I captioned my latest Facebook profile pic with the new hair, “Back in Black. Me and AC/DC.” So I figured here, we’d switch it up with an Amy Winehouse reference. At least as far as I know, it was her song first?
My boi Happy, at my parents’ house, seated at the table like a person!
AW!!!
I’ll have to get a decent pic of the other cat, soon, the one who still lives with me. She deserves a little online attention, too. Besides, she’s far more patient with the “pawparazzi.” He’s a lot trickier to photograph. Very anti-phones-pointed-at-him.
Now, here’s a pic of me from just now. Once again posed in front of the French Quarter shower curtain of which I am ridiculously proud.
Why is this of interest? The hair color isn’t brand new anymore. But I did discover something ELSE today!
I had previously picked up that same top in a bright pink, for my Crow Barbie costume. Possibly even right away, the pink one seemed a bit big. I’d taken off the tags before trying it on (bad idea), so I kept it.
This one, the purple version, with the same thumb holes in the cuffs and the lattice back that shows off one of my tattoos, is two sizes smaller than that one.
It was the last of these tops available in this color, already in clearance by that point. I wasn’t sold on it, because it was just tight enough to show some of the less flattering texture of my belly. But a coworker talked me into buying it, and I reasoned maybe it would fit better, in time.
I would likely feel a teensy bit more confident in it, with a smidge more weight lost, but it already looks much, much better. I would’ve worn it to work, but the shoulders showed my bra straps, and I didn’t want to go full-on strapless.
My strapless bra is such a mystery to me! With the straps in place, it fits pretty well. In the beginning, I would have even said it was a bit snug in the cups. But once I unfasten the straps, the cups seem too big?! At least on one side, for sure. I imagine it still would have stayed up, had I decided to wear it sans-straps all day. It’s a pretty solid, quality bra. A different shirt just seemed the easier option.
I kinda dug my outfit today, but didn’t realize until I was almost at work, that I had spilled some jam on my shirt. Spot-treated it as best I could. It lightened up but didn’t come all the way out. Fortunately, it was a darker top, so it should all come out in the wash. And no one commented.
With today’s subtly-jam-spotted, dusky-toned, dark mauve top, I wore my black bootcut leggings. SO incredibly comfortable. Had to special order cuz I am just a wee lass of 5’4.” The regular lengths come down past my heels.
And a thrifted necklace that I really love.
Will have to one day soon get a pic of that fit, without the stain.
At least it fell on something dark, and not into the nearby basket of clean laundry, awaiting sorting. Another bad idea– leaving clean laundry near the kitchen.
So, yes, it at least seems like I have made more progress with weight loss, based on how I remember this top looking when I bought it.
Hopefully soon, once my transportation options have expanded again, I’ll have more adventurous pics to share, and stories to tell. Meanwhile, I do have tomorrow off. I suppose I could see about getting a ride somewhere adventure-y. I’ll think that over and see. At the very least, I am definitely well beyond the threshold of needing groceries.
And there’s always the library, or a bookstore. But I will see if I can come up with something spicier than that. Not to mention, I am up to my EARS in books. And I also started yet another reread of Lost Souls. I may change my mind, but I was thinking, what if I just read it on repeat, indefinitely? Wait a few days then start it over? While reading other things?
I do plan on spending some time just chillin at home, too. Got a lot to catch up on around here. Maybe I can find a balance of both.
Also, while I can’t share it here, I don’t think, because copyright, I saw a very funny meme using a still I believe from Stand By Me. 80’s-era Kiefer Sutherland. Just happened upon it, through one of the pages I follow. Filled me with so much glee, since I’m still plugging away at my stuff inspired by The Lost Boys.
Nice little synchronicity moment, especially since the meme came from a witchy account. Woo! So fun. The universe reflecting my delight back at me. Or so it would seem. I’m superstitious, I know.
For the curious, it was a snippet of dialogue from Sutherland’s bad boi, rhetorically asking, “Would you two just shut the f*** up?” posed as a response for when Jehovah’s Witnesses come to your door.
Not that I would be that rude.
I may have once agreed with all their points about the pagan influences seen in many secular Christian holidays, flabbergasting them, before saying, “Well, yeah, I’m pagan.” No f-bombs, however.
But, it made me giggle. And he looked awful pretty.
Lastly, also (mostly) black, like Happy the cat and my new hair, here’s a piece of art I gave to one of my therapists, because I guess her daughter loved vampires, and she SWORE it looked just like her?!?! She was VERY insistent that I give it to her, when I had just brought it in to show her LOL.
Looking at it now, I wonder how this could look like anyone since it’s relatively abstract. But who knows? I’m not sure if she ever showed me a photo. I just hope it brought her daughter some joy.
I also once had a college roommate (literally my ONLY roommate ever, unless you count kiddo, or before her, her shady baby-daddy) BEG me to give her an oil pastel drawing, which began with the rough idea of hellfire or the gates of hell.
As it was still in progress, she said the shapes looked more like wild, red hair. She was a redhead (strawberry blonde, I would say, and freckled) and ADORED the end results. I’ve since lost it, and kind of wish I had given it to her, now. Not sure if she would have held on to it all these years later. That would have been back in 1997 or 1998.
I did, however, once gift a couple one of the paintings I had in my trunk, when they helped me with a flat tire. And, I have given other things to friends, since. Maybe also a neighbor or two. Not sure why I was so possessive of that drawing my roommate wanted. Alas.
I guess I have since learned that I am far from organized enough to hold onto physical copies of everything I have ever made ever, and that it’s never a bad thing to share. Ideally, yes, I would be getting paid for my work. Hopefully, that will still come, in time.
Regardless, I hope whatever art of mine may still be floating around out there, somewhere, still makes someone smile, from time to time. That’s a humble legacy, all by itself.
All the Bright and Sparkly Things 
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