My $2 thrifted purse from The Samaritan Mission that one vintage dealer says is a handmade Italian bag, my iPad, my Apple wireless keyboard, my Origami Incase, and the book authored by the CLE presenters. I'm ready so I think.
So I dressed for comfy cooped up in a community college classroom with a giant video screen all day. I also wore a version of the color-blocked outfit I was going to wear for Every Body Every Wear's July 10 color block challenge, but didn't wear because I was home sick, and who color blocks for that.
Nine West American Vintage Jeans ~ Steinmart
Sequined flats ~ Loft clearance sale
Draped top ~ Ross Dress for Less $9
Multi-chain bead necklace ~ thrifted
Reading glasses ~ Dunno have like 17 pairs
We were rolling along pretty good during the morning at the CLE. There was a giant platter of cookies and a cooler full of sodas. But I was feeling kind of peckish and elevensie, well, at like, ten. If you know me, you know I can't miss a meal, or I'll pass out. (That may be slight hyperbole for literary effect but only slight.)
Better view of the necklace and the shirt is really darker, but my jeans go with my neighbor's flowers.
So when LATE lunch (12:15) time rolls around, and one of the attendees stands up and says, "Hey, why don't we just skip lunch, take a 15-minute break, and keep on keepin' on," I expected mutiny. Nope. Which left me stranded on a community college campus with only a $10 bill that none of the vending machines would take. (Please see my Twitter stream @expertparalegal if you want my
Middle-aged and older style bloggers, don't be afraid to copy the young whippersnapper style bloggers' poses.
Thank God for the campus bookstore. Because that's where everyone wants to eat, and why don't I just start grabbing lunch there every day.
There were three pitiful looking sandwiches left, but the bookstore happily accepts tenners. So I didn't get to pass out in protest of the lunch veto, but ugh, that was the worst vending machine sandwich ever. EVER.
Being a style blogger means you never have to explain what you are doing when the lawn service guys show up.
Which brings me to the reason I'm including the shot of me wearing my striped blazer from the Loft Outlet, with the Plant-tone bag conspicuously in the frame - to remind me that when I was getting ready to leave for the CLE, I found the bag being used as a paperweight for a note from my neighbor.
"FYI. Your cat puked in the parking spot out front."
It's almost like the cat was getting me ready for no lunch today. (Dear Hubby's outside-cat-before-we-married, Tux, not Sasha Jane. See below.)
Speaking of cats, this is my greatest fashion challenge these days. Sasha Jane loves it when I get dressed, because that means it's play time, right?
After she uses your skinny jeans as a scratching post, she looks like this so you won't kill her:
Cat owners, how old does Sasha Jane have to be before I can buy a tulle skirt like Allie's or Sal's?