Athens, Georgia – On this trip I discovered I have eaten myself a few sizes up in wearing the threads I packed in the weekender bag I brought with me on this trip. I’m not biting my nails over my weight gain but I’m not happy with it. Also, I’ve been chewing at the knowing of my accelerating pounds yet not doing a damn thing about it. Shrugs shoulders.
I came down here a total mood, leaving 87 percent better. Saturday night I went to a rock show at Littlekings, ending up at another bar where I fell down and two guys helped me off of the floor. Sunday I spent recuperating. Monday I wore the outfit featured above, had a much needed tarot reading from a blessed friend and later watched “Pray for Death”  at Flicker bar.
Somewhere in The Carolinas – It is finally raining. It’ll be moist throughout tomorrow eve: Halloween. I am still getting in that costume though.
Check it: I just stumbled upon something called “Mischief Night”. It is a night of innocent fun-filled teen-aged pranks that occurs the night before Halloween. Mischief Night is a long honored happening in the U.K. and sections of the U.S. [i.e., the northeastern states]. In today’s America, I don’t think I’d be down for a Mischief Night prank. Just sayin’.
Those of you fellow clothes hounds who haven’t been paying close attention: Stop tossing your pieces out if you chase “what’s in/ what’s out”. At this point, in fashion design nothing is new. Keep the thigh high boots – especially ones with a rounded toe and thick-ish heel. Also, looks from The 60s and 70s keep coming back like that rubber ball stapled on a ping pong paddle. Some writers are passing this off as a ’90s’ look. The 90s weren’t an electric time in fashion, sorry to tell you. I was there as a young adult. The cool kids were rocking everything else but the 90s [as in what was popular or trendy]. Even then, high-end designers and vintage-wearing youth were def working out the looks of the 20s through the 70s. Point is, keep everything classic/ from the way back of the time machine and you’ll never have to buy whatever it is again.
Somewhere in The Carolinas – This never-ending summer continues as we enter the second or third day of autumn. Global warming has never lied. I am still snickering at those who think because Mabon is here, it will automatically drop to a crisp 63 degrees as crunchy leaves in gold, orange and red tickle their blankly optimistic faces with all falsely being calm. Absolutely ridiculous. Reality dictates autumn does not truly grab hold until the day after Halloween. Hello?!
Today’s “look” builds off of a 1950s style tropical print cotton blend sundress I’ve had in the closet for some time. Accessories I have paired with this dress should be familiar to those who follow these outfits I put together. Every thing…every piece of clothing and costume jewelry was scored off of Ali Express minus the 1940s vintage cuff bracelet with scarabs and Egyptian royalty.
My neck and head are sore. Symptoms of my post-stroke life. These joint aches and searing pains are related to nerve damage. I’m going to lay back and work on my late day snack game. Just a nib as there aren’t good things in these “treats”. I’ll mainly drink copious amounts of water and lounge in the sun. Good day, babies.
Virginia Beach, Virginia – Snapshots from the last couple of days spent in V.B. with MWF. He had to claim his award winning painting so we chilled out for a few days. No sight seeing or anything of the sort. Just me and him frolicing in the ocean and drinking red wine.
I laugh as summer is over in five and a half weeks but some people have it in their heads that because the pop-up Halloween stores are cropping up like fungus that fall is here. Sorry to break it to you guys, it’s not. And to the same folks, pumpkin spice is repulsive. There is no hurry for summer to come to an end. Step back into those bermuda shorts and enjoy that hammock outdoors.
A quick rundown of the various looks I chose to wear for fun in the sun… The 1940s style floral print shirtwaist dress with puff sleeves [Bazaleas] is adorable. Above I have paired it with mixed stacked bangles, red oblong lucite ring and a vintage pink wood handbag with pearlized lucite handles [thrift store find] and lilac suede ‘Loretta’ peep toe heels [Miss L Fire].
Look number two consists of a black long sleeved shear blouse with pussy bow [Gumuxi] worn with 1950s style black high waist cigarette pants [Piplotex], black catseye sunglasses with gold studs and a pair of black patent leather high heels with red hearts on each toe [Loslandifen]. A good look to go thrifting in. [Halfway through shopping, the heels came off and when directly into my oversized tote. I’m no fool.]
My beach look features a simple black bathing suit. I found it thrifting last month. It’s 1970s vintage, buttons up from the front and clasps in back. It is comfortable and flattering. Per usual, when in the sun I have one of my battenburg lace parasols. On this trip, I have my black one with me. The bathing suit I paired with the same black catseye sunglass worn earlier and a black faux suede espadrilles.
This style segment I’ve entitled ‘Last Splash’ is due to the fact this getaway will probably be the last one I take until next year, next spring even. To date, I have had a very good summer. One filled with love, harmony and great food. I radiate electricity. You radiate the good sense to follow this blog. Many thanks.
Somewhere in Southern California – Scum never sleeps and when I am here neither do I.
I am walking, remembering and observing the alleyways and thoroughfares of Hollywood. Strong whiffs of sun dried piss and failed attempts at stardom rise from the streets. Men are caught fist fighting in a ditch. I turn away, absorb the view then ignore the sight. I am swimming and chilling in a pool out in the valley. Summer love.
It is deliriously hot yet I am in a most joyful place. There is nothing else like it.
Somewhere in Southern California – It had been a long time since I’d drank from the well of the kitsch tiki gods in their artificially queer environment, a vintage tiki bar. Tiki Ti in East Hollywood and Tonga Hut in North Hollywood both served in quenching this city island maiden’s thirst. Both joints have limited seating, amazing bartenders and decades old decor dressing their interiors. The drinks I enjoyed were extremely fun and worth every penny.
The outfit I wore to Tonga Hut is the look featured above. The 1950s vintage replica Polynesian dress [Collectif] I paired with assorted stacked bracelets and bangles [AliExpress] and Polly of Hollywood-style black sparkle mules [Bordello]. My animal print abstract catseye 1950s style sunglasses I later gave away to a dear girl friend who sweetly hounded me for.
If you are out west and this scene is your thing, please do yourself a favor and dive right in. You will not be disappointed.