Things that I love when it's 85 degrees out

 Heatwave!

 Not the song so much as the actual melting, sweaty, miserable event. San Diego has had some of the muggiest weather the past few weeks. I don't know how anyone can live in a place that has these kinds of summers. Every year for pete's sake!

 So, sun tea has in constant supply. A $3 box of plain old Lipton black tea and I think I'll be good til Christmas.

 Fans are on constant rotation in the house. We could just turn on the AC like normal folk but then I might never leave the house.

Also, shorts are in here at Ole Miss. Unfortunately, I only have two pairs so my wardrobe lately has been well.. sloppy. But on the plus side, I can't stop listening to Janis Joplin today. Have some.

Coming Up with Titles is Tough Sometimes

Good Morning! 

Lord Almighty- how is it June already? Well, I can barely keep the days of  the week straight lately so it isn't much of a surprise that summer has come without me noticing. Although, the June Gloom has started early as it's been cloudy plus a little rain last night. Clouds or no, we kicked off the summer in appropriate pool party fashion yesterday-  coworker of The New Boy threw a little get-together at her amazing and much envied by me house.

 Of course, we headed right for the hammock...

And then bummed around the cabanaesque patio...

While TNB was the first in the pool.

We also met the sweetest dog, Monty!

The big sunhat was highly unnecessary seeing as how there was no sun.

And here's a Good Morning song that I woke up with in my head.

Photos I never got around to posting: Or A Pacifying Post

Some pictures showing off this crazy San Diego winter weather- ahaha! A bunch of us meet up in Old Town and had a mini goodbye fest for DC. She traded all this for some San Francisco action and I miss her something awful!

Some photos from when I went to see the Silent Comedy boys play.  I was going to use these for a prep post but didn't end up taking enough of them to do it proper. The bow on the purse is a little trick I picked up from The Freelancers Fashion Blog.

  

Kitties and Day-Glo Jesus. Enjoy!

Brand Shining New Obsession

ML turned me onto Pintrest which appears to be a virtual pin board for all your lovely to do/ to have/ to remember photos and images. You can upload and share those inspirations and find brand new ones to steal your hard earned money. 


My apologies if this site ruins your life like it has mine...


Please accept some nifty music as reparation

It's 58 Right Now

and we have 5 mph winds coming from the north. I don't think I can recall a time when we've had northern wind.


Anyway, this post isn't about the weather. It's about music.


Yesterday, I worked at the KFMB station for the first time in months. It's always a trade off working there. On one hand, everyone is always so happy to see me again- asking me if I've lost weight and telling me how much they missed me. Who doesn't love that?
But on the other hand, I'm stuck in a small little cave for 9 hours at a time by myself without so much as a cigarette break. Nightmarish. Add to that the fact that business was pretty slow and I was practically bouncing off the walls. My only saving grace was that I had a fully charged ipod to help offset the madness. And that got me thinking on how much music affects my day to day.
My music is one my few constants- it's always playing, in the car, on breaks, even right now I'm blogging to music. I realize that I spend more quality time with my music then I do with some close friends. And it isn't that I have such a huge collection of songs- I don't. I have maybe 15 bands that I listen to with any regularity. So, I'm certainly not varied with my music tastes but what I do like is always brilliant. With only 15 slots, I don't want to waste time with music that makes me anything but supremely happy.




Like Red Hunter.

Or Redding. Or Peter and the Wolf. He goes by a lot of names. He is one of the greatest things to come out of Texas. He also got me through a bad break-up and came along for my first road trip with the SC boys.






And The White Stripes.
Whom I had to listen to in secret my first year in college after I rashly denounced them in my English Literature class as doing nothing more then coattailing The Doors. My god, I was stupid at 19.






Then there's Miss Gillian Welch and this song which hold one of the most gut wrenching lines in all of music....






Devendra Banhart With his improbable name and nicety- he never fails to make me wish it was summer. And that's a feat as I hate summer.






And Far Who ruled my life from 2000 til 2005. And yeah, okay- they still get a fairly strong say.






And Colin Meloy.... Who once had a little band. And before they called it quits, that little band created my single favorite song in the world. He could have stopped there and still had my eternal gratitude but no, He iced the cake and formed the Decemberists.

Regarding shopping schizophrenia and birthdays

A lot of girls will say that their shopping weakness is shoes or purses or maybe something completely different- like model trains. And while I do love shoes and purses and (to a lesser extent) scale models, my real shopping weakness is events. 98% of my purchases happen when I've got a fancy party or a trip or show coming up. I get an image in my head of how I want to look and then scour the internet and local vintage shops in an effort to force that mental image into outfit reality. 

 The process goes a little something like this....

Self: Oooh, I'm going to a work holiday party with The New Boy this month. Dang, what am I going to wear?

Frugal Self: Don't go buying a new dress- you have a million hanging in the closet. Wear one of those.

Self: Alright, I do love The Wedding Dress and I've only worn it twice....

Indulgent Self: But what about shoes? It's the holidays and nothing says the holidays like red shoes. 

