I Haz The Bored.

Sometimes I like to build outfits around a certain key piece- shoes, a top, a bag, whatever. Most of the time I don't (there is no method to my madness here, sadly- I just throw on whatever, pump my fists into the air, and think, "YESSS! THAT'S THE TICKET!!" even if it's...um, not the ticket at all) but occasionally an idea will pop into my head and I will try my darndest to work with it.

I am from a sparsely-populated Midwestern state that boasts A Palace Made of Corn and Tom Brokaw as its greatest achievements, after all. I spend 21 years of my life not on the up and up. I'm slowly getting there, but sloooowly.

So I've had these L.A.M.B. Mitaka gray pumps for awhile, and admittedly they've just been sitting pretty on my shelves of shoes collecting dust. They're pretty awesome, all gray with a bold black stripe running from the heel up the back, but I've had a tough time matching them with just the right thing. I mean, I'm sure if I tried harder I could have figured it out by now and not six months after I bought them. Oh well. Let's make up for some lost time, shall we?

It reminds me of a conversation I had recently with my mom. Over IM, of course; we converse mostly over IM because my mom is hip like that.

My mom: I saw a pair of shoes the other day that were nice. Have you ever wanted to buy a pair of shoes just because they're so pretty you want to only look at them?
Me: Oh, uh...
My mom: But I couldn't. That just wouldn't make any sense. Who does that? LOL. That'd be crazy.
Me:
My mom: Chloe?
My mom: ?
My mom: Chloe, you there?

If it had been an actual conversation in real-time (and not over IM, where I can wander away at any given minute and pretend like I didn't get the message) I would have been laughing nervously and inching towards the door. But my mom brings up a good point- I have a lot of shoes that sit on my shelves just 'cuz I like to look at them and I think they're pretty. And it is a bit crazy, and I need to wear them more. LIFE IS SHORT, CHLOE! LET'S WEAR MORE PRETTY SHOES!

Dress: American Eagle Bustier Dress (similar to this one)
Belt: F21
Shoes: L.A.M.B Mitaka Pumps
Bag: Cheapie Target clutch

One More Thing (Because I Am a Posting Foooool Todaaaay)

A posting fool! A FOOL! Also, I'm still off from work and apparently have nothing better to do. Yay for me.

The lovely lady over at Ruby Shoe Blues posted today about a sale at a place I've never heard of. You see, she's on the up and up when it comes to organic fashion (and eating and everything else) and I'm...well, not. But I am a sucker for pretty clothes, and this place has them. On sale. For a freaking steal.

Save an additional 30% all sale items at Stewart + Brown using code "SALESALE". I'm not sure when the code expires, but you better scoot over there fast for the best selection.

Like, for example, this fluttery little pretty top:

Loop Back Tee- originally $82.00, on sale for $26.60 (after discounts)

And this gorgeous hemp and silk blend cami, picked up by Miss Ruby Shoe Blues herself:

Undress Cami- originally $128.00, on sale for $19.60 (after discounts)

Oh! And this beautiful ruffly dress, snagged by ME ME ME:

Ruffle Slip Dress - originally $189.00, on sale for $39.20 (after discounts)

I know. I know! Another dress. I couldn't help myself, I'm a sucker for all things ruffly and boudoir-inspired. I'm sure all the homeless people I could have donated the $40 to instead at the soup kitchen will understand.

So! Go and run and check out the sale, and after check out Ruby Shoe Blues. Not only does she post some yummy looking smoothie recipes, but she has three of the cutest chihuahuas everrr. And that's saying a lot 'cuz they're short hairs. THEY'RE SHORT HAIRS AND THEY ARE CUTE. It's pretty amazing, really. I didn't think it was possible.

Go!

White Gloved Salute to MJ.

Sorry guys. I CAN'T HELP MYSELF. Ahem:

Lily Allen dons a white glove that resembles a cast,
along with a pink wig and purple jumpsuit- she's not screaming for attention or looking to be harassed.

