On the Perfects

It is pretty rare and special to find something that is exactly what you need. Something that just fits so well and is just what you pictured. It can be anything really: a song, a friend, that amazing taco shop down the street that makes the best bean and cheese burritos ever. Or most often in my case, certain articles of clothing.
I have a few pieces in my wardrobe that are on constant rotation. Staples that fit amazingly and I look amazing in and are comfortable! These things are my Perfects.

I have the perfect cropped sweater (in both pink and black) that goes with every 50's outfit I can come up with.
I have the perfect purple high waisted pencil skirt that makes my butt look-well, perfect. Which is quite a feat, let me tell you.
And I also have the perfect round toed heels. The holy grail, be-all end-all shoes. They go with everything (and I mean "I can wear them with my bathrobe and still look put together" everything) I have danced all night at weddings in them, I've worn them for marathon shopping and they are nothing but perfectly comfortable. Now, the problem I have when I find a new Perfect is I feel as though I need it in every variation available.
So, I am now the proud and fashionable owner of two more pairs of my perfect heels. Which brings the count up to....five.

They ain't lying.

Don't they look like delicious ice cream treats? pink and yellow-prefect for spring

Oy- long weekend indeed!

So much crammed into so few days. I love weekends that seem as though they were weeks long- you wonder "Did I really do all that in just three days?"

Friday night was the boy's show at the Birch theater in North park. Perfectly lovely venue and a sold-out show to boot! I wore my new Stop Staring dress, which I've named Prince. Because it's the purple one.

Get it???


Ok, bad dress pun. Moving on.

Did the coffee thing with CJ the next morning,saw the slobberiest bulldog I've ever seen in my life and spent the rest of Saturday doing nothing and loving it.

Sunday was dedicated to the search for a headboard for my future new bedroom. I have this grand idea of making a wood framed tufted headboard and have had no kind of luck finding anything to work for it.

I made the rounds at my favorite thrift furniture shop (nada) and a place called Consignment Classic (even less) They did have some fun pieces that I would have considered had I not been on a specific mission.

A little dusty but also a little awesome.

I already have a vanity. But I want this one too! (This dress is ORV, the original revamp)

This is nothing but a shameless shoe shot.

And now let's all take a moment to mourn the multitude of poor cows who died so someone could make this ugly furniture. Really, who needs this much bovine?

Luckily, I had late night bocci to cheer me up after a day of fruitless searching. We tried out the courts in little Italy and really had a nice little time. I'm thinking I'd like to get people together more often for late night activities. Wholesome late night activities, I mean. Not like late night group orgies or anything. Wow...

Well, so as to not end this post with mention of orgies, I did end up finding a headboard which should work just fine for my plans. Thank you craiglist!

Certainly no prom queen

Unlike many folks, I loved my high school years. I had great friends and a what-the-hell attitude that combined to result in countless fun times. Senior prom was one of them. I went with a good friend of mine, Mack, and wore a gorgeous 30's style dress. Which I still have and will one day fit back into. I swear.

Prom was such a blast, so when my friend JFK mentioned that The Pearl Hotel was going to be putting on a Vintage Prom benefit, how could I not go?

Turns out it was on the same night that I was supposed to go see Nosferatu at the Copley Symphony Hall with The Fancy. Which I wasn't about to miss so I decided the obvious course of action was to ask him to go with me to prom afterwards. That make two proms for two that I asked the boy to be my date. I'm so progressive.

Fantastic night.

The symphony was beautiful and quite entertaining. I found myself watching the musicians more then the actual film. Something about classical music is just so fascinating to me.

We sped over to the hotel, met up with KJ and her man, took corny prom pictures, drank some awful spiked punch and The Fancy did a cannonball into the pool. While wearing his TSC get-up.

The photos were recently published and most were amazingly awkward, unfortunately. But a few turned out public viewing worthy. Luckily, we took massive amounts at our after-prom party (the boys apartment with whiskey and cigarettes)

Bear in mind that the following photos were taken while intoxicated!.

I look so obviously flustered here...

Oh what I do, I do, I do

A small photo sampling of my weekend thus far.

I went out looking for one grey belt-

and $130 later, I came away with a fantastic Friday night outfit.

Against all better judgment, I took KJ on a little shopping expedition for a belt to match my perfect grey shoes. We went to Frock You (mistake number one), then we stopped by the dress rack. (mistake number 2)

And then I popped into the backroom with the shoes. (epic fail)

Yes, yes, I spent money I could ill afford but I really had no choice.

 I'm really odd when it comes to matching colors in outfits. I usually do the dress in a main color and then everything else will be one accent color.

I did manage to show some restraint in not buying a hat while I was there, instead opting to make a little fascinator. Quite often with clothing, I go shopping with a very specific idea in my head of what I want and usually am unable to find the perfect dress or hat or necklace that I pictured. Not at all surprising.

In these instances, rather then get something perfectly nice but not perfect, I attempt to make it myself. Which often turns out to be much more work then I originally thought and I end up in my slip with full hair and make-up, frantically hot-gluing rhinestones and feathers the night of the event.

Well, I dodged the bullet with this project as I started and finished it this afternoon. I'm really quite pleased with it. It's simple but effective. Just like me.

Thus ends my story of good intentions and bad will-power. I am now fully and completely excited for the Silent Comedy show tomorrow night. Perfect outfit, perfect band, perfect times.

A copy of a copy of a copy

Insomnia.

Pause-

Yesterday was filled with small-quiet activities. My favorite weekend ritual of coffee and a cigarette on the patio, facing east. When I size up the sun and lay down my laws for the day.

The graduation party in honor of ML. A few minutes of best friend and old friends and champagne sherbet punch.

A delay in my Mama's flight resulted in a few hours spent at the coffee shop with House of Leaves.  Books are friends and sometimes, I like to catch up with them, see how they're doing, see what's new.  Rarely anything is (they're books, remember?) but sometimes....sometimes.

Which lead to a short visit with The Fancy. Too short but aren't they always?
And that's all I have to say about that.


Retrieved the Wandering Matriarch and spent the rest of the night reading (and scaring myself all right and proper.) Labyrinths and claws and happened/didn't happen are a bad idea after midnight.
Some stories are best left to the daylight hours.