Dog Days

Summer

Ah, late summer.

We have but only a few fleeting weeks left, and then it’s back to boots, denim and chunky sweaters for me. In the meantime, I’ll continue my ban on almost any pants. This pair is just light and airy enough. And since I found them while thrifting, I’m a little upset that I can’t find more like them. The bodysuit is just a backless swimsuit. It’s always nice to be prepared in case someone invites you to an impromptu pool party in the ‘burbs. Dress for the job you want, not the job you have, right?

::ADDITIONAL NEWS:: A coulee weeks ago, I was a guest on the radio show DesignHERLife with the wonderful Felicia Perry! We talked about self care, IG life vs real life AND thrifting (of course). You can listen to my segment here. ❤

 

Shoes and Swimsuit: Amazon

Pants: Arc’s Value Village

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Munchies 

J/K. Teachers are allowed to tell jokes. Especially ones of the Dad variety.

A few thoughts here: do you ever have a moment when you need something from the corner store, so you throw on the nearest, cleanest  threads and hightail it before you run into someone you know….but then end up taking pictures because why not??

Do you also decide on one of those dress items being part of a Beyoncé costume you have saved for just the *right* occasion (i.e. anytime being the right time)?

…And lastly, is there anything better than every flavor variation of sparkling water? I think you can at least agree with me on that one.

Denim Jacket: Lucky Brand

Bulls bodysuit: Amazon

Skirt: Talbots

Birthday Wishes

 

So my birthday is next Tuesday… And you may know what I like to wear, but do you know the things I like to indulge in? (Probably.) Well.. How about my ever expanding wishlist???

I keep a wishlist of things handy. I’ve done this since college, and it’s changed and grown right along with me.

In college, it was DVD box sets (Hello, MadMen and The Office) before that, it was god awful handbags of any kind. Let’s just say I had a teal phase..

In the “Club” days I forced myself to pretending to like, it was shoes. Heels mostly, but sneakers too-all eye catching, because my clothes usually weren’t. My taste was an unrefined version of me now: a little quirky, brightly colored but always fun. Present day Ness is a little more complex..maybe even a little less nerdy (not true).

Here are my top 3 wishlist items for spring:

I’m super into the bell and puffer sleeve, and lucky for me, they are popping up almost everywhere. What’s bad for me, however..not all sleeves are created equally. I’m super finicky and want something really specific in a bell sleeve dress, top or jumpsuit-yes I said jumpsuit. I have some lofty goals for what I’m looking for, but this dress from Asos is pretty darn close. Plus I absolutely love royal blue. Almost as much as royal purple (who cares if I just made that up).

Polly Nor is a UK illustrator I’ve been mildly obsessed with. Her work is focused on women in their most vulnerable places, doing things JUST for them. They’re dynamic and gritty and real but absolutely gorgeous and I’ve wanted my very own “Too Good For You” (above) for over a year now. Be careful venturing her work and YOUR place of work-much of her art includes nudity. Oh and devil drawings. Lots of devils.

Last but not least: I want a vintage Schwinn bike. Not just any old bike, but a 70s style yellow, blue or gold Varsity. Easy to come by, most or less, but for an amateur biker who knows nothing about cars OR bikes, buying the right one has been difficult. I don’t want to be swindled into just any bike, and it’d be easy. It’s how I  obtained Elizabeth Taylor. (yes, that is my car’s name). She’s easy on the eyes but complex as hell-much like her namesake.

So on this birthday, I may not have everything on my wishlist, but in essence, they’re all present attributes; style, quirk and finesse. The “things” will come and go but I will always have me 🙂

Ps. New ink would also be nice. Know any good tattoo shops??

Yesterday

It’s been known for months that Macy’s in downtown Minneapolis was closing its doors after being a main attraction of Nicollet Mall for several decades. I’ll be part of the last generation to get giddy when navigating through the clearance marked shoes, or become starry eyed during the Christmas displays. I even worked at this location (albeit briefly) just after college. But eating the sausage is much more fun than making it, so not much to tell there.

The point is, I’ll miss it.

