Bang Inspiration

I have these pictures pinned and printed out. I'm ready for bangs.

I think.

Printed trend cloth

I love all the tribal-print stuff that is coming out this fall. In fact, I've got quite a few pieces pinned to 'the list' that I hope Santa brings me. But I've got a question for you...

Do you think it's offensive to call things tribal print? Or Navajo-inspired?

I remember reading a blog post once about how offensive it is equating the prints with a culture... when sometimes they aren't accurate. But what else are you supposed to call them? Is it offensive if we say things are Asian-inspired? Or African? Or what about the whole movement to dress like a French girl?

top from Forever 21. blazer by Worthington for JC Penny. jeans and flats from Target. gold cuff, ring and earrings. polish is Geranium by Essie.

Oh, and excuse the pile of dirty dishes. That just means I cooked.

Feels Like Autumn

It's officially autumn....

Baseball season is over. I'm wearing a cable-knit sweater. And boots. The heat is on at my house. I wore my winter coat this weekend (and not just because it's Cardinal red). And this morning it was still dark when I woke up.

I like fall, really I do. Halloween, Thanksgiving, tailgating, cozy sweaters, Oktoberfest, pumpkin beer, fires... all great. But I'm not ready to be cold all the time and scraping ice off my car in the morning. Can we please rewind a little bit? Or at least pause before it gets any colder around here?

jeans and sweater from Target. boots by Chinese Laundry.

House Sitting

I'm house sitting (slash dog sitting slash cat sitting) for my parents. It's sort of a nightmare and reminds me that I am so not ready for children and/or a puppy friend for Maverick to play with. My schedule this morning was something like this: 

• Wake up every hour because my parents' mattress is hard as a rock and I'm sharing the bed with two dogs and three cats. 
• Crawl out of bed 30 minutes early to account for the longer commute. 
• Let the dogs out. Go out in the chilly fall morning to feed them... barefoot. Brr. 
• Go downstairs and feed the cat. Freak out when I can't find the one who sneaks out the back door all the time. 
• Find said cat. 
• Let the dogs in. Maverick doesn't come. I freak out (that's #2, if you're counting). Go out in the yard, still barefoot, to find him. Cold, wet grass on bare feet in October is not the same as it is in July, FYI. 
• Shower and realize they are out of conditioner. 
• Brush teeth, wash face, dry hair, do my makeup... you know, the usual. But now, I have a cat standing on the sink meowing at me for water. 
• Get dressed. Realize I left a bunch of clothes out in my car. Make due with a cardigan, scarf and T-shirt to avoid going outside again. 
• Hit every stoplight on the way to work. 

And all that without coffee. 

One day down. Four more to go.