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Won’t You Put Me In A Zoo?

Marci 12-4-12 DMV2

That was totally my favorite Doctor Seuss book growing up. I felt so bad for the poor little fella! He’d be so happy in a zoo. Anyway, this was totally all I could think of when I threw this outfit together.

This was my DMV + Car Insurance + Medical Appointment for David outfit. Comfortable yet professional, and for those who think I’m flashing some inappropriate levels of cleavage rest assured–there’s a tank under that top.

Marci 12-4-12 DMV1

Sweater Skirt & Shoes: Thrifted | Shirt: Mona B | Tights: gift Express

There’s not a whole lot to say except this outfit was a million times more comfortable than I expected and a lot more flattering than that shirt’s initial shape would lend you to believe. My personal policy, by the way, for the DMV is to go into as ridiculously happy as is fucking possible. Charm everyone who looks at you for longer than five seconds. Kill them with kindness. Oh and go in armed with a 16 oz iced green tea half sweetened from Starbucks.

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Sequins 30 for 30: Growing Our Family

It’s true, Monsieur & I have been having some serious talks about growing our little family unit. And I shall pause before explaining further, to give time for my mom to climb back into the chair she just fell out of.

(That’s not true–my mom wouldn’t fall out of a chair in shock. She would merely raise an eyebrow as she continues to read, looking for the explanation with pursed lips going “I know my daughter better than this. I would not find this out through her blog”. Well, mom, you’re right. I was being clever and misleading. You (and Stripes, who’s all “Seriously? I found this out through the friggin’ blog??”) can rest assured–I was just being misleading), and for my other blog readers who are going “Wait, I didn’t think she was even married??”, rest assured–I’m not. We have no intentions of being married. We are rather serious about each other, though, enough so that I can make a baby joke without worrying that he will bolt for the hills. He only bolts for about a block or so.

Monsieur and I are looking at getting a pet. Or two.

Aha, clever readers say, I knew she had something up her sleeve!

I’ve wanted my dog to come back into our lives for a while now, but it’s just so up in the air with us moving in August that I can’t quite say with certainty that it’ll happen. Hopefully, this darling pup of mine shall soon be in my life on a more permanent and less visitation-based way. Because, as I’ve previously alluded to, I deal with some intense bouts of depression. It’s hard, and I’ve learned that no matter how supportive and loving my family and close friends are (of which they are plenty supportive), nothing quite helps get me over the hump like the love of a furry creature.

So without further ado, I’d like everyone to say….

Pet rats. I know. I know. Before you squeal and go all “oh gross!!”, though, hear me out—they’re smart, they potty train themselves, they’re really friendly and interactive, and they actively enjoy being pets. They’re the best rodent you can have for a pet, since they’re not inherently terrified of people and dislike having you touch them (ahem, like, every hamster, gerbil and guinea pig I’ve ever met). I had my first pet rat when I was like six years old, and I’ve just learned that they’re wonderfully low maintenance and  caring pets. And, bonus, they live in a cage! And are easier to clean up after than 80 lb boxers!

The sweet, local, independently-owned pet store has a new litter of baby rats and they’re best for pets when you get ’em young, so we popped down to look at them yesterday and we’re taking two home this afternoon! I’m really excited. Monsieur is hesitant, but they say the fathers never really have their parental instincts kick in until the baby comes homes. So I’ll keep you posted!

Until then, let’s hear it for one of my new most absolute favorite outfits ever!

Dress & Scarf: Thrifted/ Sweater: Target/ Necklace: Charming Charlie (Gift!)/ Purse: Melie Bianco/ Boots: Mi Shoes/ Tights: Gift from Stripes!

This is my stoic face, eh?