Granola Bat

I seem to be making a habit of photographing my casual-Friday outfits. The increased leeway on a Friday is fun to play in - and it's different for me than for most of the office, since I rarely wear jeans, or even pants. Dresses are more comfortable to me. How do you increase the comfort-level on a casual Friday when you're already not wearing pants? You get to incorporate some graphic T's, or even a sweatshirt, if it's elevated. Playing with soft textures is a treat. And you don't care quite so much about your bun being perfect - especially when a cute silk scarf will distract or cover up a bump or stray hair. Depending on the workplace, some legwarmers may be welcome on a cold day. I've had a love-hate relationship with the things, but I just got the best pair , and I cannot stop wearing them. They're so soft, and they stretch enough to go over my thick thighs, but they stay in place. They've held up very well to me wearing them almost constantly a...

(content note: flashing image - don't proceed if you have a seizure disorder that may be triggered.) This post contains affiliate links. If you click a link and make a purchase, I may receive compensation. What a great beginning to the year it's all ready been! Dears, I have news that probably surprises absolutely nobody: We got engaged during New Years! Not quite so cliche' as during Christmas, and who'd care anyway? The ring is picked, but is expected to take a month to order in - so I'm going to be counting the days 'til I can show that beauty off! I don't really care about the ring, though - I care about the man. He surprised me with the absolutely sweetest card: BRB, crying forever. He hates to write, y'all. He dislikes it about as much as I enjoy it. But he knows it's something important to me and a means of communication that deeply speaks to me, so that's how he chose to propose. And I think he did a great job. Needless to sa...

Well, my roots have been twining around me again. All these complex identities within. Attitudes seem to have gotten more tolerant in recent years, but stereotypically, goths and rednecks have not played well together. Country music is anathema - except for Johnny Cash, who gets a pass into basically every subculture that's taken off in the U.S. But that's part of who I am, just as much as riding high on strobe lights in a wave of Siouxsie, Bauhaus, The Sisters of Mercy, and so on. My ancestors moseyed from Virginia through Kentucky, finally settling down in Indiana. My grandparents put "orl" in the car and "warsh" their clothes. I could probably still saddle up a horse, and although I did fight it when I was in college, I still feel damn comfy in a pair of ridin' boots and a flannel shirt. The success of bands like O'Death , Murder By Death , the Pine Box Boys , Stone Jack Jones , a fair amount of Lindi Ortega 's music, Those Poor Bastar...

(Contains affiliate links. I may receive compensation if you make a purchase through a link in this post.) I'm at 2 weeks and 6 days after the big surgery . My aversion to pregnancy and birth has actually gotten so bad that, last weekend, when we walked past the baby clothing section at Meijer and I got a whiff of powdery baby smell, my body rebelled. I quietly retched a couple of times and had to get the hell out of there. Clearly, getting the ol' tubes tied was the right decision. I wonder how long before that particular anxiety finally starts to die. Y'all, surgery fucking sucks, just for the record. I only just got back to the gym on Monday, and I'm feeling particularly round and soft. I'm finally back to the point where I can do heavy cleaning activities like running a vacuum, and the chicka-bow-ow action (y'know, the reason I needed the surgery in the first place) is quite tentative at this time. I'm limited in clothing options because there is S...