Making do with what I have: Little grey dress

So I've seen it done time after time in shopping and fashion mags, but I wanted to try it myself. I took one basic dress and put together three different types of outfits using accessories in my possession. It was fun, it made me feel soo creative, and it's nice seeing that I get more use out of single items that I'd thought. Here we go!

The dress:

My first idea was putting together a warmer-weather outfit. Maybe for a nice spring day. I put my hair up in a ponytail, grabbed a couple costume pearl necklaces, and slipped into a pair of white peep-toe flats. This is what I came up with:

The second outfit is more everyday. Due to my limitations using my digital camera, please forgive me if not everything is especially (or at all) visible. I pulled my hair up in a messy side bun, put on a headband, added a few cheapie grey and black bracelets and a pair of hoop earrings, got into a pair of black leggings, and completely invisible to you, I also wore a pair of black patent leather slingback flats. Here's the result:

Finally, what would such a versatile dress be if it couldn't be dressed up? To get a night-on-the-town look, I pulled a few strands of hair to the side with a couple bobby pins, buckled into a wide sparkly silver belt (that had actually come with the dress), put on a pair of vintage clip on gemstone earrings and a black stone necklace, and added a pair of black patent pumps to complete this look. For your viewing pleasure, I present my last outfit:

 Hope you like these outfits and that I inspire you to play around within your own wardrobe. So often I'll look at Nordstrom's website or pass by a Macy's and practically salivate with desire. As my wallet cannot handle all that I want, sometimes I need to remember to want what I have.

His name is Rick

Rick Springfield, that is! I've been listening to some of his songs at work lately, and I noticed something. He has got to be the most attractive 60-year-old ever. He is seriously gorgeous, and does not look anywhere near his age.

It seems that he also has a sense of humor about himself. I found this amazing song where he details how everyone confuses him with Bruce Springsteen. Enjoy!

A Lasting Love

We live in a world of fickle hearts. We grew up hearing about Prince Charming and happily ever afters, but we also grew up watching marriages crumble and sex selling in every medium out there. Where, in all of this, is love?

I am one of those walking contradictions; a cynical romantic. I've seen the ups and downs, I've seen people fall in love, and I've seen people fall out of love. It seems like the older generations knew something we didn't.

Despite her death over a quarter century ago, John Wooden still writes his wife Nell love letters. It reminds me of that sappiest of sappy movies, The Notebook.

In all of disillusionment and wariness, I sincerely hope that I may one day experience this kind of love.

P.S. Thanks, Christina, for posting this on your facebook!

Interesting things happen at work

As I was writing a post on my other blog, one of my co-workers told me that he had a strange favor to ask. I looked up at him, tilted my head, and said "okay."

"Can I have a piece of your long hair?"

Um...this kinda took me off guard. My first thought was that he and the rest of his group were going to build an evil clone, but my rational side got the better of me.

"Why, may I ask, do you need a strand of my hair?"

"Well, we need something relatively transparent for a picture that we're taking for a suspension."

Okay, this made sense. It's extremely difficult to see individual strands of hair in pictures.

Guess there will never be an evil clone running around.

Ciao!

~K

Missed connection

Being bored at home, I occasionally browse the Craigslist personals. I found both my apartment and my job through Craigslist, so I know it does work.

Back to the personals. One of my favorite parts is the "missed connections". It's story after story of some poor soul having met or maybe just saw someone who caught their fancy. Unfortunately, that fabulous person usually slips right through their fingers. Thus...missed connection.

Some of them are hilarious, some are kinda sad, and some are seriously weird. One time I read one that had taken place at a local club, on a night that I'd been there. It was amazing...the person described me perfectly.

I want that again. I want to be someone's missed connection. In fact, I want to be quite a few people's missed connection. To have that allure, that "special something" that makes them take notice of you. Possessing an allure that lingers in their minds for the rest of their lives.

I want to be that missed connection!

Growing Up Well

Recently, while I was Facebook chatting with a guy I graduated highschool with, he told me that I had really grown up well. My first thought was, how exactly does one grow up "well"? So I asked him what he meant.

"Well, you were a bit awkward back then."

This hit the nail on the head. I was a pretty sheltered girl, didn't really know how to socialize, and wasn't that great at putting together outfits. On top of that, I had braces throughout all of highschool, as well as bad skin. To put it bluntly, I was a dork. Not the pretty Rachael Leigh Cook if-I-just-take-off-my-glasses-I'm-gorgeous dork, but a real dork.

I'm not sure what specifically has changed to make me the way I am, and I wasn't paying attention to the steps along the way. All I know is that when I look in the mirror, I more often like what I see than not. This is the complete opposite to how it used to be. My acne has cleared up, my teeth are straight, I have learned how to live with my curly hair and straighten it when I can't. I can apply make-up properly and can clothe myself in a flattering manner.

All in all, I suppose my friend was right; I have grown up well. What about you, random readers? How have things changed for you since your highschool days?

Halloween P.S.

For those curious about this year's and last year's costumes, here they are! Last year in my honey bee outfit was fun, but it was the first time I'd really tried out the "sexy" thing with a costume. It was nerve-racking at first, wondering if my butt was showing. Eventually, I got over it and enjoyed myself. There were also wings that aren't shown in this image, but I really didn't like them.

Glenda and I went together to a party, and she was a Bollywood dancer. She had made her own costume, while I took the easy route and rushed to a party store to find something cute that would fit me. This is what I got.

This year, I don't yet have a picture of me in my costume. However, I do have the picture of the costume from ebay. I'm thinking that the model will look a wee bit better in it than me. Oh well.