There's this song. 25 or 6 to 4 Chicago I've been told so many times, that I can't even keep track, about its sole meaning and the numbers value and truth. I still don't understand. Lately I've felt the same as this number bound Chicago song. My head shouts out lyrics of numbers that I…
Outfitting Covid-19
Day 2 of the shut down quarantine. Waking to the sound of kids that won't be returning to school for another 175 days. Luckily, mine don't rise until almost 10am...you can hate me now. I once lived your 5am alarm of their opera version of Nessun Dorma in the highest octave known to man. Waking…
Do you hear it
I find solidarity in the quietness of loud music. Feed my soul, clarity of my mind, body moving to the depths of the beat. Not the tinker of the beat that the masses hear. The beat your soul hears. That beat that sends the feels of all your senses to move and quiver and shake.…
18 Karat Gold Armor
Wearing a full suit of armor everyday is ridiculous. God bless those in yester-year who dauntingly slipped on almost 20 pieces of heavy, cold, strong metal to protect the sometimes weak, fragile, scared life within. Do you ever wear armor? Or wish you could? Those vulnerable days when you feel like every stone and sword…
I is for Ironic
The first day is always filled with so many emotions. No matter what type of day it is. I started a new job. A couple actually. Both with kids. Something opposite of what I was doing. Life throws changes and challenges at us and I grabbed these. I love kids. Even sassy ones. Even uniform…
The Batting Cage
Writers block is a hard thing. It's almost been a year since I've written a blog. But then I awake at 4:30am on a Monday, my mind too busy to sleep any longer. More worried at the fact that I haven't written and people will wonder, instead of wanting to write because I enjoy it.…
Picture This – Grown; Age Only
I was back at my favourite fashion disaster destination....the ole 7-11. As I stood in line to pay for my goods, I watched as a gentleman strolled/swaggered across the lot. I couldn't decide if it was a bummed leg/injury/hip replacement candidate or an actual practiced walk. Late 50's, I'd guess. Tricky tho. For what he…
Haute Trip
I was late for work the other day. No big deal since I'm self employed and I didn't have a client. But it was one of those mornings. You know the ones. It started as normal. I woke up and thanked the good Lord for keeping me here one more day. I, then, made all…
Haute Bag-er
I have an addiction. To bags. Purses, clutches, satchels, cinch, envelope, tote, oversized, hobo, saddlebag, messenger, cross body, itty bitty. Give them to me!! A lover of fine bags yet when it comes time to pay, I can't remember what pocket, of what coat or pant I left my card in. I have a wonderful…
Who are you?
Let's be real. 2016 sucked. But so did every other year. And maybe 2016 rocked. Like every other year. And maybe 2017 will suck too. Or rock. But was it really the whole year? Every minute? Every day? Because I'm pretty sure everyday is a new day. It's own day. Don't tell yourself resolution lies.…
Haute Girl Gone Rural 