I’m starting something new for the blog, because my poor body is still recovering from my most recent Crohn’s attack. And we moved. And maybe I’ve been starting the search for a proper job. Maybe all of that is happening, so I just can’t play dress-up all day, every day. I can open your peepers to awesome images that I find inspiring.
There are so many great trends and styles out there that I can’t show you; too skinny, too broke, too blonde, too awkward, etc. This is where my brilliant idea comes into play! Twice a month I will put together a “best of the best” from my Pinterest and/or Tumblr; something easy for me, and informative for you. It also gives me the flexibility to showcase other trends that might not work on my complexion or body type.
So for my first jaunt into this new addition, I give you…The Puffer Jacket.
In a week my bony ass will be situated in a tent at Desert Trip; communing with the stars, grooving to the music, and making friends with a bajillion baby-boomers. I read somewhere that the average age of the performers at Desert Trip is 70. My time to shine is now.
Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Paul McCartney, The Who, Roger Waters, and Neil Young…I grew up on all of them. I’ve seen all of them except The Who, but this is really a once-in-a-lifetime experience. With all of the celebrity deaths this year, I was terrified that one of them was going to drop dead before it all happened. Looks like everyone stayed alive (myself included), and I couldn’t be more excited.
Diving headfirst into a weekend of music I love is treat enough, but heading to my family’s neck of the woods is even better. I’m the only east coast weirdo, and that was a complete accident that sadly stuck. Everyone else called Colorado to California home, and I’ve just lived vicariously through stories. As it is, I’ve never felt right in Atlanta. There’s a slowness and clarity to everything out there that sings to me (Hollywood social climbing aside). Not like the syrupy slowness of the deep south, it unnerves me and puts a pit in my stomach. It’s weird to explain, but when you know you don’t belong…you know it.
I’ve been missing. Where have I been? Well. We have been moving into a larger apartment (my clothes need space), so that actually has been rather time consuming. Mostly, it’s Pokemon GO though. I spend hours wandering around in search of Pikachus and Charmanders. While reviews have been a rather mixed bag (nerds are catty AF), I really enjoy it.
When it initially launched it was pretty bad. Not the game itself, but Niantic’s servers. Hot damn. I’m sure their servers consisted of a garden gnome running on a hamster wheel. At least, that’s what it seemed like. A lot has improved though; it rarely crashes, stays pretty fast, and they’re constantly on top of bugs (bye-bye footprint radar). Most importantly, it’s bringing people together.
I am a rabidly huge supporter of small businesses. Ironic coming from Starbucks’ number one fan, eh? Regardless of my vividly pink drink preferences, I adore artists from Etsy, Society 6, and beyond. So, when Blending By Betty reached out to me, I was over the moon ecstatic. Here’s an amazingly talented lady with an aesthetic that perfectly aligns with my own. And she’s willing to take a chance on teaming up with a new blog? Done and done.