Sunday, October 19, 2014

Ghosts of Halloweens Past

Fiona is my photographer today. Naturally she wanted me to pose with Mr Demon. The first picture she took would have been the best, but it was blurry.

I'm wearing The Dress to work this afternoon with the white shrug from yesterday (only wore it a couple hours anyway) with long black beaded necklace, black leg warmers and black and white striped peep-toe wedges. I also wave-curled my hair today, but it's already starting to fall. Next time I'll remember to mousse it before rolling!





Today, in honor of Halloween, I present you with the Ghosts of Halloweens Past. These are the ones I could find anyway, floating around in various corners of the internet.

The Craft with Sarah and Devon

Lara Croft with Paula, Maria, Heather and Elaine

Lara Croft

Tinkerbell with Captain Hook, a mermaid, and Tiger Lily

Dead Little Bo Peep (with TMNT Raphael Sheep) and hippie Amanda

TinyTalk Tooth Fairy

Wicked Witch of the East with Scott and Sarah (executioner and dead school girl?)

The imprints of bricks on my arm. From the house falling on me.

Dead bride with werewolf

Mavis from Hotel Transylvania

Harry Potter Movie extra

Little Kitty

Banana with Little Orphan Annie

Powerpuff Girl with French Kiss

"Mummy" (I was really pregnant)

Pregnant Cleopatra and Company

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Spooky Saturday

I love Halloween!

I'm a little late to the game this October, but finally today we got some decorations out. And by "got some decorations out", I mean I pulled the three items from last year out of the cupboard and that is all we had. So I hit the Dollar Tree, Walmart and Hobby Lobby and bought some cheap decorations to spookify our house.

I'm actually not a big fan of decking out the entire house with holiday decorations. I definitely prefer small, subtle touches. Even for Christmas, all I have is one box. I don't like clutter at the worst of times, but since moving from Scotland and streamlining everything, I've tried even harder to keep the clutter to a minimum. But three Halloween items - a plastic skull, a pumpkin Fiona made in pottery a few years ago and an orange and black cup made by my potter friend Maria - were really not enough.

I started out with the mantel. I put my new window frame up, which I haven't done anything to yet (and anyway the old, battered look totally works for Halloween) and strung cobweb over it. I added a black spider web, a hologram "old fashioned" photo (one angle, two men in sepia smiling, another angle, monster faces) and my three aforementioned items. Simple yet spooky. Makes me smile.

Before I remembered the stuff in the cupboard...

And after.


For my door, I wanted a Halloween, or at least a Fall, wreath, but it turns out that wreaths are ridiculously expensive. I should probably learn to make my own. So I just have a cute wooden sign.

No mention of the ogre who pays the bills though... sorry, Scott!

For some time I've been wanting a little graveyard for my garden, the kind with skeleton bones coming up out of the ground. So today, the girls and I set up our spooky graveyard. I wanted the bones to look more haphazard and disheveled, but they insisted on them being orderly. I let them win.

I later found them outside, reading a book to the skeleton, whom they named Mr Demon... Apparently Mr Demon has a whole backstory and has died three times in three different ways. First, from old age, since he was 100 and "had run out of life". Second, from sunbathing in the street and getting hit by a car. Third, from amnesia. As you do. I'm not sure if I should be amused by this or disconcerted. As my friend Kate said tonight, as long as they don't start telling me that it was actually Mr Demon who told them these stories, it's probably okay...


And I've gotten myself kind of Halloweeny too. I painted my nails black and orange. And today for the October Dress Project I wore The Dress (which is black) with orange shoes, necklace and bracelet. (For the interested: I picked up the shoes at a cancer research charity shop in Greenock, the necklace was a gift from one of my mom's friends and I bought the bracelet at a Craft Fair at the Old Gourock and Ashton Parish. I think it was made by either Lynda or Sylvia.) The Dress was worn as one of those asymmetrical shirts, the kind that are short in the front and long in the back. I wore a white long-sleeved shrug over it. And my hair pulled into a messy, not-fixed bun and no make-up. Scary!


Yes, that's my senior class ring. I still wear it occasionally. 



Fellow ODPer, Kate wearing her dress as a shirt too!


