He said, "Awesome! You look totally Zen. Like you are completely at one with the universe," he being the cool dude who passed me on the sidewalk (seemingly in possession of his faculties). That's precisely the look I was going for(!), NOT what you see in the photo above, but my maxi violet/fuchsia dress and magic green shaggariffic boots I wore when Jean of Dross into Gold was in town, here, minus the robe. The fact that I was levitating, not walking, is probably what struck him first, an ability born at precisely 12:50 AM when I closed out a daunting work project three glorious days before deadline.
Massive chandelier earrings and a neon pink bob-cut wig newly purchased for $12, swinging neatly - secretly- in my bag were also excellent flotation devices. And if all this weren't enough, I discovered a new French cafe that sells mini cheesecakes and other pastry minis for $1.89 each, but of course, being a beady-eyed thrifty gal bent on celebrating three days snatched from the abyss, I bought the three-treat deal for $4.75. Of course I'd be losing money if I didn't.
I have no photos of my "Zen" day, but they would have just come out as big balls of light anyway. I do, however, have a photo of what I was wearing the day BEFORE - I consider it a rehearsal outfit.
- thrifted vintage too-short maxi dress worn as a midi, made in Honolulu
- striped socks
- red glitter-soled shoes
- thrifted neon green/aqua/black blouse
- magic loupe made by O
- vintage mechanical watch from O
- even wedding bands made by O
By the way, that is NOT a pose, it's a stance, a way of being that I call "Pink Flamigo".
You'll not only see me doing this at bars, outside wo-men's bath-rooms, and in elegant dining rooms, but at any time of the day or evening, it's so much FUN!! You may even hire me to stand on your lawn.
Be sure to alternate legs to avoid excessive muscle build-up and lopsidedness - you don't fall to tip over into the curry chicken buffet! Mounting yourself on a skateboard is also an option I recommend if you have a rope long enough to tie around your waist to be towed by a) wayward children; b) adults; c) other wildlife.
thrifted cheongsam dress thingy with massive slit up one side
thrifted graphic turtleneck
thrifted lucky charm bag
PS: I'm also linking this up to Mis Papelicos' Share-in-Style: Red.
No matter how busy I am, I always, ALWAYS make a point of going on a morning inspiration walk to one of my favourite downtown cafes to journal, sip hot coffee in a window seat, and catch up on life with the talented young musicians, dancers, and actors who temp as baristas and with friends when our paths cross.
As part of my celebration, I'm giving up proper grammar and spelling at least until Wednesday. It's all such a bore. If yu notiss stuf like this, it's because I'm rebelling. re-belling. re-belle-ing.
...although you probably won't notice because I won't be writing much, as I need to stay away from The Machine during recovery.
Did you vote for Vix yet for Vintage Personality of 2014? Git over there!! My voice is a faint echo of the many other fantastic bloggers who know her magic and have already put out the call.
All I can say is:
Vix is like a fresh spring shower in a world that likes to play in mud, although I know Vix must be a damned fine mud wrestler as well.