When I’m not wearing boots I wear ugly statement shoes. I think I’m revolting against spring or whatever this shit is. Warm weather is bullshit. My sneakers are called Himalayan Campers. They’ve been discontinued, probably due to their sheer ugliness, but you can find them on E-bay. Also, love em’ or hate em’ you’ll never find a shoe that makes people’s heads whip around like these. They’re also crazy comfortable and I’ve gone hiking in mine. The rest of everything is listed below. Today we are in Bern, Switzerland. I’ve seen quite a lot of the world at this point and I can confidently say it’s one of the most enchanting places I’ve visited. I read that it is one of the top ten cities of the world for quality of life. That sort of baffles me since we paid $29 for a late night McDonalds snack. If you ever come to Switzerland know that everything is mad expensive and the average restaurant check for two people is around $80 without alcohol. Yikes. What really drew me here is my hero, Albert Einstein. He had a flat here and the number of his flat is my lucky number. We’re going to find it tomorrow so I can lick the front door.
So here I am in Switzerland and I loooove it. We rented a car because we’re going to drive to Bern and Lucerne and take pictures of all the things. It’s one of the trickier places we’ve been because the language is German and alas, we do not speak German. What did people do before GPS? Also I am overcome with a writing bug. I cannot stop writing. And it’s not even the book I’m supposed to be working on. This is how it goes, I’ll be in the bathroom blow drying my hair, or walking down a street, and all of a sudden (completely out of the blue) words will hit me. Not just any words, it’s the words you as readers underline, tattoo on your bodies, and assert are you favorite quotes. It’s the good shit, guys. They hit me when I’m busy and I can hear them in my head so clearly, but if I don’t hurry, if I don’t get them down as fast as I can-they leave me. Josh is used to me sprinting across rooms, rushing toward my computer with a strange look on my face. He knows not to speak to me when I’m like that. If he speaks to me I could lose the words. Do you know what this means? It means that a lot of the time I look like a crazy person. I have shoved him out of the way a time or two, and all to get to my computer. Life with an artist, eh?
Anyway, here is my outfit post. I purchased my suede, blush moto in London earlier this year with the intent of wearing it on my honeymoon. I found a dupe jacket since mine is on the pricier side. The dupe is under sixty bucks! I also included plus size options for the moto and the tights. My shoes! They are legit the ugliest things I have ever seen. There are pearls inside of silver grommets and the whole thing reminds me of a skin disease. I love them for this reason. Anyway, I’ll update soon…and hopefully finish my book. Fingers crossed for me!
Okay, I didn’t wear a dress on Easter. I didn’t even eat ham. There was no egg hunt, or excited children come Easter morning rushing out of their rooms. I didn’t buy baskets and fill them with treats. My children’s father had them this year. That’s the life of a divorced mom with children. Sometimes it’s sad, but mostly I’m happy that my ex husband and I have such a healthy relationship, and that our children have never seen fighting or contention. We live five minutes apart and we parent well together. We are friends and I’ll be honest, it was a long hard road to cultivate that. He sent me pictures of them hunting for eggs, and at church. And that’s okay. Because they are loved, and they are the center of both of our worlds. We divvy up holidays without a parenting plan, or mediator. We don’t have a custody arrangement. We just work at it. It’s hard but doable. It’s a matter of forgiveness and kindness-often of humility. I did send him a text midday that said, Fourth of July is mine MOTHERFUCKER! In good humor, of course.
So, my Easter was part of the first two days my new husband and I had alone. He went back to work right after the wedding, and since our honeymoon isn’t until May we haven’t seen much of each other during our first week of marriage. I was depressed about it. I miss him always, but especially with this shiny commitment band on my ring finger. On Easter we dressed casually and went to a chain restaurant for lunch. Then we made-out and snuggled on the couch for the rest of the day. Side-note: I rarely sit down never-mind cuddle on the couch. I’m a Go! GO! Go! person. So, it was nice and out of routine for busy ol’ me. I’ll do a blog soon on how I try to do everything without help (Bad idea). Don’t do that. I’m learning to ask for help. Anyway, here is my Easter outfit. I recognize that half of America is in temperatures that reach the eighties, and half of us are still wearing sweaters. It’s a hard time for fashion blogging. So, take what you will from this post, but I hope you take encouragement if you’re divorced, and if you’re just here for the clothes take JOGGERS. Casual joggers, sophisticated joggers. They’re my favorite. I included a plus size pair as well. Also, my sneakers. I either get the side eye for wearing them, or lots of compliments. You’ll love them if you’re a weirdo like me. Scroll right for more options.