And while not Halloweeny, I went to a craft night tonight at said Kate's house, where I worked on some Christmas cards. I should have worked on Halloween cards I guess, but there you go. Kate was making Halloween - or rather, Harvest - decorations for their church Harvest Fest (cute bats and green monsters), and Lindsay was making her daughter's Halloween costume (Elsa out of many miles of tulle). So there was some Halloween fun going on there,. despite my Christmas season highjacking. Laura, the quilter of the bunch, brought a delicious pumpkin dip for us to enjoy, so all in all, it was a fairly good Halloweeny way to end a Halloweeny day.

I love Halloween!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

In the Immortal Words of Ice Cube...

Today Was a Good Day.


Well, except for the very beginning. Cailean woke me up at 4am, and I spent the next two hours putting him back into his bed over and over. Eventually I had to lay in bed with him and hold him in my arms until we both finally drifted off to sleep around 6am. I know it was around 6, because just as I was finally dozing off, Isla came into Cailean's room to announce (loudly) that my alarm was going off. I told her to be quiet and go tell Daddy to deal with it. I then went off to sleep, and no one in the house woke up again until 7. Scott and the kids leave the house at 7.30, so we basically all overslept. Or rather, THEY overslept, I barely got any!

So the morning was rushed, getting kids fed, dressed and out the door on time, but then Cailean and I chilled until we left the house at 9 to go to our first ever MOPS meeting. I knew very little about MOPS except that the kids go into a nursery while the mums go do... mum stuff, I guess. And I knew it was Christian-based. My new friend Victoria wanted to try it out, and I've thought about it in the past, so we decided yesterday we'd try it out today. I arrived at the church at the same time as Victoria, but we were parked in two different parking lots, so I took Cailean inside by myself, unsure of what I was supposed to do or where we were supposed to go. I followed some girls with kids and found the nursery rooms. Cailean took one look inside the 2-year old room and darted right past me to start playing. When I tried to say goodbye, he never even turned to look at me, just kept playing with the toy kitchen he'd found.  (When I came to pick him up, I peeked through the window, and he saw me. He pointed me out to his teacher, saying, "Mama!" but didn't run to the door or anything - he just kept playing!)

I followed a girl with no kids to the grown-up area and walked into a huge room full of unfamiliar faces. I'm not usually one to be shy or lacking in confidence, but I will admit something welled up in my chest that was akin to terror. I guess I've become so out of practice with meeting new people in large groups that I almost felt like crying, the way I used to feel in Junior High when it was nearing my turn to give a presentation to the whole class. I spoke to one of the girls with an official-looking t-shirt while I waited for my friend. Finally she arrived, and I was relieved. She knew a few people (it is based in her church), so she found us a table to sit at, saving me the awkwardness of having to ask a total stranger, "Is this seat taken?" (and having them say "Yes"). The project today was - get this - window decorating! Everyone had brought all kinds of amazing craft materials with which to decorate their windows - scrapbook paper, paint, stencils, chicken wire, burlap, wreaths, ribbons, wooden letters, even MOSS - and everyone had a paned window frame to work with. I've never felt so un-crafty in my life, seeing the amazing ideas all these girls had. Victoria and I, it being our first time and therefore not having reserved a window, discussed excitedly what we'd do with a window if we had one. Lucky for us, there were several spare, so we both got one! (I felt bad that we hadn't paid for one, surely we were supposed to? But no one said anything about it...)


Anyway, we walked around looking at everyone's work, gathering ideas for our own windows, and having just a really good time. Another friend, Monique, was there, one of the moms from Isla's soccer team, so I got to chat with her too. I was surprised by how much fun I had; I guess I hadn't really expected to. I think today may have been a special day; I think usually it's more a discussion time rather than a craft time, and my guess is that it'll be Christian-based discussion, but I'm really excited about trying it again next time again anyway. Even if it's fairly religious, I'm Down For Whatever.


(The little treats on the tables. How freaking cute are these?!)

Before I move on, today, I wore The Dress very half-heartedly... it's that mid-month lull where I'm running out of ideas, before a new wave of ideas crashes over me. I wore The Dress tied up on the side underneath a white sweatshirt with a very cheesy gold, sparkly skull screenprinted on the front and a pair of jeans. I wore my favorite red tartan sneakers and some amber drop-shaped earrings that were, once again, a gift from Rebekkah. (I've noticed my sister-in-law has given me a lot of accessories that I love!) I felt the outfit was a little blah, though, so I threw on a black pinstriped hat too. I have a wonderful selection of hats; it's one of the perks of having been in the Brethren church all those years! I'll have to pull more out for the remainder of the month.