Jamie Foxx wears the glove while performing for BET,
He did the moonwalk, he did the spinning, he even did a few crotch-grabs and "hee hee's!"

And meanwhile back at home we have a chihuahua that is so sad,
She wasn't invited anywhere even though she looked quite lavish in the costume in which she was clad.
She thought, "No invites to Lily or to the BET and that makes me mad!
'Cuz in these pearls I'm bad, I'm bad, come on- I'm really really bad."

This Is Awful, This Is Awful, This Is So Awfully Awful.

(Oopsie daisy. Video fixed!)

Earth to Joe Jackson: your son just died. Are you trying to look like a caring, compassionate, grieving father? 'Cuz yer doing it wrong, you asshole.

I think this is the most bizarre and f-ed up thing I've seen in awhile. Promoting his own record company during the interview? Go figure. I don't have much to say on the death of Michael Jackson since I never was a huge fan. I do think it's sad and all a bit tragic, but I'm not exactly shocked over it. I do think, however, that this whole four minute interview with Joe on the red carpet of the BET awards last night speaks volumes as to what was really going on there. And how sad. And how awful. Ugh.

Outfit Of The Day.

It's definitely a very casual today, since I'm still feeling a bit like poo. I want these stitches OUT RIGHT NOW because whenever I smile I smile like a spaz. A hurty, swollen, stitchy spaz that feels like she got punched in the face during a bar fight and I'm kind of over it, mehh.

Top: Rebecca Taylor Tiered Rose Cami, J Crew Merino Cardigan
Bottoms: 7 For All Mankind Dojo's
Shoes: Cheapie Studded Decor Heels from GoJane
Bag: Foley & Corinna Jet Setter Jr.
Necklace: Target (Merona)

The Bad News. And The Good News.

The Bad News:

- I had to have surgery on my gums on Thursday, stitches and everything. It went well enough until the end, when the Endodontist looked at me and said, "Okay now, you need to take it easy for the next few days." "What do you mean, take it easy?" I asked. He went, "Blah blah blah blah don't go to work blah blah stay at home and rest blah." I snatched the bag of goodies (a gift certificate to Coldstone Creamery, a book of crossword puzzles, some floss, a toothbrush, a prescription for Vicodin, and a cheapie pen with the Endodontist's logo on it- which I later gifted to Husband as the most expensive pen he will ever own) and an icepack his assistant held out to me and bopped out the door. La la la no big deal, I decided, completely driving past the Target Pharmacy on my way back home. Easy as pie. I'd wake up from napping, head into work to do a few things, and then off we'd go on our camping trip.

-I instead woke up a few hours later almost screaming in pain. The Novocaine had worn off and the pain literally made me want to scream, only I don't scream when I'm by myself because that's kind of dorky and pointless. Nope. I instead pace around really fast while muttering, "Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck. Ow. Don't cry. Ow. Don't cry. Fuck. Shit. Ow." I jumped into my car and drove my butt back over to Target so fast. The 20 minutes it took for them to fill my prescription was the longest 20 minutes of my life. I tried to hide in the magazine aisle while I waited, I didn't even feel like looking around. You know I'm in serious pain if I don't feel like shopping. IT WAS SERIOUS, SERIOUSLY SERIOUS. Ouch.

-The camping trip for this weekend was obviously canceled.

-I can't smile or laugh or even talk very well because of where the stitches are located in my mouth. And I'm all swollen and look like a little chipmunk. It's pretty dorky.

-I've spent my entire weekend pretty much in a foggy, itchy, drug-induced state. Vicodin makes me feel like I'm a bad sort of drunk and it makes me have the itchies so bad. What is up with that?



The Good News:

-I've been on a steady diet of these:


Yum.

-I've also been on a steady diet of milkshakes and ice cream- dentist's orders. Yaaay.

