I watched "The Strangers" on Friday night. It was a packed house for this creepy home invasion thriller. True to form, it wasn't that good, but the sounds were creepy enough for me. (This is a movie that scares me, but made a lot of guys laugh.) 

very simply---(*spoiler*) if they properly holed up with the gun, they would have scared off the strangers...

But nevertheless, the idea/event of home invading is on the rise, it's only so undisclosed because rich people don't like reporting that they were home invaded...(to further protect their neighborhood)

I had nightmares after this movie, and I dreamed a friend was stabbed to death (oh dear), a friend I haven't seen in about a year, but nonetheless I had to go on thefacebook to see if he was still alive (yup, and in good health).

easy sunday drives

Today was a day that was gloriously slept in. 

After a brunch of scrambledomlette eggs with toast + watermelon chunks, we headed to Glendora. I'm not a California native, so I have no clue whether I'm going east, west, south or north of anywhere from here...

After a quick stop on Rt. 66 in Glendora for some weinerschnitzel (photos to come), and a corn dog and chili dog  (1.79 for both, pretty amazing, since our old hot dog haunt, johnny's hot dog house in PA cost about 5x that amount for 2 any-things..)  we headed up to the Mountain road for a cruise.

It was quite beautiful (and very cool + sunny) on top of the mountain, and pretty empty, minus a few bikers and motorcyclists..

I love easy sunday drives.

Fashion Fallout

As a transplant to a new area, 2700 miles away from where I used to live, it's like another country here. At my former job, I could get away with mixing my 4 pairs of dress pants with various dress shirts/sweaters & cardigans everyday, but now I have to attempt at outfits of the casual territory. It's like high school all over again.

Style, attitude & fashion is the way way, it's been flipped, flopped, and it's hard to process right now. I've been going through a fashion-fallout for the past 3 years now. I've lived in 5 residences in the past 3 years, in 3 cities & 3 states, I've hit the mid-twenties and am staring at my closet, without anything to wear.

My style disintegrated during my year of "service." I'm still grasping at where I left off, to find where I can pick up. My husband says I've settled into some foreign 90's style...a la *my so-called life* (and I've been driven towards weird plaids lately)

But mostly, I just don't see anything I want to buy. Yes those shoes are cute, but they look like they hurt, all the shirts seem to sheer, the pants too tight/stretchy/high...and I'd just like to lounge in my sweats, please. 

sooo

what a year does

For a year (okay, 10 months) I wore a uniform.

I volunteered for a program within Americorps that describes itself as an urban Peace Corps program. I was in the city of Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love, stationed at a high school for most of the time, but also indulged in a variety of other volunteer-activities in and around the greater Philadelphia area.

My uniform consisted of 

1. pair of Timberland boots

2. White uniform t-shirt with organizations' logo & corporate sponsor

3. White pique short sleeve polo with organizations' logo

4. ugly khaki pants, the most unflattering fit for women (tapered with pleats at the top)

5. a piece of "red" consisting of a) red jacket with logos all over and american flag on sleeve, b) rain/cold weather red jacket, or c)a half-zip pullover "sweatshirt" with the logo embroidered across the front.

at first, it was horrible. We also were severely restricted on hardware, excessively showing hair-thingies, earrings/necklaces etc. were forbidden.

(the reason for these restrictions were for the best: we worked in low-income schools, schools were 50-100% of the students were receiving free-lunch, where many lived in subsidized housing, and where many did not have stable families or incomes. If we were uniform, they wouldn't have any distractions when we would help out in their classrooms. Essentially, they were better dressed than we were...)

Although the volunteering was good, incredibly good, I (am many of my other work-mates) were ecstatic to be free the uniform...except one thing.

After a year of uniformity... it is so hard to get back into fashion. Actually, fashion is GREAT right now. Mags, blogs, stores...they all have fashion that is sooooo good right now (that's the best my vocab can describe it..basically there is so many things I like, and things that I want, I try..but I just can't buy.

I have fashion guilt. How do you deal with it, buying $300 dollar shoes, $200 dollar jeans, and a $75 dollar top?  Cuz when I volunteered at S* M* high school in Philadelphia for a year, and the elementary school next door, some of the kids there went hungry for dinner, and breakfast, and lunch, if they didn't come to school to eat.

I realize now how little of my clothing & jewelry I actually wear. I have 3 ear piercings, but I wear the same pearl-drop earrings every day. I have an amethyst necklace from Santorini that I also wear, daily, and my rings (band & engagement). Sometimes I wear a watch (though I've become clock-dependent on my cellphone, lately). I have 2 pairs of jeans I alternate, and several tops + my favorite grey cardigan, and my many scarves...

I'm not going to sell all my clothes & worldy possesions...or anything severe like that, but I do think it over, before I purchase any fast fashion, or unnecessary goods.

I can't even decipher what is green/eco-friendly fashion right now...

I'd just like to become a more conscientious shopper.

But I know how hard that is... 

 

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musings of a twenty-something in southern california