So after MOPS, I went to finish the grocery shopping that I never finished yesterday. Victoria told me that - get this - a local supermarket sells Pataks Indian curry sauces! I didn't believe her and had to see for myself. Sure enough, the local Harps sells Pataks! You cannot KNOW how thrilled this has made me. I have been driving thirty-five minutes into town to go to the one Kroger that sells Indian curry sauce, when they've been five minutes away all this time! I bought one or two to tide us over for a couple of weeks. (They also had naan bread!)


After having saved myself a trip into town, I finished my grocery shopping at the local Kroger. I got everything I needed (except frozen cauliflower, why no frozen cauliflower, Kroger?) and when I checked out, I was still under budget! I Got a $100 Dollar Bill Ya'll. Well, in the bank.

Cailean and I came home, put away all the groceries, cleaned out the refrigerator, watched some Gilmore Girls and put some Indian curry in the Crockpot. The girls came home from school, and a couple of hours later I took them back to the school for our Parent-Teacher conferences.

*BRAGGING ALERT* If you don't want to read full-on Mummy Boasting, skip on down, because I am just going to brag here for a minute or two, because my girls totally deserve it. We got absolutely glowing reports on both girls. Isla's teacher told us how well-behaved, smart, helpful, obedient, social, well-liked and artistic she is. She told us how Isla is a delight to have in the classroom and never gets into trouble. I kept smiling, because I could hardly believe it! I told her how I was a little worried about her starting school, worried about her focus and her following instructions. The teacher was surprised. She said Isla is perfect in class and such a relief, a model student. She told me she knew this conference would be an easy one, because she had no concerns whatsoever about Isla. I left that conference beaming. I was so proud of my little hooligan. Who'd have thought that our little bohemian wild child would be so well-behaved in school?! The teacher thinks the structure has been exactly what she needed, which is what Scott had been saying to me all along. Seems he was right. So proud.

Then I went to Fiona's class. Her teacher said many of the same things, how she loves having Fiona in her class, how she's so smart, well-behaved, helpful, obedient, kind and studious. Other than the fact that Fiona talks too much (wonder who she gets that from?) and whistles while she works (that's all her dad), she had no complaints. She praised her for being such a fantastic reader and commented on how she always finishes her work early and immediately pulls out a book to pass the rest of the time. She also said Fiona was a relief to have in class. By this time I was beaming from ear to ear. Such glowing reports from both teachers. I am so incredibly proud of my little girls.

I also loved the artwork on the walls outside the classrooms. This was what Fiona had written for Grandparents' Day a couple of weeks ago. They had to write about a grandparent, and Fiona chose my dad, her "Musha". Could my kid be any cooler?




My Mushou [Musha] is fit and thin. Mushou is warm and frendly. Mushou talk's nicely and sweetly. Me and Mushou ador bikeing. I love when we bake cookies for nena [Neena]. Me and Moshou love to read long nonficshin book's together are faverit is world war book's. Are faverit bit is the end becase nena make's treat's!

And before I finish bragging, I was also really proud of myself and Scott. We don't get everything right as parents, but after those two meetings, I felt justified in thinking we've obviously done pretty well. Still grinning. *BRAGGING COMPLETE* For now.

We came home from the school and met Scott. He hadn't gotten home from work in time for the conferences, so I sent him out with Isla to get some celebration ice cream, while I finished up the dinner. We had chicken Tikka Masala with tumeric rice and naan, and Diet Irn Bru, followed by cookie dough ice cream. We were all on cloud nine. Cailean went to bed no problem after dinner, and I'm soon on my way to bed too. Going into work at 5am tomorrow, so I can't afford a late night!

Seriously, I had a really great day today, one of the best I've had in ages, and with the kids and Scott off work tomorrow, tomorrow's going to be great too, Fool, 'Cause It's Friday.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Errands Day

Today's photos are courtesy of my husband Scott. He set the stage and took the shots. They make me smile. He's fun to be around.


Today I wore The Dress tucked into my skinny pink cords with my oxblood belt and my gold velour jacket and brown flats. It was a little too warm all day for the jacket, but I persevered anyway for the sake of the outfit. I'm also wearing my ribbon-and-beads necklace my college BFF Amanda made me one Christmas. That necklace has lasted a long, long time, considering it's made of ribbon. It's at least ten years old!