-I've been doing a little bit of online shopping, you know, to lift my spirits. I have no idea what I've actually bought, but I'm pretty sure when it shows up at my front door in a few days it'll be awesome.

-Yeah. That's all I've got.

-Wait! Looks have leaked for Anna Sui's line for Target- click here to check them out. The line is heavily influenced by Gossip Girl, which is great for some...but really not my style. I do love the dresses in looks #5 and #12, but that's about it for me.

-Okay. Now that's all I've got. Time to go scratch my skin off. More later, alligators.

Ow, Snooze, Ow.

Petunia always has the right idea. What a nightmare of a day.

A Few Things This Happy Thursday Morning.

Pffft. Yeah right.

1. A storm rumbled through our area late last night. It knocked the power out. Since Husband and I have elected to not have children, we have to try a bit harder than the rest of you to make our carbon footprint big enough to have a lasting impression and so we therefore sleep with tons of stuff on. Fans, central air, even lights- it all shut off last night with a muted "whirrrrr".

I was already awake from the thunder and the lightning, but Husband stirred gently and mumbled sleepily, "Honey, can you turn the fan on?"

"We don't have any power babe," I answered.

"Mmmmmwhat?" he said groggily.

"No power. It shut off. From the storm."

"Oh." he said into his pillow. "Then can you spin around and wave your arms really fast?"


2. Of course when you sleep with that much crap on and it shuts off due to a power failure, it wakes you up again when it all snaps back to life. Let's just say it wasn't a very productive night of sleeping in the Chloe household.


3. I will be missing out on the beginning of the ONE AND ONLY Nanette Lepore sale on Rue La La this morning due to my appointment with the endodontist. Arrrrgh. The first time I've ever seen Nanette Lepore have an online sample sale and I get to miss it to get a fucking root canal. Screw you right back, life. Screw you right back. Go forth and shop and get great deals, my darlings. And run back here to show me whatcha got so I can stew in bitter jealousy. :(


4. Speaking of that, I don't want to go to my appointment. Argh, I really don't want to go. I don't want to go I don't want to go I don't want to go. The receptionist called yesterday. You know, the one with the obscene amount of the bubbies? Jessica? She wanted my insurance information so she could give me an estimate.

"I need your Husband's social security number," she said.

"Oh. Um. I don't have it. Do you need that right now?" I asked dumbly.

"If you don't give it to me, it'll be $1200 out of pocket tomorrow morning," she snapped.

Totally uncalled for, Jessica. Totally uncalled for. I think I'm a pretty nice person on the phone. I work customer service and know what it's like to deal with dumb people all day long. I AM NOT A DUMB PERSON, JESSICA. DO NOT TREAT ME THAT WAY. EVEN IF I SOMETIMES ASK REALLY DUMB QUESTIONS. It hurts. I'm not used to dealing with this shiznit. Prior to this, I'd been seeing the same dentist for years who would just call Husband for his credit card number as I curled into a fetal position on the floor with my hands over my ears shrieking, "Don't tell me! Don't tell me! I don't want to know!" Apparently Jessica isn't aware of my method of dealing with things. You work at a Root Canal place, Jessica. YOU SHOULD BE USED TO IT.


5. Jessica also keeps calling me "Chalowee". Or "Cleo". Come onnn. My name cracked the top 10 last year for most popular names. It cracked the top 10! There's a plethora of little four year old girls running around with my name. YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW TO PRONOUNCE IT. It was the second popular cat name! There's a Bratz doll named Chloe (well, Cloe, but close enough- and she likes banana smoothies AND is a vegetarian "right now", which means she's helping kids understand the importance of fad trend dieting yaaay!). You know what this means, right? Of course you do. This gives me full permission to call Jessica "Yessica".