I thought we needed this today.
Purse snob! Hello, here I am. It’s true. I veer toward the popular brands like Louis, Celine, Gucci. Shallow, I know. I buy a shallow purse every time I publish a book. Except this year I did not. Why? I guess maybe because I have a wedding coming up and there were so many expenses that go along with that. But, last month, right before I left for England I decided that I needed a new bag. One with a zipper, because do you guys remember my Paris pickpocketing experience? Never again will I travel without a bag that zips closed. Anyway, I didn’t want to spend a mortgage payment on a bag. I found this magic little number. Matte black, tassel, leather, cross-body option. It fits my Macbook, a good sized novel, my makeup bag, and there’s still room. I love this bag more than my shallow, name brand bags. If you’re considering one I posted two different sizes below. One is the suede smaller version if you don’t intend on hauling your laptop around. As for my Nikes, I’ve lived in these for weeks. I love them so much. Be careful when ordering sizes they’re listed as men’s. I am a size NINE women which is a SEVEN in men.
Ever since my friend Rebecca Donovan came to visit I’ve been hooked on champagne. Seriously though she takes champagne with her wherever she travels, and also loads and loads of jewelry. She’s like Mary Poppins when she starts taking things out of her bag; except everything is shiny and filled with bubbles. Scarlet and I were mesmerized. I bought this long blazer because it reminds me of Rebecca and our drunk champagne nights. I’m not even sure I like champagne, but I drink it now because she left so many bottles in my fridge. Anyway, I included a couple of different boot styles in the post. The pair that I’m wearing are mostly sold out, so in case you can’t find your size check out the other styles. There’s one pair on a GREAT sale.
Errrrybody wanted to know about the sweater so here she is. Cable knit, comfortable, sexy, slouchy. Need I say more? I tried to find a similar style that won’t break the bank, but I wasn’t successful. I went back twice for it and talked myself out of the purchase both times. In the end it haunted me. I can say that Free People does not disappoint. The quality of their clothes ensures that you’ll be wearing whatever you buy for years.
When I bought my boots I figured people would think they’re the ugliest thing they’d ever seen. And maybe they are, but I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! And apparently many of you do too. I bought them in Camden Town in my beloved London. Little shop with funky leather boots. I can’t find them online guys, but I did find some similar boots which are quite a bit more affordable. Speaking of London, I can’t quit it. I’ve been watching British movies, reading British books, and daydreaming of living in my favorite city. Please, God, please. I’ve never been more in love with any place. Anyway, links below and I hope you have a very merry Christmas, friends.
I’m not going to lie and tell you that I don’t have a lot of clothes. I do. Especially sweaters. I am a sweater junkie, and I had no idea that when I lived in Florida I was continuously depressed because I couldn’t wear sweaters. Okay, that’s a stretch. I was depressed living in Florida for many reasons, but I didn’t even own sweaters when I lived there. What type of life is that, you know? These are a few of my favorite sweaters. You all ask me about that grey waffle Leith a lot. And I get so many compliments on the mustard sweater I’m wearing in the pic. They do have it in black! Links below.
Welcome to my home! I like dinosaur bones, and alligator book-ends, and at Christmastime I like all the plaid. EVERYTHING PLAID! I also like a really comfortable pair of wedges. These are probably my favorite pair, and I wear them most often. The fringe adds a little something to a plain outfit, but I know fringe isn’t for everyone. Remember, if you have shorter legs wearing a wedge with skinny jeans will give the illusion of length. Also, this cable knit sweater is something I wear once a week. This time I tucked in the front for a different look and i really liked it. Felt like something new.
Personal story: this week Ryder decided he wants to be a playwright. He’s been writing plays, practicing plays, and in general tormenting us with plays. I have to say, this is the strangest phase he’s ever gone through. At night he’s actually been crying himself to sleep over some internal play drama. I’m all like “SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR ART, RYDER! You don’t see me crying do you?” (he does). Anyway, I always thought Scarlet would be the angsty artists, but…