A few things...

Here's a few things running through my noggin that I figured I could rattle off here on this lovely Wednesday morning-

1. Jack has officially entered the "terrible two's" and is rocking or house like a hurricane. In the worst ways. Sometimes I wonder if mothers experience toddler induced post-traumatic stress disorder. It starts early in the morning and ends at bedtime once white flags have been raised and cocktails have been poured for the adults.

Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?

They say it gets worse once they hit three. If I find this to be true I'll be changing this blog into "How Xanax Saved My Life: My Toddler Years".

2. I'm posting my One Word post later, as Jack is currently awake and thriving off all my hard earned (read: three cups of coffee) energy.

3. I'll be packing for Mexico next week but before that I'd love your input on what I should bring. I'll be posting possible outfit pics so I can have all your inputs on what I should and shouldn't ("guuuurl uhuh") bring. It'll sorta be like a mini-fashion week.

4. I have this video of a friend I've made along 4th Avenue (we get a lot of really cool street performers around there). He goes by Ukulele Catfish Kieth and he's probably one of my favorite people because he has the wonderful talent of just making you smile. I try to visit him when he performs as often as I can. He even gave me my very own kazoo. So here you go-



The mic he uses gives him this really cool vintage sound(is that a thing?) quality. I have a video of him doing "Ring Of Fire", but since Blogger takes for.ev.er to load, I'll save it for another day. Perhaps for a Johnny Cash related post as I spent about an hour yesterday, for whatever reason, finding cool pics of him.

For somebody who is lactose challenged I sure am cheesy.

One Word and outfits to follow.

One word

A friend of mine posted up a link on Facebook that really got the brain juices flowing. It's so simple, yet genius.

http://www.oneword.com/

The premise is that everyday they supply you with one word that you must write about for sixty seconds, just writing whatever floats through your mind.

I'm going to try and do this every day (maybe every other day depending) in an effort to get back to the poetry I used to write. Feel free to join me! I'd absolutely LOVE to see your writing be it in my comments or on your blog. Let's all have a wordgy!

See me tomorrow for our first word (or go read other's takes on them at the aforementioned site).

Cute shit

I haven't been in a huge writing mood the last few days. This weekend was relentless with disappointments (no rest for the weary, that's for damn sure) so I've been drowning myself in trivial, cute nonsense. Internet window shopping, a copious amount of popsicles (I'm officially addicted to Dreyer's Fruit Bars), music and watching Jack dance and sing the chorus of "Sugar Town". I've had about six cups of my morning green tea/Tazo passion tea blend and I'm starting to feel slightly more bright eyed enough to work out and achieve a more lustery bushy tail. So I leave you with cute stuff that I've found on my many internet surfing adventures-

Part 1- Shoes Betch!





I want those for Mexico so bad!

Ideally, I'd have these in my closet. But at $2,100 (yep, that isn't a typo folks) I need to be...not broke.

Part 2- Clothes!






Part 3- Music Videos!








That is all.

On a temperate morning-

There will still be polka dots...

I decided to take pictures today. Because I woke up and the sun wouldn't quit. The flowers still bloomed. And though I had loved ones far away, I kept them in my mind and focused on the day in front of me. One that offered promise, light and lots and lots of tiny chocolate eggs. I wish you all a wonderful Easter as well.





Outfit Details
Dress, boots and shorts (under the dress)- Thrifted, Buffalo Exchange
Necklace- One of the many treasures my grandmother has lovingly bestowed upon me.




Jack wears- t-shirt, shorts and shoes- Target (I don't know what I'd do without Target...)

It's been a great week sharing outfits, blogs, etc with everybody who participated. And a huge thank you to Emery for hosting. Here's to a round three in the summer!

And indeed there will be time...

