I know you in Autumn and I must be there

Seems Autumn has barely started and now it’s almost over. We had a few beautiful days, but mostly wacky weather. Sixty-degree winter is no fun, let me tell you.

So tired. Feel like I spend all day at work going around like this: D: D: D: We’re all getting Thursday off, right? No big deal. Five days in a row is nothing. Regular 9-to-5 people do that all the time!

Urgh. *facepalm*

Holidays. I liked them better before, when I actually had time to spend making things holiday-pretty. Now I'm just struggling to keep up with day-to-day things.

I also suspect I have not been making an effort to eat properly. Thinking of what I’ve eaten this past week, all that comes to mind is bagels and chai. No, I made spaghetti and pasta sauce last night. That had vegetables in it. Well, carrots.

On plus side, I have been having a literature-induced fashion revolution. I believe it was Cherie Priest who said “Steampunk is what happens when Goths discover brown.” I’m no Goth (though some of my friends would argue that I own a lot of black clothing). But I have been embracing brown lately. With the advent of autumn came a relentless craving for brown boots. A few years ago in Sephora the sales rep mentioned that I should be using brown mascara rather than black, and she was right: it gives me a softer, less severe look, makes my skin less red. (Curiously enough, red hair also solved that problem. *sigh* One of these years I really will invest in henna.)

But the fashion revolution! Yes. Brown. I have also purchased a flowy floral-patterned purple knee-length dress that I wear over gray skinny jeans with the boots. I realize the dress-over-jeans look was so 2005, and also considered questionable by some even at the time, but I sort of liked it, and I figure stretchy skinny jeans are really halfway to leggings anyway. (Also: Leggings. Are. Not. Pants. Unless you’re going horseback riding, in which case they’re breeches anyway.)

So: maybe it’s the birthday, my progress into the other half of twentysomething and the ensuing thoughts about Life, the Universe, and Everything (Including Fashion); maybe it’s Boston and not New York affecting my palette; maybe it’s steampunk. Probably it is all those things.

But I’m gonna say it’s mostly steampunk, because that sounds better. And implies dirigibles.

What influences your fashion?

I know you in Autumn and I must be there

Seems Autumn has barely started and now it’s almost over. We had a few beautiful days, but mostly wacky weather. Sixty-degree winter is no fun, let me tell you.

So tired. Feel like I spend all day at work going around like this: D: D: D: We’re all getting Thursday off, right? No big deal. Five days in a row is nothing. Regular 9-to-5 people do that all the time!

Urgh. *facepalm*

Holidays. I liked them better before, when I actually had time to spend making things holiday-pretty. Now I'm just struggling to keep up with day-to-day things.

I also suspect I have not been making an effort to eat properly. Thinking of what I’ve eaten this past week, all that comes to mind is bagels and chai. No, I made spaghetti and pasta sauce last night. That had vegetables in it. Well, carrots.

On plus side, I have been having a literature-induced fashion revolution. I believe it was Cherie Priest who said “Steampunk is what happens when Goths discover brown.” I’m no Goth (though some of my friends would argue that I own a lot of black clothing). But I have been embracing brown lately. With the advent of autumn came a relentless craving for brown boots. A few years ago in Sephora the sales rep mentioned that I should be using brown mascara rather than black, and she was right: it gives me a softer, less severe look, makes my skin less red. (Curiously enough, red hair also solved that problem. *sigh* One of these years I really will invest in henna.)

But the fashion revolution! Yes. Brown. I have also purchased a flowy floral-patterned purple knee-length dress that I wear over gray skinny jeans with the boots. I realize the dress-over-jeans look was so 2005, and also considered questionable by some even at the time, but I sort of liked it, and I figure stretchy skinny jeans are really halfway to leggings anyway. (Also: Leggings. Are. Not. Pants. Unless you’re going horseback riding, in which case they’re breeches anyway.)

So: maybe it’s the birthday, my progress into the other half of twentysomething and the ensuing thoughts about Life, the Universe, and Everything (Including Fashion); maybe it’s Boston and not New York affecting my palette; maybe it’s steampunk. Probably it is all those things.

But I’m gonna say it’s mostly steampunk, because that sounds better. And implies dirigibles.

What influences your fashion?