Tonight is divorcepaperworkpizzaparty night and I can hardly wait...

I'm kidding on the can hardly wait part. But in trying to make the best of it, I've scheduled a pizza for delivery.

And of course, I'm still attempting some form of personal style before I walk off the premises. I admit to being one of those women, or perhaps, THE, only woman out there who hopes my ass still looks fetching in a pair of 501 jeans. Currently I'm down to one pair that's still working for me. Buying trendy jeans is such an ordeal and I'm quite over it. I'm not 30. I'm not 40. And unlike the rest of freaking LA, I don't want to look 20 or 30 either. I'm down with holding 40-something. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.


My feet couldn't take the black shoes again today. I believe it has taken me 6 years to break-in the above shoes.


The painting on the left is a work in progress. It was the one I accidentally left out overnight. Here it is pictured next to a paperback. LaRose might categorize this comparison as Syllogism.

It's a start

I've had these shoes for at least a few years. I thought they might prove to be my everyday shoes, but I was so slow on breaking them in, that only now am I considering wearing them all day. Today they're paired with my 501 shrink-to-fits, a long sleeve black polo, a sweater (totally picked up the wrap look from The Sartorialist) and an outdated handbag in a sort of a houndstooth tweed.

I'm currently sporting this look in the classroom.

The iPhone really should be more accommodating for self-portraits.

Note: the tat's from several years ago. Instead of opting for an Old English gang banger font to spell out my chosen mantra, I chose Japanese characters purely as a design element. Technically is means patience, when viewed while I'm sitting in Pigeon Pose.
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And from the Do Not Attempt This At Home file:
I let Fang out this morning and did a double-take upon noticing that I had left a small painting out to dry between layers yesterday. There it was, sitting on a stool, covered with the morning dew. I'm sure I've done worse in my history of making art and properly caring for it, but at least it was a work in progress and thus gets a pass.

Tired, but had a happy 4th.

I forgot to eat breakfast or lunch, and although I had my afternoon espresso, I was still tired, so I finally called it a half-ass day in the studio and diverted my attention to reading about other people's lives for a change. I stumbled upon one of my links and was reminded that I secretly adore, The Sartorialist. I aspire to dress like the women on this blog. I especially love seeing the older women that mange to stay stylish without being victims.

If you were to run into me on the street somewhere, you would know I am not a slave to current fashion. I avoided buying a designer handbag with tons of hardware, and oversize sunglasses shall never touch my face. I even went so far as to buy Clark Wallabees in Amsterdam 5 years ago, partially due to some nostalgia kick from prep school days, but also as a defiant anti-fashion gesture.

I've worn them twice. They are incredibly comfortable, but the frump factor is way too high, even for me and I haven't the heart to turn them into studio shoes, mainly because they lace up.

So while I haven't seen any images capturing women wearing Wallabees, I did see overalls on the site and felt a sense of camaraderie and hope. I get closer and closer everyday to developing a uniform I can live with.