I spent most of my day today running errands: paying bills, buying groceries, signing Isla up for swim lessons. The highlights of my day were lunch and dinner. For lunch, I met up with a couple of new friends, Victoria and Yuki, for lunch at the British cafe. We all had full Irish breakfasts (though I think we all forewent the black pudding), and the kids had sausage rolls and trifle. Victoria bought a pack of Tunnocks tea cakes, which she graciously shared amongst us. There's nothing quite like a Tunnocks tea cake to go with your cuppa tea!

Cailean's new buddy

Ladies who lunch


For dinner, Scott, the kids and I went to Zaxby's (kids eat free on Wednesdays!) and it was nice just spending time with my family. But somewhere along the way to dinner, I started to develop a headache, which didn't go away. By the time I got home, I was feeling fairly poor. Scott made me take a painkiller while he put the kids to bed. Then he put the fire on for me and took these adorable pictures. (By the way, the whisky tumbler is empty. Shhh. Don't ruin it. We are sadly whisky deficient right now, but it makes for a good picture!)

By jeeves, I say, old chap, indubitably, pip pip, and what ho? 



Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Taste the Rainbow

Today's ODP outfit is brought to you by rainbows and unicorns. Or just rainbows. Or just bright colors. And the sheer chance that I had enough solid bright colored items in my closet to put together a colorful ensemble that has inspired many comments (some I'm not sure were compliments) today. (Like the woman in Walmart who said, "I love your outfit, I wish I could pull that off!" as opposed to the man in Walmart who said, "You sure don't stand out in that!")

I wore The Dress with orange shoes, yellow tights (one of my co-workers spent a fair bit of time trying to pinpoint the exact color of these tights - mustard? chartreuse?), a green shrug and a purple infinity scarf. If only I'd had something red and something blue, I'd be a full rainbow, and possibly a poem (roses are red, violets are... you get the idea). I also spent a good 45 minutes straightening my hair while Cailean napped this afternoon. It may not look it, but this head has a heckuva lot more hair that you might think, and it's got the same texture that Ms Frizzle would have if cartoon hair could have texture (and be printed on hay). I added the final touch with my orange button earrings (a gift from Rebekkah, if I remember correctly), thus drawing my feet and head all into alignment like some sort of fashion rainbow Pilates pose.

"Pose!" demanded the seven-year-old photographer.

Darn wind.


Button earrings.
And these photos are brought to you by my artsy little photographer, Fiona.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Accessorize

It's true that girls get all the accessories, but boys have something we don't: neckties. And since Scott won't wear his neckties, I will.

Today I'm wearing The Dress with a turquoise long-sleeved shirt underneath, black leggings, a zebra-striped belt and the McFarlane family tartan necktie. I French braided my hair diagonally and put on my go-to black earrings. I completed the outfit needlessly with black pointy-toe boots (that look very witchy). I doubt I'll be leaving the house today with this storm going on (and my car making a funny noise) but if I do, I'll wear the boots.

For now, I'm just rocking out to cheesy pop music, playing dinosaurs with Cailean and cleaning house. Hence the silly photos below. I believe it was Miley Cyrus's "Party in the USA" playing at that moment while I washed dishes.






4 Songs Guaranteed To Make Me Cry

After reading my sister-in-law Christie's blog post about uplifting music, I realized the songs that stick out the most to me are not the happy ones but the ones with the power to reduce me to tears just about every time I hear them. Below are four songs that always cut me to the quick.

The Song: The Funeral
The Artist: Band of Horses
The Killer Line: "To know me as hardly golden is to know me all wrong."




The Song: Never Tell Me the Odds
The Artist: Quiet Company
The Killer Line: "Time is on our side 'cause it moves slow. We search through the shadows of our souls, trying to tame the demons we control, searching for a god we'll never know."




The Song: Rise to Me
The Artist: The Decemberists
The Killer Line: "This distance between us can seem a mountain size, but boy, you are gonna stand your ground. They rise to you and you blow them down."
Also... "To cold climes come spring times."




The Song: As If We Never Said Goodbye
The Artist: Chris Colfer covering Barbara Streisand
The Killer Line: "I don't want to be alone, that's all in the past. This world has waited long enough, I've come home at last! And this time will be bigger and brighter than we knew it, so watch me climb, we all know I can do it!"

