just another manic monday

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMD5Jk9TQw4MtTNivQ6T49zsVJMvSWIn151muAOiwNu2z6xjEXQSUf90xi5F081hPuAy6pBQGfOcYk6DeDqsc0SnTOgQJdCIHYzojNi8-BQ98Y9nvhoRZX-cYQTkBGx6OR2ykNNTUpw53J/s1600/C1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMD5Jk9TQw4MtTNivQ6T49zsVJMvSWIn151muAOiwNu2z6xjEXQSUf90xi5F081hPuAy6pBQGfOcYk6DeDqsc0SnTOgQJdCIHYzojNi8-BQ98Y9nvhoRZX-cYQTkBGx6OR2ykNNTUpw53J/s400/C1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">boots: target. jeans: so brand. cami & cardi: vintage. tunic & bracelet: F21. belt: pocket's.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigW96zlJcK3Tb_R8qlLY853IqXgeZBfH0m6t5F9jtyZEWqnrLYGhXd7Sl0CKjyfJGve5vey-RNtuu_82adEiSV4AklU7DS0VBEv2jxRbEgPy0Ejdxb3Pr7zu9yokoB0gqftv8nO3Ym9hGw/s1600/C1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigW96zlJcK3Tb_R8qlLY853IqXgeZBfH0m6t5F9jtyZEWqnrLYGhXd7Sl0CKjyfJGve5vey-RNtuu_82adEiSV4AklU7DS0VBEv2jxRbEgPy0Ejdxb3Pr7zu9yokoB0gqftv8nO3Ym9hGw/s400/C1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNkTGPwFIuYpVl7TXupWr7Sh4isxqo2DaVvG4CGWpsdDehC9U3FApxda2Nc3TO1Rz0f9fNwIMgxrRDlgS6slwChspCtidaIDHi1uvaqWA_H-ADn0juCkKtUOeUREXCUwkV2A2UOsrq9NO/s1600/C1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNkTGPwFIuYpVl7TXupWr7Sh4isxqo2DaVvG4CGWpsdDehC9U3FApxda2Nc3TO1Rz0f9fNwIMgxrRDlgS6slwChspCtidaIDHi1uvaqWA_H-ADn0juCkKtUOeUREXCUwkV2A2UOsrq9NO/s400/C1britt3.jpg" width="347" /></a></div><div align="center">Bad news, guys. I'm kind of having a closet crisis. Like, I want all new stuff and am creating a mental shopping list of, conservatively speaking, about 5.3 million items. And they're calling my online username and credit card number. Must....fight....urge....</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">(ahem) But that's neither here nor there. [Editor's note: I'll tell you what IS here, though: freezing-cold-icy-subzero temps. Well, not actually subzero. That was an exaggeration. But it FEELS like 80 or 300 below. So. Just roll with it.] Today's jumping-off point: this striped tunic. <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-likewednesday.html">Last time</a> I wore it, I amped up the coloration with some blues and purple. But I think the iciness around me crept into my brain and froze part of it so I can only think in b&w. Which could be good OR bad (for example, Bad: those old tiny static tvs. And mimes. Good: It's a Wonderful Life. And black licorice with something white. Like my teeth. Eating it.).</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But even though the starting piece was b&w, I actually wanted to go less stark-contrasty today. More along the lines of grayscale. Hence the grey skinnies and default ivory cardigan ("default" because the length seemed good paired with the tunic, and it was a solid non-color). <br /><br />To warm up the wintery tones a bit, I added some neutral earthy brown via belt and boots. Oh, and cami. Even though it's frigid outside (and in the guest bedroom in my house) [Editor's note: But don't be alarmed; no guests around to notice. We already moved the last frozen bodies out...] [Assistant Editor: Come ON. Gross.], I didn't want a scarf today. Thought it would be a little too much with these stripes. I like how the brown cami doesn't speak much in terms of color but gives an interesting neckline to what would otherwise be a *cough* low one.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Um, what else? Kept my hair down purely for warmth. Is that too cavemannish to admit? If so...oops. (And pass the medium-rare steak, please.) Oh, and the bracelet. Last-minute decision to add a pop of color but not too much. And I love its oversizedness. A little bit Unexpected and Maybe Awesome. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I feel good today. Comfy. And, really, I'll probably grow to love these icicles growing on my eyelashes, so...no big deal there either.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Monday.</div><br /><div style="position:relative; border:1px solid #bfbfbf; background:white; width:424px;display:block;"><iframe name="shopstyle_search" width="424" height="244" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&fts=womens%20striped%20tunic&cat=womens-clothes&width=3&height=1&border=0&footer=0"></iframe><div style="position:absolute; left:0; bottom:2px; height:18px; line-height:12px; width:100%;"><div style="position:absolute; left:0; padding:2px 0 0 6px"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse?fts=womens%20striped%20tunic#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="font:11px verdana,sans-serif;text-decoration:underline;border:0;background-color:transparent;color:#606060">womens striped tunic</a></div><div style="position:absolute; right:0; padding:3px 4px 3px 0"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border:0"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered.png" style="border:0;margin:0;padding:0"></img></a></div></div></div>