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This weekend was the last time outsiders would see Macy’s as we’ve known it, with its wide walls and sparkling floors. It’s now skeletal and eerie. Same light, but nothing for it to gaze upon. No music.

The end of an era. The end of a very particular shopping experience.

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E Commerce has done away with the shopping experiences our parents and grandparents. And (clearly) one can get away with almost never buying brand new. Though, there was a part of me that loved knowing there still a few time capsules like Macy’s floating around my city. One I could visit and get a peek of what once was. Though being part of the problem, I can’t say I’m surprised.

On a lighter note: all I could think while taking this picture was how could I possibly haggle my way to one of those chandeliers… (I couldn’t).

Head Scarf: Arc Value Village

Denim Jacket: Lucky Brand Jeans

Cardigan and socks: Asos

Take Top: Forever 21

Jeans: Old Navy

Backpack: Expressions NYC

Shoes: Converse

With Love, From Grandma

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She’s been away for 12 years now, but everywhere, she remains. I don’t let go of the things that made her unapologetically her. I keep the things long forgotten.

I see myself in the pieces given to me. In pieces still waiting to be found.

I see her. I see my future and her past. I love them both.

When the days grow longer, and the ice starts to melt, I’m reminded that several years ago, the sharpest pain would burrow deep inside my chest. Nothing dulled it. It worsened with other losses. It kept me awake. It left me to wallow.

She left us things, purposefully and not. No year has passed without finding something new from her. I give thanks every day.

I hold her close to my heart where I lay a borrowed broach. This helps.

And it won’t matter if no one loves the feeling of garish and kitsch like she did. I do.

I always will.

Unapologetically.

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And that, to me, anyway… is style.

My Summer ’16

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Well friends, we’re in the last days of August, and the end of another summer in Minnesota. The season is so short, Minnesota packs in a helluva lot, and minus one week, I was here to enjoy it. This summer was a culmination of everything I’ve worked tirelessly for in the past three years. Before this year, I struggled to be open, to be seen and heard. I struggled to believe my body is a temple and a force to be reckoned with. I struggled with relationships that didn’t help me grow. I came into this year to put in the work, overcoming them all in some major events.

Here are the top 3 highlights of my summer:

3. Meeting Bob The Drag Queen-I’ll start off by saying that my fav from season 8 of Rupaul’s Drag Race called me out while on stage and later told me I was pretty. His assistant assumed I was a size small in t-shirts. All while on the 3rd day of my menstrual cycle. Heaven sent me two angels that day.

2. I visited the place I will for sure haunt after I die-New Orleans. While in my favorite city, I stumbled upon the NOLA Pride parade and gained the privilege to throw beads atop a float down Bourbon Street. I had the spirit of Big Freedia coursing through my veins.

1. After pouring blood, sweat and tears into my fitness, I ran- *and finished*- The Tough Mudder THREE YEARS AHEAD OF SCHEDULE. Yes. It was #1 on my five year plan and I crushed it in record time. I climbed walls, jumped in deep sludge, I was even ELECTROCUTED. But it was all worth it to feel the strength I doubted but knew I had deep down, but too afraid to tap into. Bad feet, bad knees, whatever the excuse-I did it-and I just like that, major bad habits were unlearned.

Nothing this summer, or this year has come easy. Sacrifices were made for every one of them, but the pay off will forever live with me. Small or large, I had fun and I came into my own, and my little world responded.

Whether it was joy or pain, tears were shed. The work isn’t done. I still have a Masters and a pair of roller skates to gain next year..

I’m ready for you, 2017.

Honorary Mentions of Summer 16:

-A teenage girl thought my poolside outfit was ‘super amazing’. Huzzah! I’m still relevant!

-Decor in my new apartment is now so *me* and on point, I come home happier everyday than when I left, which is new, but means everything. Like a Sim, my environment levels are through the roof (literally).

-You’re reading my blog, (!!!) which means more to me than just a mention, but I didn’t have a picture of me hunched over my Macbook with a stupid grin on my face. Nor do we want one. Thanks!

Cheers*