*I know this one is cheesy, but it still gets me every time.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

6 Apologies To People of My Past


I used to be a "no regrets" type person. We all make mistakes, and focusing on the things we can't change won't make those things go away. Apologizing, making amends and then moving on with a lesson well learned is the best way to deal with our mistakes. I still believe this and still believe in cutting ourselves some slack and accepting our human fallibility, but lately a few things have been creeping up in my mind that I suddenly have started to regret, things that were so long ago that they are now virtually un-make-amends-able. Things I never knew I were mistakes at the time, because back then they seemed the "right" things to do. They were the "right" things to do, because to some extent my religion told me they were the right things to do.

So, since I can never go back to these people now and ask forgiveness for the hurt I may have caused while I was a Christian, I publicly apologize here, with the hopes that maybe one or two of these people will read this and accept my apology.

1. I am so sorry to all the people who I believed were going to hell. I was never one to yell from street corners, "You're all going to burn!" but I have been asked on several occasions (three that I remember very specifically) by special people if I thought they were going to hell, and awkwardly, uncomfortably, I had to say something along the lines of, well, yes. Something along the lines of, "If you don't turn to Jesus before you die, then, well, yes, I believe you will go to hell." Oh how I wish I could go back to all of you (you three in particular) and take it back. Now that I'm on the other side, I know just how horrible a thing that is to say to (or think of) someone.

2. I am sorry that I spent so much time arguing over finer points of theology, while inadvertently ignoring the person I was tearing down. While a good theological debate is always fun (even still), there were many times I took it too far. I took my "knowledge" of the Bible and used it to tear down the "lesser knowledge" of other people. I wish I'd spent more time listening instead. I regret the hurt I may have caused people in my quest to win Most Reformed Calvinist of the Year.

3. I am sorry to the boys whose hearts I broke during my dating years. There were a couple of times I either broke up with or rejected someone I truly cared about simply because according to the Bible we were "unequally yoked", aka, because they weren't Christians or even just not "Christian enough". While I'm glad that in the end I landed where I am, married to my soul mate, I am sorry I let religion tear apart good relationships, going against my own breaking heart. I hope you are all happy now and with your soul mates too.

4. Luckily, I'm able to say this to his face (and believe me, I have, many times), but I am sorry to my husband for the shame I put on him and the fear of losing me I caused him when he stopped believing before me. I'm sorry that I let his non-belief nearly break us up. While I am certain we would NOT have divorced, I am not so certain that my insistence that he be a "spiritual leader" would not have left irreparable damage to our relationship, had that continued. Once I finally accepted him for who he was, not what he believed, our marriage grew stronger than ever before. I'm sorry I spent so many years putting pressure on him to be what some ideology told me he was supposed to be.

5. I'm sorry to all the people that I simply prayed for but did not actually do anything to help in their time of need. When friends and loved ones went through hard times, I prayed, and I really was a good pray-er. But I was not a good friend. I'm sorry I didn't show up at your doorstep to babysit your kids during your hard times or bring casseroles over to save you making dinner or sit on your couch with you, letting you talk or not talk over glasses of wine, while you processed your grief. I wish I'd been there for you, instead of just praying for you from afar and leaving you alone in your suffering.

6. I'm sorry to my past self for living all those years telling myself how wicked I was, how unworthy, how sinful, how nothing I did on my own was worth anything unless it was done for God. I'm sorry for convincing myself I was inherently evil and no good. I'm sorry for never acknowledging the good in myself. I'm sorry I lived over thirty years in a state of self-flagellation. It will take years to undo the damage that kind of thinking has done to me. It will take years to not start crying whenever I start thinking about this. I was and am a good person, I'm just sorry I never told me that.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

A Lot of Sentence Fragments

Today was a cold, drab day. I slept in. Got breakfast in bed (thanks, hubby!). Went to work. Came home with pizzas. Read Creepy Carrots to the kids before bed. Am now enjoying a clean house (thanks, hubby!) and a quiet evening.

Wore The Dress with a pink and gray striped polo, gray knee socks and black shoes. Hair in two little piggytail buns and a pink clip. Wore the claddagh necklace my Scottish friend Lorna sent me last Christmas. In honor of Homecoming weekend, I'm wearing my senior class ring (year 2000, baby). Feeling very high schoolish.