5. So I called Yessica right back with Hubby's social security number. "It'll be $450 per root canal" she said. Huh? I thought they were just looking at my tooth to see if it was fixable. If it needed to be yanked. Per root canal? I have a feeling that I better get this straightened out before they numb me up with Novocaine. If I've learned one thing from all of this, always ask questions before they get to drilling. I have a bad feeling that if I don't, I'm going to end up toothless far sooner than I want to be. Those bitches ain't gonna be yanking anything until I have my appointment secured with the dental implant dude. And I'm going to tell it to them just like that, too. Referring to people as "bitches" and "dudes" always seems to get me far in life. I mean, it's all in my head, let's get that straight- but I'm sure it gets me pret-ty far.


6. Camping trip with friends this weekend. Except me and Hubby? Yeah- we don't camp. This should be entertaining. I promise lots of pics. Lots and lots of pics.


7. I don't want to gooooooooo.

Rompers Are Made For Romping!

And that's just what they'll do. One of these days these rompers are going to romp all over you.

HA.

Romper: ASOS Linen Bandeau Playsuit
Shoes: Ebay find (love the bows on the back, eh?)
Clutch: Kooba Josie Clutch in Rose


Sorry I look like a scary translucent ghost in the second pic- I tried to lighten it so you could see the details of zee romper. And I kind of failed. But at least I tried.

More Nanette Lepore.

Sorry I've been MIA over the past few days. It's been a bumpy ride. The stress from a few weeks ago apparently flung me right into a flare. Shocking.

You see, there are lots of things that can cause Lupus flares- stress, eating alfalfa sprouts (eh? it's true!), being in the sun, etc. Stress is a biggie, though, and I will admit that I didn't exactly handle the stress over what happened a few weeks ago very well. Finding out a good co-worker's wife is dying? Getting my hours cut at work? Finding out a root canal has gone bad and I'll need it yanked? Yeah. I didn't handle that so well. I mostly had a Chloe Pity Party, and whenever I throw one of those I kinda sorta forget to breathe properly and make myself hyperventilate from the anxiety. It's some sort of bizarre body reaction I have no real control over, I swear! I just forget to breathe. And then I start clenching my teeth. And crying a lot. And pacing back and forth and talking to myself. No control. I swear.

I hope I know what you're thinking, and I hope that it's, "Holy cow, if she freaks out over this crap what does she do when her mortgage rates increase?" and answer is, "HAAA I DON'T HAVE A MORTGAGE."

Thank goodness. Right? Right.

So anyway, I am a very poor handler of the stress and it is a big thing I am trying to work on here, because stress makes Teh Lupus even worse.

It was a good joke when I first got diagnosed. I was all, "HUSBAND YOU HAVE TO BUY ME A NEW PUPPY TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER only you'll have to take care of it 'cuz I can't 'cuz it will stress me out." and then I'd laugh and Husband would smile (painfully). Laugh laugh laugh, I'm funny funny funny. Only now it really isn't very funny, because I am now realizing that it's pretty much impossible to lead a stress-free life, puppies or no puppies. Except I am pretty sure I could lead a stress-free life in Hawaii, surrounded by a gaggle of plumeria and chihuahuas. I told Husband this. He just smiled (painfully).

On one hand I find this all slightly entertaining. Since I'm relatively new to this disease, I find that I pretty much feel not awesome all the time and I therefore sometimes have a hard time telling a true flare from how I regularly feel. Well, my body isn't fucking around this time- THIS IS A FLARE. I'm in 100% Flare Mode. I realized it after my scalp turned bright red and began to ache and itch like it's sunburnt (argh so painful!), I slept for 28 hours straight, and I almost fell on my ass while I was walking up the stairs because I suddenly have a sharp, stabbing pain searing through the middle of my joint in my left knee. Torn meniscus? Nope, just my good old buddy arthritis. And I now I now am crawling up the stairs on my hands and knees like a gimp. Noted. This is a flare. The other times where I feel mediocre but can walk up the stairs like a normal human being? Not a flare. Okie dokie, body. Got it.

