Fashion Blog Find
Her name's Kasmira, and apparently she lives in Cincy, which is awesome. Why awesome?
1. Because I didn't know there was such a thing as fashion, fashionable people, or nice clothes in Cincy (if you read this, Kasmira, no offense, I swear!!)
2. It's always nice to find another Ohio person that thinks outside the fashion box
I'm linking her because, well...she wears cute stuff, she's a legwear fanatic like me, and she's not afraid to dress for herself and for no one else. I love that, and I like to celebrate it in others.
She hasn't updated this particular blog in a couple years, but that's okay. It's still a showcase for awesome ideas, inspiration, and encouragement. Plus, she writes cool articles about dyeing things, random fashion advice, and other interesting stuff.
Plus, she's a cute redhead. Cute redheads are always in style. XD
If I can wax metaphysical for a minute, I have to express how strange it all is to watch your life rebuild itself before your eyes, to watch your intentions come together and build something solid and stable, something that you only dreamt about.
Yeah, guys....I'm sort of feeling the need to get a little bit personal. I hope you don't mind...=)
I never mentioned this - for a reason - but life was a wreck about...no more than two months ago, actually. I won't go into details or get emo or anything...quite the opposite. Three months ago the hope of a stable life was a twinkle in the furthest reaches of my dreams. Now I'm watching my life transform right in front of me. It's really surreal, actually. And I'm a changed woman. It wasn't religion that saved me, or a ruthless capitalist attitude. It was a complete, utter, and total change in consciousness. Nothing more, nothing less. I forced my awareness open and rewrote how I see the world.
And now I don't recognize my life. It's beautiful.
& I have an interview Thursday, for a full time position. Can you believe I don't have a blouse and a decent skirt for an interview? And my black pumps are totally shot (Anna disagrees, but permanent scuff marks like burns on the side, strange white streaks like paint that won't come off, and chunks that a bunny bit out of the side of the heel give evidence to my side of the argument.) While I *could* wear my black flats....I don't think that's as good an idea as wearing heels, do you?
So tomorrow after work we're gonna hit Plato's Closet and see if we can find a decently cheap outfit for me to wear (shoes would be killer but I'm not getting my hopes up. Plato's never has any cute shoes in my size).
