Posts tagged fashion
Posts tagged fashion
Know what I don’t say enough?
Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog!
I appreciate it, which is why I made you this 3-part valentine.
Just doing my part to improve stereotypes of Americans abroad…
Thank you so much for your kind wishes on my wedding. I am very touched!
There’s so much I want to tell you about getting married, and also about Japan, where I am now. But I am off to meet our new friend Shinohara, who goes by the nickname “King of the Night.” So for now: Konnichiwa, Tumblr!
Lots of milestones for me: I’m getting married and I bought my first pair of MAJOR heels.
Can I walk in these?
Does it matter?
Because I’m wearing them to a dinner in LA, where no one walks. Whewsies!
I even did that fashion-blogger-thing of turning your feet toward each other like a small child (which I always thought looked sooo stupid). And now I finally understand: It’s so you can see the heel!
The backstory on this post is that, a few months ago, I was out to dinner with my cousin and her friend. The friend had read my blog, but said she stopped because I didn’t post enough. At the time I blogged about once a week.
She wasn’t being critical at all—she was simply making the point that, for someone who checks a few websites on rotation, when one is consistently not updated, it falls out of the rotation.
But my point is that, like any insecure person, I instantly took everything she said at face value, without any regard to my end-goal or purpose, and started posting more.
I’ve actually enjoyed this “strategy” a lot. I’m writing every day. I’m also having fun with writing, which I’d forgotten was kinda why I started in the first place. The downside is, squirrels. (For example.) Instead of becoming smarter about America, I’m possibly going in the opposite direction.
I’d love to produce brilliant, highly-researched, thought-provoking posts once a week a la Penelope Trunk or Justine Musk (who is one of my favorite writers and I hope you investigate if you don’t already read the woman), and perhaps someday I will go back to aiming for that model. I think even if you don’t succeed you learn and grow in the process of aiming for that.
All to say: a shoe post…
Back to regular programming later this week.
I made some new friends in Louisiana, including this guy:
My friend Ben pointed out that “friends don’t tape each other’s mouths shut,” but he clearly doesn’t understand the connection between me and this baby alligator.
I wasn’t as creepy as I thought I’d be, taking pictures of strange women at the Kentucky Derby. Really, I was just annoying to Eric, Kristin, and Rich, who had to deal with me darting off in random directions. (Sorry, guys.) But clearly it was more worth it than not, because… HATS!!!
CHECK OUT MY BANANA HANDSET!
It was a gift from Tracey, and I laughed out loud when I opened it. Then I immediately began plotting ways to use this ridiculous device in public. Lucky for me, I was due to go to LAX last night….
I’ve never had so much fun pretending to be on an important conference call!
Eric and I spent 20 minutes coming up with captions. Here are the runners-up:
* I’m bananas for my phone!
* No more monkey business. You’re fired!
* Banana handset: for the woman who wants to look a little crazier. [This should accompany the photo of me drinking white wine through a straw.]
* Did you orangutangup on me?
* Don’t I look appeeling?
* Thanks a bunch! (Kudos to David.)
I want to begin this post by saying yes, I know Christmas sweaters are so 2006, just so you trust that I’m a reliable narrator.
A few years ago, I was comically and kind of amazingly on the wrong path in life, auditioning for commercials.
About once a month, I remember that Garfield is a cat who hates Mondays and can’t stop eating lasagna, and this makes me laugh out loud on the sidewalk or wherever. The point is that I think it would be so much fun to wear this T-shirt to and not explain myself.
I’d like to be the kind of person who could rock this vest.
(Do you think that person exists?)