I actually got into a fight with a nine-year old tonight at work. A little nine-year old! Man, and he was little too- he was tiny and scrawny, with a high-pitched nasally nine-year old voice. He was all misbehaving and talking back to me and I said, "Listen here. This is your last warning or I'm kicking you out." and he was all, "Lady, you don't know what I've been through in life." and I wanted to say, "Oh fuck you little dude, you don't know what I've been through in life, I've taken about 16 tablets of aspirin today and I'm pretty sure my fucking liver is going to give the fuck out and I can't walk up the stairs normally without looking like a complete spaz AND I HAVE TO WEAR A HAIR PIECE and MY CO-WORKER'S DYING WIFE CAME IN HERE TODAY TO VISIT so you DON'T FUCKING TELL ME that I don't know. 'CUZ I KNOW." but when it comes to arguing with a mouthy 9-year old from suburbia that thinks he's been somehow dealt a rough hand in life, there is no winning. Okay? If you learn one thing from my blog, please let it be that. There is no winning here in upper middle class suburbia with kids that have made it to the ripe old age of nine with every single advantage and resource except the one thing money can't buy- actual parental supervision.

And I also hope you've learned that Nanette Lepore is teh awesome. So two things, readers. Two things.

"Where are your parents?" I asked the kid.

"I'm homeless." he said.

"Okay. Where do you live?" I tried again.

"At home," he answered.

"Let me get this straight. You're homeless...but you live at home," I repeated back to him.

"Yeah. I don't have to listen to you. I get bullied. I get bullied, you know, for...for being a Christian. Yeah, for being a Christian. I don't have to listen to you. This is just how I do it, this is the way I roll. I don't have to listen to you. This is just how I am. I don't have to listen to nobody, shiiit. I don't follow nobody's rules!" he chattered, giving me the entire rigmarole that he obviously picked up off a movie or a TV show or a fellow friend or...a movie. Yes, I'm guessing a movie. It's like he was giving me the entire ghetto-tized version of Annie, only we weren't in the ghetto and he didn't have obnoxious red, curly hair. He also didn't sing it to me. If we were and he did, though, I would have applauded and wiped my nose delicately into a tissue. That whole speech right there, that serious and stern delivery of the "I don't have to listen to nobody, shiiit" line out of his precious 9-year old mouth- just breathtaking. A bit rehearsed, but breathtaking nonetheless.

Jesus. Christ. I'm totally clenching my teeth again.

So anyway. To make myself feel better over death and gimpyness and getting hours cut at a job where I argue with elementary school kids all day (school is out for the summer, YAY) (THAT YAY IS TOTALLY SARCASTIC) I did some shopping.

I know, I know. You are all stunned by this, right? Right. Both Neiman's and Sak's had their second round of cuts this weekend, which meant sale on Nanette Lepore! Since I am less than thrilled with Nanette's "late summer" arrivals (I know, it hurts for me to admit that. But oh well, I can't love it all- it's the colors mostly, the blacks and turquoises and reds don't work on my complexion which made me briefly contemplate going back blonde but that's sick Chloe, just sick) I decided to snag a few of her Spring tops on deep discount. First up we have:

Nanette Lepore Lazy Daisy Top - on sale $78.75 (originally $175)
I've loved this top forever. I originally ordered it late Thursday night before realizing Neiman's was going to start their extra sale the next day. Neiman's is notoriously fickle with their price adjustments, and when I logged on late Friday morning to discover my top was an additional 25% off I wanted to cry. And not only was it now 25% off, but it was also sold out. So what did I do? I used the handy "cancel" button, canceled my order, quickly clicked back to the product screen, hit refresh until my size popped up (the one I had canceled, ha) and re-ordered it at the discounted price. My top shipped today. I AM A GENIUS. I know that is exactly what you're all thinking right now. Chloe isn't sad, or pathetic, or even sadly pathetic. She's a genius.