Frugal Self: We have red shoes.

Indulgent Self: They're falling apart.

Self: That's true, ok I'll buy some new shoes and I'll make sure they're fairly inexpensive.

Indulgent Self: And a giant statement bracelet...

Frugal Self: No way! Totally unnecessary.

Self: Hmmmm...

Indulgent Self: And new underwear!

Frugal Self: What are we, made of money or something???

Self: Ummm...

Indulgent Self: AND YOU HAVE TO GET A NEW PURSE!

Frugal Self: THIS IS WHY WE STILL LIVE WITH OUR MOTHER!! BECAUSE YOU CAN'T BUDGET YOUR MONEY!!

Self: Both of you just shut up! You're not even real- you're just Freudian manifestations of my own internal dialogue.

End scene.

Ok, so here's what I ended up buying.

 Bangle set I picked up from Taneesi Jewelry on Etsy.

 

New Red Shoes from modcloth

And a whole bunch of pretty underthings from Dollhouse Bettie.

I showed all kinds of restraint and did not buy a new purse since I own a perfectly lovely red evening bag that was a gift from ML. Also, it's my birthday so that mean I have to share this which has been my birthday song for something like 8 years now. I don't think I've ever posted Jonah here but He is another of my favorite people and I will forever love his music. so here ya go. 


Jonah Matranga Live at WAH part three // 14-41 from We Are Home. on Vimeo.

Sometimes I like to Glut Myself on Amazing Things

Like this morning.

I'm currently sitting out on the porch under perfectly cloudy skies. While eating a bell pepper and sausage scramble, while drinking a very strong cup of coffee. All while smoking a cigarette and listening to Alison Krauss.

My own personal Bacchanal.

Sadly, it can't last as I need to go get ready for an hour long drive north for the Cass housewarming party. And then back down south for my brother's birthday dinner. 

So, I'll leave you with some Chris Thomas King. I've been listening to the O Brother soundtrack on repeat lately and this song is just so brilliant.

Sometimes I'm just not clever enough to come up with a title!

Good morning.

Sitting here with my coffee after quite an eventful night. We went to El Dorado's summer drink menu release party- I went all mid-century milkmaid with my newly bought sundress, petticoat and the perfect heels. My hair turned out a treat and didn't fall a hour into the night much to my surprise. I love those nights when the superficial things just work.

Alright, shameless photos out of the way- the party was a hit. Drank some early era themed cocktails, watched the hipsters swarm the free sushi and of course, eyed the yummy bartenders.

 Things slowed down while we waited for the band to play- the two glasses of champagne I had were making me sleepy and I started regretting not getting a nap in. Cripes, when did I get so old?

 But everything picked up once the band got underway! They were really good and the lady playing the trombone was adorable with her leopard print pants! It made me miss the jazz set that used to play at Rebecca's and just helped confirm that I need to start tracking down more awesome vintage type things around town.

Baby! Baby!

There hasn't been much time lately for vintage style and the like. Been shlubbing around in jeans and tanks- I'm not gonna lie and say it isn't a bit nice. Besides, it's not like I've been doing all that much this weekend. Catching up on my sleep, finishing the DT series and getting my car fixed. 

Also, I'm at the moment watching Ray on BET. Whoo- talk about some great vintage looks!

Sadly, very few stills from the movie out there but it really has some great examples of 50's fashion. Not to mention great music.

Weeekend Review

Good morning O digital world!

It seems I'm always running at least a day late and this post is no exception to that. In that I went out for KC's birthday this friday and spent the greater part of yesterday eating and visiting and being generally post drunk. The birthday night was also something of an anniversary for ReVamp: as one of the first posts was KC's celebratory happenings last year.

Shameless photos to start- the outfit was something I came up with last minute and ended up loving. It's a bit of a bastardized version of the wedding outfit.

I knew it would be a night filled with Ex's- ex friends, ex loves and ex infatuations. So, for social situations like that it pays to go in with a little wiggle.

 And yes, as every clothing blogger can testify, I often feel inarticulately stupid posing for these photos. And will continue to take shameless photos while feeling foolish- for the good of the blog.

 The night started early meeting the female party goers at a dessertshop for some lively discussion concerning name meanings and the functions of your digestive tract. Then,  KJ and I popped over to Counterpoint to meet up with Eka to drink some delicious beer and fawn all over the gorgeous bartender.

 Down the road to catch back up with the birthday party- drank some less tasty beer, made pleasant chat with The Ex and did a lot of smoking out front.

The party broke up fairly early so KJ and I decided to make it a threefer and go dancing. No photos as I had to abandon the camera in the car but it's just a well. Dancing is sweaty work.

Post party in a recap- woke at 11:30, stumbled out bleary eyed to find potatoes and coffee at The Mission, stumbled out stuffed with potatoes and made our way to Krakatoa. Followed by a few hours of chatting and complaining about how sleepy we were. 


And now I'm laying around in my robe, buying shoes online and I'm pretty sure I'm not getting out of bed today. And I'm also pretty sure this is the best morning.