Pretty Clothes on the Cheap!

Okay, I try to keep things at least 5% gender neutral around here, but sometimes the girliness just has to show.  This is one of those times. Not to be overdramatic, but I think I’ve found a website that will revolutionize the way I shop.  No kidding. I’ve tried consignment stores before with mixed success. …

Vanity of a 29.8-year-old

In general, I like to think of myself as not super vain. (Keeping the bar high, right?) I like pretty clothes, but I also care as much about comfort and machine washableness as I do about pretty. So imagine my surprise when I started considering dying my hair. To cover grey hair. Oh my! Don’t…

Closet Clean-out/Clean-up

I like to look at the small closets in my house as a good thing.  At the very least, they force me to keep the extra stuff to a minimum.  Right?* The problem is that even though I love to get rid of things, I still have more stuff than closet space.  If things are…

Pajamas in Disguise

I have plenty of nice, legitimate work clothes.  Since my library requires business attire (leaning towards business casual), that works out well. I do have a bad habit though.  I tend to think that the more my clothes feel like pajamas, the better.  I want to look professional while feeling like I could curl up…

Not-So-Mellow Yellow

I’m just going to go with vanity and fluff two days in a row.  Why not?  Yesterday hair straightening, today yellow shoes.  Tomorrow I’ll take over the world. Why yellow shoes?  Because my BFF is getting married, and us bridesmaidy types are wearing yellow shoes, that’s why.  I think it’s a brilliant idea.  There aren’t…

Comfort for a Fee

We have casual Friday options at my place of work.  The catch is that you’re only allowed to participate if you pay $3 for the right to dress down.  In the past, I’ve laughed at this option and done other things with my money.  It seemed totally illogical to spend good money on the right…

Meeting the Neighbors

Morning dog walks are usually the time that I use to wake up.  I stumble out of bed, throw on something semi-decent, and let Peanut drag me out the door for a quick jaunt around the neighborhood. I eventually find myself awake and ready to face the day.  It’s a happy routine. The “something semi-decent”…