So….I’m playing FU hooky this week. It’s hot, it’s summer, work is nutty, and I don’t feel like posting. But some of my mother’s Catholic upbringing must have trickled down into my otherwise non-denominational blood, because I just can’t bring myself to not post something. So…to appease my self-flagellating tendencies….I give you……..my SCENTSY ADS. Yep, that is correct. I was a Scentsy model…………behold. enjoy. laugh your ass off. it’s okay…..really……..I know I did!
CommentsHappy “birthday”, America. Thanks for some things, and not so much for others…
And thanks to my manfriend for loaning me his navy blues for this post.
Oh, and for serving. There’s that too.
(Note that “navy blue” is in fact black. Interesting little factoid…)
Well folks, that’s all I’ve got today. wa, waa…….oh, and a .45…….I have that too.
Cheers to you all, and may you enjoy beef patties and firecrackers aplenty.
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Neither a borrower nor a lender be
For loan oft loses both itself and friend
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Poor Polonius. Such a miserly and overbearing old man….must have had his fair share of unfortunate outcomes after lending a helping hand to his fellow man. Or perhaps Shakespeare just needed a wary character to serve as a vessel for his own general mistrust of people. Either way, I hope to never get to a point in my life where this principle makes sense to my way of being.
(sidenote: I find it morbidly appropriate that I happen to be crouching beside a Moneytree brick in this picture, given the topic of my blog…..)
I have been through a few toilsome trials recently that could easily have broken my belief in the giveth-receiveth spirit of living, but thankfully I have people in my life who give happily, readily, on a moment’s notice…and understand me well enough to know I’ll do the same. We are both borrowers and lenders, because our lives are better for it.
At 5:15pm on Monday, just 30 minutes before I had to be at Story Story Night’s latest show – FAiL: Stories of Mistakes and Misfires – I called Kelly in a complete quandary over what to wear. She told me to come by her house, and as I rushed in the door a few minutes later, she gave me a big hug and handed me this spicy persimmon-hued frock. Later, she took these fantastic photos of me in her dress. In exchange, I bought her a ticket to the show and a little Piehole. A perfect trade.
It’s a small thing, loaning a person your clothing (after all, it is just form-fitting material), but it’s a big gesture. It says you trust the person well enough to know you’ll see them again soon, and shows that you care enough about a person’s wellbeing that you want them to feel their best in a crowded room full of strangers.
Doing my best Ophelia impersonation…..
Dress: Adolfo Studio
Shoes: vintage thrift store find, no tag
Black leather purse: gift, no tag
Earrings & long necklace: Hazel Cox
Red glass bead necklace: Antique World Mall
Turquoise Navajo ring: gift from great-grandmother
Beaded bracelet: handmade by Kelly Lynae
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