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When: Monday, Feb. 23rd, 2009.

What: James Jeans, H&M dress-as-top, white leather motorcycle jacket from Bebe. Black and white silk scarf from Italy, courtesy of my BFF’s travels there years ago. Stiletto boots from Charles David. (Come back, Butane! I ? you!) Classic silver watch by Guess.

Confession: My new job is making me totally geek out all over again. I bet the last thing y’all would expect is that I previously managed not one, but TWO organization’s networks, IT departments and myriad databases! Some things you never really shake, like being a Linux geek who once only ever used command-line email clients, bits of SQL, the thrill of a perfectly written query and wanting to lick your monitor because your outputs are so so so fucking pretty.  Anyway, after all that having gone dormant in recent years, just like that it’s like BOOM! Oh hai. U R such a fucken nerd!

Scent: Parfumerie Generale’s Private Collection Psychotrope, with notes of cyclamen, violet, jasmine, lilac, woods, black leather, and musk. When you open it up and apply it, it kind of stalk-stomps out of its glass in a dark floral cloud. Shit is moody. It’s supposed to be a flower with leather petals, or some sort leather core tightly wrapped in protective flowers, but the sweetness is lost on my skin, and all that’s left is the leather and stern, powdery violet. M said it smelled like a flower market on my neck, but on my wrists it smelled “like a flower market forgotten in the bottom of someone’s drawer.” The petite was not a fan either! I envy women who can wear this with the sweetness it was meant to embody!

PS. The name of this post came from a very good old friend of mine who is no longer a friend of mine. It stuck. She didn’t! I rather like it. (The quote, that is.) It suits me, although I’m not even sure what one’s mother would say about me, in the way of warnings.

When: Sunday, Nov. 23rd, 2008.

What: Dry aged denim by James Cured by Seun Jeans with black cotton tank by Michael Stars. This short-sleeved, striped cardigan is from Italy and I got it thrifted! I love it and want to wear it with a sexy black pencil skirt, belted. Black leather heels are by Guess.

Confession: This morning we had to get up terribly early. It was godawful, but it lead to a delicious brunch in Rockridge at Citron, an elegant little bistro with authentic French and Mediterranean dishes. I had a poinsettia (like a mimosa, but with cranberry juice instead) and the Fall pumpkin pancakes with whipped butter, Vermont maple syrup and a side of breakfast potatoes. The tomboy had a mimosa with chilaquiles verde: slow roasted pork with eggs, spicy salsa verde and guac, crema and potatoes. After we ordered, they brought us tiny beignets to tide us over! It was all so, so good. This puppy kept us company, and we sat outside of another cafe in the sun to read the SF Chronicle for a little while: