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I have decided that hats are my answer to all of life's hair related problems.
And of course dry shampoo.
If only hats would camouflage ungroomed eyebrows too... (but hey at least we've got sunglasses).
And if all else fails there's always coffee.
Coffee makes everything better, including consecutive 5-hours-a-night-sleep bad hair days.
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I know, where have I been? Been so incredibly busy lately I have just about forgotten about the goodness that is blogging.
Blogging can indeed be fun especially if one is actually making the effort to post on a somewhat regular basis -- so here I am, making the effort. This photo is a day or two old. At this point in my life I am seriously considering dreadlocks -- I just can't be bothered to even comb my hair anymore, let alone straighten it. If you think I look bad, just try to picture this mess without the hat -- it ain't pretty!
But anyway -- my new favorite scarf is big enough to moonlight as a blanket (which makes it great for traveling!) and plenty big enough to impersonate both a skirt and a sweater. No photos of me wearing it as a top but I did wear it as a skirt yesterday.
I am totally into this belt lately, in case you haven't noticed. It looks like the third piece of a man's three piece suit. I admit it all probably appears a tad tacky but hey at least it matches the mess that is my hair, all together forming quite an accurate reflection of how insanely busy and crazy my life has been these last few days.
Loving the weather.
Was gonna grab some lunch here but was running so late all I had time for was a cup of coffee to go. Guess I could stand to lose a few pounds anyway.
I was right -- blogging is fun. Hopefully I'll get to do it again soon - I could use some "fun" in my life I suppose.
Until next time.
Agnes
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Sometimes it's common sense to squeeze two or three days into one to get ahead of the game here but other times it just plain backfires, doesn't it?
This is what the inside of my head looks like tonight.
Well, you know what they say, life is best lived alive.
And for the record, I do love a noisy/busy life. Not every hour of the day and not every day of the week, but for the most part.
You?
Until next time.
Agnes
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Thank god it's Friday.
Amazing, isn't it, how driving into the sunset can quickly metamorphose the most vicious Friday night traffic into such a rapturous moment?
Have a great weekend everyone, enjoy the weather, turn up the volume and live like you mean it.
Until next time.
Agnes
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Bewildered here by a few female readers asking where I buy my shoes. Given my utterly unglamorous taste in footware I never in my wildest dreams would expect anyone to like what I like. You know like those now fashionable huge thick rimmed nerd glasses girls everywhere seem to love? The ones my husband calls "birth control glasses"?
Well I always suspect people think my shoes are as ugly as many men seem to think those glasses are but as every girl knows, it's real hard to care.
That being said, the reason I hardly ever shop for shoes is that the ones I already have I love so much I don't want to split their air-time with others. I only ever buy what I am incurably in love with and they need to be worthy of my love and closet space.
Since I prefer to have only as many pairs as I can humanly wear, I'm never consciously on the lookout for new additions.
They seem to know how find me though.
Distressed leather, wooden heels, etc. are definitely my thing, and they only get better with age. [And how I wish that was true of me too!]
I guess this post is my long way of answering the shoe-shopping questions and saying that I really don't have one particular place where I buy shoes. But I do love Frye's.
Also, I love both flat and high heels. Heels make me feel empowered and on days when I would otherwise be running around like a chicken without a head, being busy accomplishing nothing, heels are the secret ingredient in transforming my impotent steps into the much preferred 'I am in control' power walk. It's fun you should try it.
In case you wondered, I love flip flops too. Especially leather ones. Also clogs.
How about you, what do you like?
Until next time.
Agnes
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My apologies about the title, somewhere during the day Kenny Rogers decided to take up involuntary residence in my brain's circuitry and I am yet to set him free.
I have to admit I am a complete stranger to the state of mind that is country music but when it does decide to be life's soundtrack for a day or two it's kinda fun to roll with it and speak country lingo for a few days. You know where you just complain about anything and everything all in the same breath. My wife took the kids and left me the same day my dog died. And I am out of whiskey. And my hat don't fit right.
Hey I might have a knack for this. Sounds like blogging actually.
Until next time.
Agnes
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Thank god it's Friday. Those of you on Harley's I couldn't be more jealous. If you weren't gonna take it out for your own sakes do it for mine will you? Until next time. Agnes
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When not living out of a suitcase, I live for days like this.
I love Fall in the South. Love it. With my every last chromosome.
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Not chromatically picturesque leaf-tumbling wise (which I also love love love) but there's this cool air, warm but cool, no humidity, the tourists vanish and we have our beaches to ourselves.
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If I were to settle down in one place for the rest of my life it would have to be some Southern beach town, maybe down in the Caribbean, or maybe in Argentina (never been), somewhere South, somewhere on a low key beach, where you always feel new, where the food is as flavorful as the locals' accent and where every bartender knows that a good reggae cures half the world's blues.
Until next time.
Agnes
p/s: But I would still have a second home in Malaysia. And other places too...
p/p/s: Please don't make me settle down.
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I've been semi-voluntarily enraptured by this spell lately where I just don't feel like thinking much {which is quite refreshing actually} {and so easy it's almost frightening!} -- but still I've been unintentionally noticing how that which a person feeds attention to becomes reality... for that person... it becomes his life almost... good or bad.
Scary and powerful at the same time. But mainly powerful I think.
I need to remember that.
Until next time.
Agnes
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