mean you have figured out how to dress yourself yet.  I am not hating on these poor girls because we all have our fashion history to not repeat.  Also I do not even hang out in same establishments as these little "ladies" so even if I did consider them as fashionable I would still not find in them a fellow catwalker (not a real word).  This is why I am super excited about two things.  One it is Prom season here in Bellingham!  I am not delusional.  I know I am not in high school, and I will not be attending the prom.  I also know that if the college girls can not dress themselves how the hell and I suppose to have any faith in the high school ones!?  I can not assume all the girls here are going to also try and convince their date to dress up as Elvis and you as Priscilla in conjunction with with the oh so terrible Vegas nights themed, gold balloon laced ball.  He would not do it by the way.  I am still disappointed about that.  I would have rocked this hair!
So now I know this is a long shot, but I walk past the formal dress shop everyday and I just started thinking.  I can use the prom as an excuse to dress up.  Like new years, my birthday, Valentines day, flag day, a leap year, and Sunday funday I have another excuse to get dolled up like an over dressed Thanksgiving turkey and parade my round decorated ass through town.  Now I just need an equally overdressed, and willing to dance the night away date.  Yes I want a flower to wear around my wrist or to pin in my hair.  Even better if I can conjure up a fleet of overage dancing fools to join me on my prom night parade.  So lets think about this because I giving PLENTY of notice.  April or May?  I am serious.

Ok moving on to the second reason for my excitement.  I already have my fashion radar around this event.  Here are a few little ideas/obsessions
First off: Bright Orange Lipstick
Now with my disappointing inability to take pictures for this blog I am having to use the internets to help me with visuals.  Know this, I have bought this, and worn it, and it is beyond amazing.   
Orange Inspiration 

Starting at the top and working down.  I feel like a top hat is desperately needed in my near future.  

Inspiration #1

Inspiration #2

Oh yes Inspiration #3
"Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?"

The final project 

Now working our way to the gold wrapping paper.  Also a little long hair companion never hurt  

I am not too old for this glorious fringe and gold top.  Am I?  Add orange lips/top with hat and voila 

I am torn here in this last step.  Get

 So why all the planning?  What reason could I possibly have to wear such impressive folly?  Well my better half and fellow showstopper will be joining me on the streets of Seattle for a Valentines date extraordinaire.  Laurika, Dr Dog, Seattle, and  man repelling attire=two women who separated at birth, will be reunited for a week that I have been waiting for since I moved here!  Lassie I can not wait to see your face!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The snow must go on...

"Oh my god!  So this must be the first time you have ever seen real snow?!"
Oh my god!  So you must think that I only have come in contact with a more recreational form of "snow" being from Dallas and all.  Seriously I know Bellingham is but a small town of simple folk, but if I get asked this again I will mentally drop kick your face  (what type of threat were you expecting from a yogi?).  And!  So I do not have to clarify this later 1. Mom I have seen "snow" countless times but no I am not a fan of sledding  2.  My drug terms are probably laughably incorrect and 3.  I do not really think that the people here are simple, smelly but not simple.  Now I will say that I have seen a fair amount of snow before moving here, but I have yet to experience a real winter.  Never on my bucket list, but I can cross this off of the what do those poor poor people in the mountains do when it gets super shitty cold list!?  This is what winter really feels like.  I am so unprepared.  I walked around downtown last night in canvas vans.  My feet were not wet when I got home.  No no they were frozen.  They got wet when I stepped in an icy puddle, then the water froze before I reached home.  Today I pulled out my best attempt at snow shoes.  Really bad knock off doc martin 90's style boots that are so heavy my feet keep falling asleep.  Oh and I am wearing red flannel, thinking about putting on brown lipstick, walking down to the local video store, and renting Reality Bites so I can swoon over Ethan Hawke.  I know also that I have completely disregarded mentioning any of my holiday adventures.  I let the moments pass where I should have written any sort of recap, and so now I am going to just continue on with current events.  I will say that my holidays were full of what I wanted more than any furry vest, the people that I love and care for most.  Still I was happy to return to Washington, weather aside, and continue on with the path I am discovering here.  The new year has brought me a laundry list of new challenges.  All of this stylish laundry of course.  The next few months are filled with intense circus training, yoga competitions, visits from friends, deepening gratitude, and attempting forgiveness.  I hope to do it and myself justice.  All as long as my heater continues to work!
Note that this was taken from inside through a window because it is 11 degrees outside

Texas snow shoes

The snow shoes I wish I had

The snow shoes I should wish I had

Grandma knows how to stay warm

This is what I wish I could be wearing right now
This was the weather exactly this day last week and I would like this back please

Saturday, January 7, 2012

January was a total Gentleman last night

Today I would love to point out that I am writing this blog on a Saturday at eleven am.  This is right before I go and get a pedicure (gift from my boss for Christmas) followed by a yoga class and then practicing at the circus. Le sigh life is so hard...  I bring attention to this day of the week because usually I would be at work slinging eggs for demanding hungover college kids, or if I was still in Texas all of my demanding hungover friends.  I have long been tied to the velvet handcuffs of the service industry.  I can not discount the fact that I paid my way through college getting people drunk, and it is how I met most of my bedazzled ex boyfriends.  We have had many fun times and many times I can not remember.  I have learned many things from being a waitress the main one is that I am not a fan of being a waitress.  Eight years in college, one degree in fashion, yoga teacher training, wardrobe styling gig, a giant move to Washington, one year to go before turning 30, and FINALLY I am able to say a semi farewell to the how would you like your burger cooked lifestyle.  I say semi because I am going to keep one Sunday brunch shift a week as I transition into the paycheck every other week, what is a budget, and no I do not have any cash to pay this bands cover charge, people actually do use ATMs mentality.  As of last week I am officially teaching what I truly love full time! (I have only been teaching part time if you need a recap)  Oh but wait it gets better.  I work Mon-Fri cough cough COME AGAIN!  Yes folks not only that but being a small town and smaller studio there is no such thing as a 5am yoga class nor any classes after 7pm.  I have what you might call hit the yoga studio jackpot.  I love the students, I love my fellow teachers, and wish I could just sit with my boss and his amazing wife for hours to soak up every beautiful word they speak.  They do not read this so this is not me kissing ass.  I genuinely have a deep appreciation for the opportunity that I have been given here.  I have worked so so so hard most of my short life to find something I could do with honesty as an extension of myself.  What I do and who I am are now connected.  I love that both myself and my career have reached a point where we can grow up and evolve together.  It is a cool feeling kids.  It will still be hard work but my heart is 100% invested.  2012 is one week in and I have fallen deeply for its opening line.  I can only hope that this year will continue to woo me, and since my dating life is a stand up comedy act I am asking for 2012 to continue to take me to dinner.
Here is a preview of my Texas Christmas attire and New Years Eve fluff which will come in another blog this week...Yee Haw