Could say more, something interesting, something good. But I'm feeling too tired, too quiet. It's a hot cocoa and feel-sorry-for-myself kind of night.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Homecoming Day

I've never liked American football. Let me just say I don't get it AT ALL. I have no idea why there are several "first" downs (and I don't care to have it explained to me either because I don't care). If I wanted to see a bunch of dudes barrel into each other, I'd at least watch rugby. At least in rugby you can see the guys' bulging calf muscles and buff arms without everything being hidden beneath a padded suit of armor.

I went to all the high school football games back in the day, but not to watch the games. I just went for an excuse to hang out with my friends and make a nuisance of myself. That's all we did. Make nuisances of ourselves and cheer when the crowd cheered.

I went to the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville for college and took advantage of the student discount on season tickets to the Razorbacks games. I went to the first several, thinking they'd be like high school games where me and my friends would goof off the whole time. I was wrong though. U of A students take their Hogs seriously. I tried to pay attention to the game, like everyone else, tried to understand what was going on, but just when I'd think I knew when to stand up and shout "First down!" and do the arm thing, I'd find myself doing a solo number with everyone turning to look at me and then away as if they didn't know me.

Scotland suited me well; I understand and actually like soccer (the REAL football).

All this to say, today was my high school's Homecoming day. The day we're all supposed to come back to our hometown, attend the parade and watch the football game. Since I live in my hometown again now, I didn't have to travel too far... but I still didn't go to the football game. And it's a good thing too; right about the time it would've kicked off, so did the lightning and rain. I did, however, go to the parade.

I love parades.

My kids and I rode with our friend Michael and his two kids. We found a parking space up close to the road, so the kids could sit in the trunk and watch in the shade. Or at least that was the idea. They ended up standing on the street the whole time, watching the floats from as close as possible.



While waiting for the parade to start, we took the kids to get frozen yogurt across the street. I took them there last year too (with Granny from Scotland who was here this time last year), so I'm thinking for as long as we are in this town, this will be one of our "things" - frozen yogurt before the Homecoming parade.



It was fun. I didn't expect Cailean to sit calmly in his stroller for that long, but he sat the whole time, excitedly watching all the floats go by, waving to everyone and shouting "Bye-bye!" Sure he's my son and there might be some bias there, but he is the CUTEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WORLD. He just is.


My disdain for football aside....

Since Mike was driving, I offered to bring the cooler full of water bottles. I took Cailean this afternoon to Kroger for water, and we spent the afternoon perusing the shops. I didn't intend to buy anything, but I ended up coming home with a red and white striped shirt, the kind I've been looking for to wear to my book club's Halloween get-together. The costume theme is literary mash-ups, so I'm doing a Where's Waldo? meets The Scarlet Letter to create a Where's Hester Prynne? costume. I also impulse bought Scott an extremely large tea mug with Spiderman on it. I blame Cailean, he loves Spiderman. (This is also a Shopping Challenge confession.) I will also admit that I took Cailean shopping in hopes of possibly finding an extremely cheap pair of trousers. I'm really not trying to brag, but I've lost a fair bit of weight in the last several months, and the downside is that my clothes don't really fit anymore. Not complaining, it's a good problem to have! In fact, I spent the whole time in the store pulling up the trousers I was wearing. So all of that to say, my ODP outfit below is only what I wore half the day. The top half is the same, but I changed trousers when I got home. The ones pictured below have actually been a little too tight until now, but I tried them on today and they fit fine. Glad I kept them!

Today I wore The Dress as a sort of midriff tank over a pink short-sleeved shirt my mother-in-law brought me last year from Primark. (I MISS PRIMARK. Someone send me some solid-colored long-sleeved shirts, the kind that are like £3 each, for Christmas.) I tied The Dress up in a little (big actually) knot on the side. I tried to knot it in the back, but it looked like a bunny tail. Erm, no. Side knot it is. I wore a pair of black pinstripe trousers, black "barefoot" running shoes and a tattoo choker necklace thing. I did not fix my hair after the gym this morning, so it's just pulled back in a tight bun with two stretchy headbands.



I felt the whole outfit was just a couple steps away from something out of Clueless, but I liked it. It was definitely a different way of wearing a dress! I'd like to imagine it was young and hip enough that if I HAD gone to the high school football game, I could've passed as a recent graduate. With this young little face and my Alicia Silverstone-inspired ensemble, why not?


Photo Credit - www.socialbliss.com