Review of Plato's Closet. Hoodwinked.

.I got hoodwinked. 

Wink almost makes it sound cute; hood, tough. But it's not! It's damaging to the ego & will have you stewing in the parking lot for at least 30 minutes, while you blow-up rant-Tweet, and eventually call your mother on the verge of tears so that she can tell you everyone makes mistakes and, no, you're not supposed to learn all of your lessons on negotiating just by watching the poor people who get duped on Pawn Stars.  

Phew. Good to know.

You see, I went to Plato's Closet.

Laughs. Christine Preddy! To Light a City.

.It is official. 

I am going to visit Christine Preddy--the Christine Preddy--for Memorial Day Weekend.

Christine & Me. Cork, Ireland.
Circa 2006.

Christine, aside from being the most giving, loving, creative, exuberant, & contentious friend, educator, environmentalist, innovator & advocate

Looks. To & Fro: Casual Day to Casual Night.

.To & Fro.

This shall be a recurring series where I present shades of ensembs. Day to Night. Office to Weekend. Casual to Formal. Possibilities have no end. Infinite. Love a good math equation...

(See. I just made fashion, mathematical & academic.)

Looks. Like Christmas Morn.

Awk mirror phot.

Paired & Patterned.

Know when, on Christmas what- have-you, you finish opening all of your presents--which are clothes, if you're like me--and then, soon as you shed those 'jamas, you

On Emerging Adulthood and Shopping. All the Grown Up Things I've Done Today.

Today, I did some very grown-up things.

Bombshell Buys.
(Which I didn't buy. But wanted to.)

For one, I went grocery shopping. Gasp. That's right. To buy groceries. Celery, cucumber, wheat bread, soup cans, Golden Grahams. (They're whole wheat.)


For another, I filled 2 Rx's & picked them up the same day. That's big time. (Didn't even stop in the cosmetics isle despite several delicious coups that have been begging for some love.) #CVS .

Perhaps the most grown-up thing I've done today is ... (almost) stayed within my budget at Target.

On Relationships and Hey Arnold. Helga Pataki Syndrome.

5th grade. Iroquois Middle School. West Irondequoit. Gym class. Ending. Chucked a football 'cross court & hit this guy (I removed his real name b/c what if it is illegal...)--smack!--right in the side of the dome. Boom. Helga Pataki Syndrome. Please read on:

Looks. 4 Fun. Outfits.

.Fun.

20. Friday. April.

Water. Street. Music. Hall.

Rochester. NY.

 I am so exciiiited & can contain it no longer. Fun. is coming to Rochester, NY. To a smaller music venue. And I am going to be there. With friends. Friday. THIS Friday. FUN.