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HISSYFIT CONFESSION: Last night M saunters in from her poker game at work, grinning even though she didn’t win, a bottle of Nicolas Feuillatte in hand (they give her one every year on her anniversary), talking about how she was invited at the last minute to a work excursion ON A YACHT for a CHAMPAGNE LUNCH during the first real BLUE ANGELS SHOW of FLEET WEEK on the bay. It was for everyone on the team of a specific project she wasn’t on, but had put in so much work on that they wanted to include her, which is super awesome. Not so awesome? She couldn’t take me with her, obviously! Pout, pout, pout.

No matter that I’d been geeking out on the air shows all day long and had pretty much memorized the schedule. Thursday, noon – practice. Friday, 2PM – practice, 3PM – show. Saturday…you get the picture. Anyway, I decided to put my big girl panties on and go with her today no matter what. My plan was to send her off and then find a nice spot on the wharf somewhere to watch all by lonesome. With a flask, preferably. M threatened to kill me if I let any hot tomboy pilots pick me up and take me for a ride, though, so there went that plan! (Pfft…whatever happened to Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell?)

Tune back in tomorrow for more pics and the rest of the story. Yes, I’m a tease. I know. But the tomboy just made a round of cosmos and it’s urgent. And guess what?! Sunday = cowgirls, go-carts and In & Out for a very special birthday girl’s celebrations. It’s going to be a good weekend, y’all. Have fun!

CONFESSION: Tuesday seems so very long ago that I can scarcely remember what even happened that day. I woke up, pouted about heading to a photo shoot in the South Bay for a meeting, the overcast of morning clearly refusing to budge, I wore this beret and piled on olive green eyeshadow because I felt moody, arrived at the photo shoot, admired a necklace, attempted to download some software, declined offers to shoot and/or be shot, smoked cigarettes, drove back, went to the library…oh! So, two things about this outfit. The dress looks like a nightie when it’s not belted, which I kind of love, and the great little shrunken, perfectly faded denim jacket belongs technically to the petite. Oh!

When: Friday (I’m in love), July 11th, 2008.

What: James Cured by Seun jeans, white lace-trimmed tank from Mimi & Coco, plaid blouse from the Gap. Black patent and gray suede belt with silver hardware from Tristan. Mary Jane wingtip shoes by Linea Paolo from Nordstrom and various silver jewelry (clang-clang-clang) from Juniper Tree and Spoiled in Oakland, CA.

Confession: As soon as I slipped my shoes on and made my way to the door this morning, M was all “YAH! Shiny punk rock cowgirl!” and I looked at her, pursing my lips. I didn’t realize I was emulating (snicker) a cowgirl look. Quite frankly, I ripped the whole concept off a DKNY ad, but you know what? COWGIRLS UP!

The shiny comment was with regard to all the noise caused by my wristwear (that term drove me nuts when Lucky or Elle or whoever the fuck decided it was OK back in late Winter/early Spring ’08, and I use it here mockingly) – a pile of hammered silver bangles with a massive silver pyramid bracelet that clacks loudly whenever I move my arm abruptly. Like a teacher banging a ruler down on a desk.

Denim-only Confession: Can we talk about denim? This hurts me, because I have around $1200 in Blue Cult jeans loitering in my closet, and I can’t wear them. I CAN’T WEAR THEM. They are one inch smaller in size than the jeans pictured here. Just the one, and that inch (it’s an angry one, cue Hedwig!) is the difference between nice and snug and hugging my revered ass just right, and offending people and making fancy denim lovers everywhere cry for my pants. O seams so stretched, O dry-aged organic denim tortured with thy thighs! For some reason, I have another pair of the Seun jeans in the taunting smaller size, and they fit me just fine. Hmph. I am going to the gym now.

Side note: I don’t know WTF is wrong with my camera, but my pictures from this week don’t feel as crispy as previous ones. I will tinker with it but for now: SONY, I FUCKING HATE YOU! Eat a bag of dicks. Here is a special treat for the charming Kelly Alice – a close-up of the shoes! She also suggested a shoe feature, which I hope to incorporate here very soon:

Hopefully, I’ll be back on Sunday with fun weekend outfits! I have special events (a date!), so OOOH!