If I Wore a Cap...

...it might just have to be this one. 

What is that phrase?  A thing of beauty is a joy forever?  Yes, that's it.  I think that these shoes definitely qualify.  The other day I noticed them in Cole Haan, and the color and cool sole caught my eye.  Then, upon closer inspection, the name of the style had me.  Thomas.  Of course.

A captoe does not usually appeal to me, but these are different.  Plus, they're a little dressier than I usually wear.  (Most of the time it's a smart looking loafer.)

As with most things, I'm going to wait them out and hope they go on sale.  You likey?   

If Ya Want My Blogspot, and Ya Think I'm Specs-y...

...come on, sugar.  Let me know.

Wink! 

I want to thank the awesomeness known as Dapper Paper for working with me to design to a new blog header.  It's something I've had up my sleeve for some time now, and after considering several options, they were head and shoulders above the competition. 

They have great style and an excellent blog as well.  (The first link for them will take you to their well curated Etsy shop.)  Check them out the next time you need some graphics in your life.

Thanks, Elizabeth and Chris!

And bear with me as I tweak my layout.  I'm not the most tech savvy person ever, but I'm still having fun.

It's In The Bag

I need another bag like I need a hole in the head.  I have two overnight bags and a couple of tote bags and a work bag and some reusable grocery bags and probably some bags under my eyes soon, if work doesn't change.

However....I saw this bag a few days ago

over at Manifold Destiny.  (That's a really cool blog that features a sort of best-of the interweb for style, generally geared toward the menfolk.  It's a nice change from the norm of makeup brushes and whatnot.  No offense, ladies.)

This bag is seriously in line with my aesthetic, and it looks massive and durable.  Plus, it retails for $135, which is not unreasonable.  My guess is that it will go on sale eventually, too.  Won't someone please talk me off the ledge when that day comes?

(Remember how I blogged about LL Bean Signature a while ago?  I knew it would come back around to haunt me.)

You Can Dust It Off and Try Again (Try Again)

Where have I been?  I meant to post about this a while back, sort of.  Here's the story.  A month or so ago, I was in my local mall and saw an empty storefront with the following sign above it:

Maybe you're now thinking what I did.  Ummm...WHAT?! 

I went shopping again this past weekend, on the prowl for some clothes (tax-free no less), and I noticed that this store is now open.  From the cool logo, I had really high hopes.  And the salesperson named Kathie was nice and definitely had a unique style.  I was the only shopper in the store, so she sort of pounced and started picking out things for me.  You should know that this is not my ideal situation.

She pulled a few pairs very similar to what I wear now.  Then she had me try on a round pair and a dip-dyed pair and a sort of cat eye pair.  I tried to have a few mini-heart-to-hearts with Kathie, but she was either seeing a makeover or dollar signs, so it was time to make an exit.

There were no Armani frames to be had.  Le sigh.  Remember how I had my heart set on Warby Parker?  They're so buzz-worthy that they've pretty much run out of everything for trying on at home, so that idea is on hold.  Lens Crafters was a bust, too.  Kathie said she's going to pull a few more options for me as they receive new stock over the next few weeks.  We'll see.  Ha.

My Always List: Tea Tree Oil

I have normal to oily skin.  Yes, it's true.  The cheeks?  Dry as a bone.  The T-zone?  Let's just say it could fund a ce-ment pond if needed.

Despite my best efforts, I do get the occasional blemish.  And my favorite treatment is The Body Shop's Tea Tree Oil.

It's a teensy bottle, but it lasts a long time.  Back when I started using this (probably high school), it was $6 a bottle.  Inflation, being the biz-nitch that it is (sorry, Mrs. J), the price has gone up to $9.  Still worth it.

I know it sounds counterintuitive to use oil on...well...oil, but it works.  Tea tree oil is a natural antiseptic, and it usually clears up what ails my dermis.  Plus, I really like the earthy smell. 

Lottery

The last book I read was good, but this one was so much better. 

This is the story of Perry L. Crandall.  Age?  32.  IQ?  76.  Family situation?  Not ideal.

Net worth?  $12 Million.

Perry is quick to tell you that he's not retarded.  He's slow.  Retarded means an IQ of 75.  His is 76.  He is the narrator and main character in this really engrossing novel about people with special needs as well as the effects of money on people.  Although he has several relatives, no one really wanted Perry as a child.  His grandparents, however, jumped at the chance to raise him.  Of course everyone comes out of the woodwork when Perry gets his novelty-sized check and lands in the headlines.

His Gram always told him that words were the key, and she set him on a schedule of learning all the words in the dictionary.  One of my favorite things about the book is that Perry often explains what a word or phrase means.  Example: Convenient means that other people do not have to work so hard.  I found this link that scrolls through some of these gems.

I can't really say too much else about the book without giving away the story, except that it is really great.  Like many of my favorite books, movies, and TV shows, this one strikes a nice balance between being funny and poignant.  Plus, you should be able to find it at your local library for free.

Wishing for Au-gust of Wind

Hardy har har.  Maybe my calendar post titles are getting progressively worse as the heat gets oppressively...umm...worse.  Whew.  I think I'm delirious.

It's August.

My friend Paige is visiting toward the end of this month, and Lexie and James may stop by a weekend or so prior to that.  Other than looking forward to these visitors, I'm just going to try to chill for the next four weeks.  School will be back in session, which means that the morning commute (however short it may be, distance-wise) just got a little trickier.  That crossing guard watches me like a hawk.

Last month I was obsessed with popsicles.  This month?  A/C.