I haven't posted an outfit entry in two days. I have been too caught up in life and waiting for the next tide to change. Last night a friend asked me out for an evening of drinks, music and general merriment. I accepted because I'm trying to say "yes" more in my life. I'm trying to not make up excuses that only result in my spending another evening watching trash t.v., overindulging my comfort food addiction and continuing to draw a circle of social isolation, something that usually results in alienation and consequently depression. So I went out. I drank a few drinks and tried in vain to eat some ill fated Mexican food afterward that left me nauseous and languid for the remainder of today. I didn't get dressed. I didn't even take off my creasing make-up, liquid liner exaggerating my already weary eyes. There was no fashion to be had today. Not even a smidgen. Unless heroin chic is back again (I don't do or condone heroin, I merely looked the part in the wee hours of the morning).
We ran errands today and took Jack to the park despite my body screaming at me to crawl back in bed. I refuse to rob him of a good weekend due to my decisions in alcohol and bad food. There is laundry to be done. Dishes to be loaded. And I'm in a very touchy mood. I cried at "Lost In Translation" the other day despite having seen it countless times. I cried at "The Royal Tenenbaums". I cried at the minute of preview for "The Blindside" that came before "Where The Wild Things Are" with which I cried some more.
And then my mom called me this evening. Her ex-boyfriend's dad had passed away. Her relationship with the aforementioned ex became "ex" status only shortly ago. He had been a part of my life, albeit an extra in the cast of my life, for the last four years or so. I had met his father and mother countless times, they even helped throw my baby shower and were there at my bedside during Jack's birth. They are all around good people and I felt horrible at the news my mother had told me through broken sentences, punctuated with tears.
I want to cry. But I know as soon as I allow myself I will be all too consumed by it. Because listening to my mother on the phone, I knew exactly how she felt. I traced my mind back to the day I sobbed into my parent's arms over the death of MY ex-boyfriend's father, my senior year of high school. It was a grief I found myself inexplicably overwhelmed by. I had only met my ex's father a handful of times, but I thoroughly enjoyed each and every encounter. His love of music, enthusiasm and life suddenly vanished. I saw the confusion, insurmountable grief, physical exhaustion of everyone in the room the day of the funeral. It shook me to my core. I'm still shaking.
I shake with the holding back of emotion. The perpetual emotions of a woman who loves everyone too much. Who's heart still fractures even though I have dry walled the hell out of it's cracks, painted over the creases. A woman who hides behind punchlines and stories hoping the welling up of my eyes goes unnoticed. "Please, excuse me".
And so, despite wanting to post pictures of outfits, get lost in aesthtics, I don't have it in me. I cannot contemplate polka dots when my brain aches with past, presents and the ever unknown future. I will swaddle myself in comfort and catharsis. It may not be fashionable, but for now it's in season.

Thursday- Fake Plastic Trees

Thursday will be a twofor. I hadn't planned on wearing this, but the husband suggested a morning hike and I figured it would be a good idea since a tired toddle=longer nap.

So here's my first outfit today (no real theme here)-



And a bit of detail-


"We are not scaremongering, this is really happening."

I'm a huge Radiohead fan and this shirt has seen better days. You can't tell with the cardigan on but the back, at the collar where the tag is, it is tearing, there are snags in various places but I refuse to get rid of it. It's seen the start of a relationship (and eventual marriage), it's covered me in my pregnancy and various stages of growth (I think I had to retire it around 7 months when I took on the figure of someone who had inexplicably swallowed a small deer). I love it.

Outfit Details-
Shirt and shorts- thrifted, Buffalo Exchange
Cardigan-Target
Shoes- high school throwbacks.
Necklace- thrifted (it's my favorite piece of jewelry I own, well, at least it places very high up there, I wear it all the time).
Sunglasses- Old Navy

Jack wears-
Batman t-shirt, jeans and shoes from Target.

I'll be posting later with the outfit I had planned on and it's theme.

*Author's note-
I was going to do a second outfit this evening but my back has been in a knotted ball of pain since Tuesday. I just want to take some ibuprofen, watch a good movie and eat this incredible brie filled pasta and look at your lovely outfits! I'll post the aforementioned outfit manana.