Nanette Lepore Camp Out Top
I snagged this top off of Ebay using the "Make Best Offer" button. I made a ridiculously low offer. So ridiculously low, it's kind of embarrassing. I didn't think the seller was going to accept but she did, and now this NWT top is mine. Sa-weet.

Nanette Lepore Braided Silk Cami?
This top fell into my hands gently used (gently loved, ha). Why not? I'm not against getting my Nanette Lepore fix from pre-worn items sold on Ebay. As long as they're in good shape and authentic, I'm game. I'm already pairing this pretty peach blouse with a million things in my head, and I can't wait to see it in person. I'm pretty sure it's gonna be awesome.

Nike Shox Turbo Mesh SI Running Shoe
Okay, so these aren't Nanette Lepore...but they're still pretty awesome. My recent knee problems reminded me that it had been three years since I last bought workout/running shoes. Three years! Shame on me, I know better. The problem is...for as much as I love shopping for shoes, I dread shopping for workout/running shoes. I downright hate it. Either they fit well but are ugly, or they're hot but hurt my feet. I loved my last pair of Nike Shox- a pretty combo of white, gold, and plum...but it's definitely time to give them up. I'm long past due. These white, pink, and black (my favorite color combo) Nikes should hopefully fit the bill. We'll see!

That's it for now. I think. Oh wait. I gave P-Diddly the most horrendous haircut last night. It's awful, horrendously awful. She had a clump of ear hair that I couldn't untangle so I just whacked it all off. And then I cut off some more. And some more. And some more!!!

And...well, you know how when you're a little kid and you suddenly decide it's a brilliant idea to give your Barbie Doll some bangs only Barbie isn't supposed to have bangs? But despite your mom's sternest and scariest warnings you go ahead and do it anyway? And suddenly, just like that- Barbie has a permanent flat-top mullet?

Yeah. That's pretty much exactly what I did to Petunia. Oh gosh, it's awful. Hysterically awful, but awful.

So if you don't see pictures of her awhile it isn't because she's dead. Oh no, it's just because she's dorky.

Not dead, just dorky. Sorry Piddles.

Some girls never learn.

Happy Father's Parent's Thank You For Staying Married Day.

I realized (in horror!) while doing my post last night that what the crap, Chloe- I forgot to do a post for my mom for Mother's Day! While I'm sure she's very upset over my lack of digging up embarrassing old photos of her in elementary school, her while dating my dad and riding around on the back of his motorcycle, and her after haven just give birth to twins...I still feel like I owe her something.

So I will redeem myself. Mom, if you're reading, this is for you. 'Cuz I know dad doesn't read this shiznit. He still types two words a minute and interjects random smiley faces into his words and sentences when I talk to him on MSN Messenger. I could probably write a book on dad's really (un)intentionally funny instant messaging, but I'll save that for another day.

While I was digging around for photos last night I found this set of pics, also from my 2006 wedding reception:

My parents, they have teh awesome.

So it is official- I hereby declare today Happy Parent's Thank You For Staying Married Day. But for this year only! Who knows what day Happy Parent's Thank You For Staying Married Day will be on next year. It's stealthy like a ninja, that holiday. Stealthy. That's why I can't send a card.

Yes. That's it exactly.

Love you guys!

Happy Father's Day.

I'm too tired to do the whole rambly-words-and-constructing-coherent-sentences thing right now, so I decided to dig up some old pictures of my dad. Pictures always tell a fun story, and these are some of my favorites from over the years.

My dad is the little one, in the helmet, who looks like he can barely walk- let alone play football. HIKE!

My mom has always had a strange affinity for Steve Buscemi. Frankly, I don't see it.

That's where my twin sister Stevie gets her signature smirk from.

My dad standing in between his parents in southern California circa 1960-something. Check out my grandma's shift- Lilly Pullitzer, EAT YOUR HEART OUT.

Giving bunny ears to the bunny. He's also dressed in a near-identical outfit as his brother-in-law. This was the 70's, so we won't ask.

