The beautiful day beckons

Like many a-fickle person, I'm loath to but find myself wanting to blame the dismal weather for my dampened (pun intended) spirits. These photos were taken literally within a span of roughly five minutes by dear Pink because that was really all the time we had. And here's where I let out a big sigh. Ah, back in the day when it was actually too hot for me to foolishly wear tights, long sleeves and heavy boots. Back when it wasn't a week-long rainy fest of gray. I feel like I'm living in London during the 1800s. I expect an old crone to come hobbling out and whisk me away on some Dickensian adventure. If only.

(It's been raining all this week, if that wasn't already clear)

And today I just came back from a day-long trip in the Windy City, which was more of a Windy-and-Steadily-Raining-all-day-City today. But y'know what? It's all good in this tri-state area neighborhood.

Dress- Target  ::  Scarf- stolen from my friend Pink  ::  Boots- Kenneth Cole 925  ::  Lipstick- Revlon Matte "In the Red"

Season of the Blazer

It's that time of year again, everyone. Time to dust off your trusty blazers, because that slight chill in the air isn't going to warm itself. Oh, and scarves, don't forget the scarves (though die-hard hipsters would probably argue that scarves are a year-long thing).

The other female in these set of photos that is clearly not to be confused with me is my dear friend Kirsten. She's ridiculous, derpy, cool, crazy and weird. Once, she jammed to "Party in the USA" and I told her that all her street cred was lost. Then she got it back by not caring about street cred. Boss.

Did I mention derpy? I consider it an important, endearing quality to have.

Top- Nasty Gal  ::  Shorts- Thailand  ::  Shoes- Dolce Vita for Target  ::  Blazer- stolen from Mom, stolen from Ralph Lauren


Time to get back to my stressfully and delightfully busy weekend!

A title would be redundant.

Guess who randomly decided to come back for a spell?

I don't think you want to know that answer.

Shirt- Target (actually stolen from Mom's closet) ::  Shorts- benevolent mystery  ::  Cardigan- H&M  ::  Shoes- Charlotte Russe  ::  Lipstick- Revlon in Siren

Normally I'd be compelled to explain my unannounced absence; but again, I feel like that'd be redundant. Today was just a spark of inspiration, more than I've gotten in awhile.
But I assure you through the power of crappy photography and the internet, that I am alive and well. If you'd like to see significantly more alive internet ramblings, my tumblr is the place to be. :)
Till next (sporadic) time!

Bravo! pour le clown

Bienvenue, messieurs et mesdames.

Will not sit down awhile, listen to The Sparrow and join the circus with us?

The places I've been

Since last I've posted, I've been to...

three towns, four cities, scads of gas stations, one shooting range and too many bars to count.

But lately I've mostly been holed up in the house. Maybe it's time I came back to this place, right here on the interwebs. It's been awhile.

[insert symbolic photograph of your journey and feelings here, you dirty hipster]

But I'm standing still

Where have I been? And while we're (not) asking, where's Hotaru?

We've been off adventuring.

But I've been lounging around like a dilapidated brain all this week. It's quite terrible. One might say that I'm ... trapped in my daily habits.

Yeah no one thought that was funny, either. 




I hope the rest of the photos will come soon in due time!

Kings and Queens have to wait

Dear Whomever It May Concern, 


Charlene hasn't been able to blog because her body has been barraged with various illnesses. It started off with body aches and a sore throat. I was like, OK, I can deal with this. I'm a doctor. Then she came in with a runny nose that wouldn't stop running. I tried using that "is your nose running?" joke on her, but I don't think she appreciated it. She tried to stab me with a thermometer; it didn't go well. 


Now she just won't stop coughing. It's really gross. I was all, "hey I get that you're in the doctor's office, but you don't have to cough all over the place. Show some respect, damn." 


Then she tried to stab me again, this time with a tongue depressor. Let's just say that I'm writing with my other hand now. 


Anyway, Charlene is recuperating nicely with the heavy dosage of drawing and 90s bubblegum pop I've prescribed her. So she'll be fine. And I've since taken away all sharp objects from her. 


Totally from her real doctor,  

Dr. Pepper

Fun fact: I've been listening to a playlist called "FUCK YEAH 90s" nonstop now. It basically contains songs that may not necessarily be from the 90s, but are all from my childhood. Aw man.

This is pretty much my drawing process; start on something, feel stuck, start doodling nonsense things in the sidelines.

But wait! There's more!