Kind of Like a Robert Johnson Song

February 23, 2015 § 1 Comment

February 23, 2015

The fun and frivolity of February are coming to a close. Thank God.

I need more sleep. The panic attacks are increasing in frequency. I’m two weeks behind on my self-imposed reading regimen. The work I’ve been doing on my NaNoWriMo project has just been brainstorming plot hole fixes and fleshing out back stories, nothing that feels constructively creative, and that is making me antsy.

It’s time to hunker down and stick to my writing schedule again. For real.


Plus, one of my car tires has a slow leak. I need to get a new stove. There is a creaky pipe somewhere in the house. I’m feeling kind of like Robert Johnson in “Malted Milk.”

My door knob keeps on turning
It must be spooks around my bed

Which reminds me of one more thing I gotta do: stock up on Vodka.

File Under It’s More Than the Shoes

February 22, 2015 § 1 Comment

February 22, 2015

The vote was unanimous. The black strappy heels win!


The weird thing is, this picture of me reminds me of the one of my mother below.


File this under “freaky Friday (except it was Saturday) like mother like daughter flashback”.

What to Wear: Which Shoes with the Fringe Dress?

February 20, 2015 § 3 Comments

February 20, 2015

I’m going to a birthday celebration at a jazz club on Saturday night, and I’m wearing my fun fringe dress I got on sale at White House Black Market. The question is, what shoes to wear with?

Option 1: Black Patent Leather Pumps

Dress N Patent


Option 2: Pewter Pumps

Dress N Pewter


Option 3: Black Strappy Heels

Dress N Strappy


What say you?

Weekend Reading: Forever and The Impossible Knife of Memory

February 16, 2015 § 2 Comments

February 16, 2015

Forever by Judy Blume


This was a re-read for me. Was it ever. When I was in my teens, I must have read this countless times. It seems like just yesterday when my best friend and I would hang out in the school yard talking about this book and all the yummy parts and, of course, the ending. So many of the images and themes in this book were seared into crevices of my brain and I hadn’t even realized it. Back then, I had taken a lot of what was so great about this book for granted: how well-written it is, how true and matter of fact and poignant without any extra or unnecessary words, the no-bullshit approach to sex, and a heroine who was a regular girl going through a real relationship.

The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson


So a year after I go to Laurie Halse Anderson’s book signing and get this book, I finally read it. What was I waiting for? Every time I opened it up I was sucked into another time and space. One time at lunch I went to the park and finished reading this magical scene where Hayley and Finn are lying on a hill looking at the stars. When I looked up I was like “Oh, wow. There’s grass and dogs running to fetch balls and mountains. All around me.” I felt so lucky to be traveling between a wonderful fictional world and a wonderful real world. So, yeah, I really liked this book.

File This Under Go

February 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

February 15, 2015

Thanks to everyone’s positive feedback, I wore this gold top purple skirt outfit and am totally in love with it.


Filing this one under “go.”

What to Wear: Do These Colors Go?

February 13, 2015 § 1 Comment

February 13, 2015

My model and actor friend Dia is always saying “do more color!” So I’m trying to do more color. But since I’m not nearly as fashion-savvy as she is, I need your opinion.

I’m going to a cabaret performance this weekend, and am thinking of this ensemble: a gold, tiered strappy top (Macy’s clearance) and a purple, slim-fitting–OK, tight-fitting– skirt (Nicki Minaj, Kmart, clearance). (I think there’s a theme here.)

Gold and purple. Violet? Blue-violet?

Is this combo a go or a no? Hit up the comments and let me know what you think. I always have the little black dress for the B plan.

It’s Not Easy Being a Writer Gal About Town

February 9, 2015 § 3 Comments

February 9, 2015

My plan for Saturday was simple. Work on my writing project from 3:00 pm – 6:00pm. Leave the house for my night out at the Cotton Club Gala at 7:30 pm. That gave me an hour and a half, from 6:00 – 7:30, to get dolled up and ready to go. I had my step-by-step tutorial for the smokey eyes, and the You Tube video for the curly-hair updo queued up on my iPhone. Piece of cake.

So at 6:00 exactly, I closed up my notepads, shelved my books, cranked up my party tunes playlist, and started getting ready.

At 6:36, I had only gotten as far as finishing the concealer and pressed powder on my face. I hadn’t even started on my eyes. And I freaked. The. Fuck. Out.

Started running around the house, checking all the clocks, yelling to an increasingly alarmed cat, “Is it already 6:30? What happened? I lost an hour of time. How did I lose an entire hour of time?”

Because I was suddenly, inexplicably convinced that I had originally planned to start getting ready at 5:00. It was a full two minutes before I remembered that, no, the plan had been 6:00. I had started at 6:00, as planned. It was just that it had taken me thirty freaking minutes to put on the foundation alone. And I had apparently just lost my mind.

This is what happens when I do the writing creative thing while also trying to maintain a schedule for my regular life.

But it all turned out okay in the end.


 The eyes.


 The updo.


The in shadow shot.

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