in which i participate in a theme day(and get a flat tire)

Firstly, let me state for the record: I have never really been one to participate in "theme" days. Even when I was on student council in High School and it was our job to organize said theme days during spirit week I often just showed up in my everyday garb. I did, however, dress "crazy" on the last day of senior year... I think I have photos somewhere that I should probably try to dig up (think knee-high rainbow-striped toe socks, enormous silver platform mary janes, a purple wrap skirt, and my then-favorite hairstyle: double buns). Anyway, due to the insane thunder-and-lightning, tornado-watch, flash-flood sort of weather we've been having (many people couldn't make it in to work today because so many roads are closed due to flooding), my supervisor suggested we have a Hawaiian shirt day. I decided to take on the challenge. This shirt is the closest I could get :)

(skirt/shirt: thrifted; necklace: forever 21; shoes: charlotte russe)

Now, all was well, and I was on my way to work in my "Hawaiian shirt," when I noticed my car was making stranger sounds than usual (but didn't think TOO much of it because it always makes pretty strange sounds). I pulled off in what I recently decided would be my new photo location (you like?) and noticed that my tire was in fact smoking like a BBQ on Memorial Day Weekend (this one! any plans?). I freaked out just a little (I have a phobia of smoke and cars because of that one time K and I burned my parents' car to a crisp at Cape Cod) and called K to rescue me. It didn't even cross my mind that I had a spare tire in my trunk (things like this never cross my mind in a crisis), which I absolutely could have put on myself, but K drove over and helped me out anyway. I decided I should probably have an extra pair of tire-changing shoes in my car for emergencies, since crouching down in five-inch heels is a bit of a challenge.

Anyway, boo. I'm pretty pissed off, especially since I just bought these tires a couple of weeks ago. Also, I have no idea what happened. Apparently my tire was flat outside my apartment this morning (says my supervisor, who drove by it), so someone either slashed it or I got a flat somehow driving home last night and didn't notice. Either way = lame.

Also, I didn't post yesterday because K didn't get in when he was supposed to on Wednesday night and I had to pick him up yesterday morning. This normally wouldn't deter me from blogging, but I decided to treat myself to Starbucks on the way to the airport and after taking one tiny sip of my steaming chai latte, proceeded to spill the boiling beverage all over myself while driving. Dangerous. I tried to lift myself away from the spill (all the while shrieking and swerving) and ended up getting it all over the backs of my legs and creating the distinct impression that I had urinated all over myself. Anyway, I am so glad it's Friday and that K is home and that I didn't have to go to the hospital for third-degree burns. Still not so glad about that tire situation, however.

Hope your days have been better than mine! Don't forget to enter my Shabby Apple giveaway this week! :)

saturday style icon(s): ziegfeld follies

From 1907-1931, Florenz Ziegfeld's Follies reigned supreme on the Broadway stage, and his chorus girls were notoriously eligible and adored young bachelorettes. Inspired by the Parisien Folies Bergère, the Ziegfeld Follies was a theatrical revue that combined vaudeville and what we consider musical theatre on Broadway today. Not only were these women known for their beauty, but they were decked in elaborate costumes designed by the great sartorial minds of the early twentieth century. These were the original showgirls, and the sense of fun and excitement in their merry lives is something that I don't think will ever be recaptured in contemporary entertainment. Sure, their sex appeal was exploited (most of the photos I found of these girls were [tasteful] full nudes), but there was an energy and vivacity in their eyes that I find enormously inspiring. And the fashion?? Fantastic.

(most images found here)

Okay, so [not] funny story: I've been driving on my winter tires all summer because I'm too broke to buy new ones (Michelin, want to sponsor my blog??), and they're starting to get a little soft a little more often than I'd like. Anyway, this morning I went to the gas station to pump them full of air and put my wallet on top of my car. And then I drove off. It wasn't until I got to work that I realize I was sans wallet (and credit cards, cash, driver's license, checking account information...). It could have been very bad. I tried calling K to see if he could go rummage around by the on-ramp to I-89 and find it, but he didn't answer. Seconds later, I received a phone call from a good samaritan, who had found my wallet in many pieces on the side of the road and wanted to bring it to me!!! I love Vermonters.

(tunic: TJMaxx; shoes: Seychelles; glasses: f21)

This is very good news for many reasons (not least of which is that my identity is intact and hasn't been stolen, although god bless anybody who attempts to steal my identity--probably not worth the trouble), but I have to say that this woman almost single-handedly reaffirmed that all is not lost, that there are still good people out there doing good deeds on Thursday mornings for complete strangers. And she didn't even take the cash from the wallet I offered as a reward for kindheartedness. So there you go.

Tonight, I will be emptying said wallet at the movie theatre! It's a rare treat that we go to the movies (or do much of anything) on a Thursday, since we have to save our fun for the weekends, but tonight is the last showing of Bill Murray's new movie, Get Low, and we're making an exception. This long weekend is off to a great start! (Or, it will be...)