A Day of Thanks!

The world goes by so fast.
Days into weeks, weeks into months....you know the rest.
At some point in time a past due thanks needs to be sent out.
Thanks to all of you who read the blog!
Thanks to all who stop by to just check on me when I'm out.
Thanks for the opportunity to do it all!
Cyrsti

You Are What You Wear

Recently, we've celebrated heels, argued over hose and discussed mascara running over a sad chick flick.
All relevant topics in a huge screwed up world...Right?
Well, maybe not so much.  All of the topics however are very relevant to your own personal style.
If you are the mini in heels girl in the mall you need to own it as completely as the country girl in jeans and boots at the bar.
I have written in depth on my style which I call vintage hippie. Jeans, frilly tops and even shorter skirts are the basis of my style. I own it and it's who I am.
My current long blond hair actually reflects my age.  It's not too blond and is "used". What I mean is the hair actually resembles a woman my age.  The years of perms, styling and dieing show through.

All of that is all well and good but why am I agonizing over what I'm going to wear tonight?
It's very warm and muggy so I could wear a skirt. I could wear jeans and an off the shoulder top with my long off the shoulder bag or even dress the whole outfit up with heels and a tie off top? My destination tonight is full of women dressed all different ways so a specific look doesn't enter in to it.
As I like to say it's a game time decision.
What ever the style choice I make, the most important decision is to own it!

Chick Flicks?

Last night I actually stayed home and (as you can tell) blasted the blog!
Finally sleepiness fell in and I settled into to watch part of a movie before I went to sleep.
I chose a quiet fairly current "chick" flick film.  Never been really interested in them...should be able to sleep.
Except last night. I couldn't put the movie down mentally. I got soooo involved.
The movie ended and I did get to sleep and did my usual work gig today.  In the middle of it all today the realization struck me subconsciously I had crossed another gender line.
With no hormones.  Should this being happening this way?
What's next? Curling up with ice cream and a box of tissues?