Hello again! I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend (so far) and that you enjoyed our first little excursion down memory lane. If not, my apologies to you, because we still have nine more months to review. I promise more compilation type posts are coming as well as my fully-formed reflections on the experience of wearing 365 different outfits and blogging about it. But for now I’m just enjoying some down time and
plotting my next move getting a jump on future endeavors. So I bring you yet more clickable fun.
A Year in Review: Part 2
Rejoiced for coffee and revolution. Wore all thrifted and felt like a million bucks. Cherished old favorites and new finds. Let pigtails and a big belt save the day. Found optimism in obscure techno music. Celebrated 100 outfits; with sequins! Had a very Colorado Sunday. Wore a skirt as a top while abusing the English language. Sparred with a Crocs kiosk employee. Entertained the big bosses in floral applique. Made up for lost time with a necklace. Dreamed of a land called H&M. Tried not to be Asher Roth-esque in a polo. Acknowledged the recovered cheerleader that lurks within us all. Saved from a major blog meltdown by yoga zen-ness. Came home to stoned cats after our downstairs neighbors hotboxed the building. Admitted powerlessness over the color yellow. Called for umbrella revival but found myself rebuked by the general population. Denver adventures thwarted by April snow showers. Came perilously close to wearing leggings as pants. Got down with my red self. Channeled Jimmy Buffett and Betty Draper all in the same day. Played 20 questions with the readers. Got bangs and played secret agent on the railroad tracks. Wore a dress inside-out. Wore the same dress five days in a row but people were more apt to notice my new bangs. Turned a dress into a skirt.
Regulated on a tween shoplifter. Came down with the worst respiratory infection known to man. Watched “Mamma Mia” while doped on Dayquil. Found more excitement in a freshly painted door than in my own wardrobe. Accidently dressed like Winona Ryder. Played it cool in pinstripes. Hated on getting the mail and also lingering colds. Spent Mother’s Day in the emergency room. Welcomed spring and taught The Kiddo to play Horse with a pink basketball. Temporarily misplaced my tripod. Cursed May snowstorms. Pondered recruiting an entourage via Craigslist. Ended up a with a separated rib from coughing too much. Gave a voice to Sleepytime Tea addiction. Wore a $2 dress to go eat frozen yogurt. Wore a cute top and broke my favorite necklace. Played matchmaker to lost skirt and a sheer top. Got likened to Katy Perry one too many times. Threatened to threaten onlookers with a Paul Bunyan axe. Dressed up my favorite LBD for an important graduation. Contemplated grillz and other rap colloquialisms. Turned a dress backward. Let Avril Lavigne get the best of me. Professed my love for Brandon Flowers in a badly lit stairwell. Paid tribute to the Scissor Sisters in a disco yellow dress. Learned about the awesomeness that is Pat Benetar but gave Beyonce an IOU. Took inspiration from optical illusion and my junior high lethargy. Fought a major computer meltdown while dressed like Lil Mama. K-k-k-kinda busy. Ran the Bolder Boulder.
Mourned race training in muted florals. Passed the time by likening people in my life to characters from Alice in Wonderland. Saw Tom Petty at Red Rocks. Was supposed to see George Clinton in concert but instead just stayed home and watched Netflix. Celebrated my sixth wedding anniversary. Battled bad customers from the north. Saw SATC 2 and didn’t hate it. Tested out workouts on On Demand and discovered seersucker. Fought the computers at work yet again, but wore the most awesome polka dot shoes ever. Celebrated Blackout week and managed to lose my car keys in the process. Re-purposed my birthday dress on a random rainy day. Wore pants with the ultimate sash; tied it in a bow. Arrived at work early, went postal over the lack of an open coffee shop. Stole an outfit from a K-Mart ad, baked cookies and listened to shitty R&B. Took summer inventory. Made everything better with a giant belt. Got a post-inventory massage and got dressed up. Theme week thwarted by WordPress error. Contemplated my sartorial Karma. Copped my dads stripey style for Father’s Day. Enjoyed a lazy day off in creamsicle hues. Attempted to break the spell of invisibility in a bright yellow floral dress. Started half-marathon training and donned sparkles. Read a trashy Marilyn Monroe biography and penned a rap song in title only. Lauded “30 Rock” and stalkers. Put off having babies, in favor of cute belts. Did my best Holly Golightly. Had a case of the Mondays. Drank a Slurpee that matched my dress. Beefed up my wardrobe as a young Orson Wells.
Next up: July, August, September
Title courtesy of Bright Eyes – “A Scale, A Mirror and These Indifferent Clocks”