My mom always jokes that she's pretty sure my dad accidentally switched us a few times when we were little and that I am really Stevie (and Stevie is really me). I'm pretty sure this is the moment it first happened.

At my wedding reception (2006). I had these guestbook sheets for my guests to fill out, which I later made into a scrapbook. It's still one of my favorite things from my entire wedding, even if my dad did note that the his "favorite memories of the day" was "him coloring in the lines for the first time".

And for me to send him money. Every month. Exclamation point exclamation point.

Looking at pictures at my wedding reception (2006).

Giving a toast at my wedding reception. He handed me a dollar bill and told me the "Bank of Dad" was now closed. He cried, I cried, and I'm pretty sure he thought I was crying because it was such an endearing speech. But oh no, I was crying over the closing of the Bank of Dad. It still makes me tear up.

(OH GOSH I AM KIDDING, PEOPLE. Bank of My Super Hot and Foxy Husband opened instead. Hee.)

Snuggling with a leettle chihuahua in a dress. Why not. (2008)

This will kill him. (2008)

But it still makes for an awesome picture. (2008)

Happy Father's Day, you big dork. Now you know where I get it from.




(All photos by Stevie, except the really old ones... 'cuz you know, she wasn't exactly alive to take the pictures. Duh. Any questions? Go bother her over at her own website. I don't know who or why or where or how she does it, all I know is she makes 'em look amazing.)

Feel Good Friday, Part II.

Well. Now that Friday is almost over, here I am to post my "Part II". A new season of So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD) is underway, and truthfully I'm having a bit of a hard time getting into it. Joshua Allen (last year's winner) was one of my favorite contestants ever- and when you see someone like him win it's hard to give your heart away to others. He was just so stinking cute, with his braces and his big linebacker-ish body type. I love seeing underdogs win, and as a dancer with little classical training (he was a hip-hop dancer!) Joshua was the biggest underdog ever. Here's a fun interview with him on winning the show:

And here's my favorite dance of all time off of SYTYCD- Joshua and Katee doing Bollywood:

SYTYCD 4 Katee & Joshua [Bollywood]

Sigh. So awesome.

JOSHUA I LOVE YOU AND I WOULD TOTALLY MARRY YOU AS LONG AS IT'S OKAY THAT I'm kinda sorta already married and I, uh, can't really marry you. And uh...you have to put your braces back on and wear them forever and ever. I might have a teensy Grown-Adults-That-Wear-Braces-Are-Too-Freaking-Cute-For-Words fetish that I can't quite explain. Hee hee hee ho boy. *shrugs*

I also sat my butt at home tonight (I'm not feeling so hot) and watched the Arcade Fire on Austin City Limits, which has to be the best ACL episode ever. It really is. I love them and I'd happily give my right arm to see them live. Except I can't give them my right arm, because then I wouldn't be able to type such amazing and captivating blogs. Yes, that's apparently my only reason for keeping my right arm. So I uploaded some of my favorite songs from them into my music player instead, which you can find on the upper right-hand side of zee blog. Feel free to peruse away and rock out. Kitty and I like to do the Pee Wee Herman dance to Neighborhood #3 (Power Out) and yes, it really is as badass as it sounds. You'll just have to take my word for it. Husband has seen it and he says it is awesome. Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh, nuhnuh. TEQUILA!

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Feel Good Friday, Part I.

It's the weekend, my lovelies! And the sun is shining. And I have new sunnies. Hair or no hair, teeth or no teeth- life keeps going, and there is always something fun to look forward to, as long as you keep trying. And never take yourself too seriously. And have two cuddle-bug chihuahuas to snuggle. And um...I'll stop now.

Top: J Crew Perfect Fit Long Sleeve Tee
Skirt: J Crew Mica Mini
Shoes: J Crew Perfectly Patent Pumps
Necklace: Target (Merona), darlings.
Purse: Botkier Cleo Satchel
Sunglasses: Jimmy Choo Rokas in Black/Gold. LOVE.