just another manic monday

  boots: target. jeans: so brand. cami & cardi: vintage. tunic & bracelet: F21. belt: pocket's. Bad news, guys. I'm kind of ...

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I can't be sure, but I *think* I deserve an award.

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLrCezr7WtB9UgjZwYk319_Ess4iQHuZUMqNeF-yNiaqDNLgtAMLdO3X9V7et87-bewkaKjty-tdYKaOU_g189byaTAv7rs6LhU0JbkbOo_CMGewEhx3O30LQfY06Ve_-KXaThO4g2Ab8/s1600/V1britt1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551712728459153490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLrCezr7WtB9UgjZwYk319_Ess4iQHuZUMqNeF-yNiaqDNLgtAMLdO3X9V7et87-bewkaKjty-tdYKaOU_g189byaTAv7rs6LhU0JbkbOo_CMGewEhx3O30LQfY06Ve_-KXaThO4g2Ab8/s400/V1britt1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpcy1wPfly2t1f4n-5oXVfn_dV205TLuvOTzQR4McqcO1hxsQ3FAA606bIwllox44FwY2NnJmlheWeuap859uVNu4W3O9yzPsamYqwaAN-sx5Zvsh5sSlFJXEV-p462RoVKimIKIlmzC1/s1600/V1britt3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551712619258373922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpcy1wPfly2t1f4n-5oXVfn_dV205TLuvOTzQR4McqcO1hxsQ3FAA606bIwllox44FwY2NnJmlheWeuap859uVNu4W3O9yzPsamYqwaAN-sx5Zvsh5sSlFJXEV-p462RoVKimIKIlmzC1/s400/V1britt3.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlwoSg8WBjtOb71sJwYVT6lhrj7vKWvUsRcErpVMgo27McAv7WqQ231mp6Vl2ccjg38SoeD09Ti-CPRHvnmOJLvlws1jupMC-Fz9gBuM4N11AQOC4zwxhcwtoyNj5yb2hu20_iNnKaEBm/s1600/V1britt2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551712464079849138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlwoSg8WBjtOb71sJwYVT6lhrj7vKWvUsRcErpVMgo27McAv7WqQ231mp6Vl2ccjg38SoeD09Ti-CPRHvnmOJLvlws1jupMC-Fz9gBuM4N11AQOC4zwxhcwtoyNj5yb2hu20_iNnKaEBm/s400/V1britt2.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> <div align="center">So, I have a sis-in-law who won't touch raw meat. Sure, she'll eat it (well, not RAW meat. Just, you know, meat. Prepared & cooked). She'll even cook it. But for some reason (e.g., it's gross?), she can't bring herself to touch it. Like to put it into little bags to freeze it or whatever--nope. That job's left up to her husband.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I have GOT to get me an arrangement like that. 'Cept it's too late for me. Paul knows better. Drat.<br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Anyways. Picture yourselves this: Me. Last night. Hastily trying to prepare dinner, which involved cooking a whole roasting chicken. Although I'm not necessarily a girly-girl per se, I'll be the first to admit I'm a *wee* bit squeamish about the "whole bird" thing. I kind of have to distract my brain for a few while I clean and prepare it. Like when you have to lift the wings to rub butter on the skin underneath? Yeah, I could do without that.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well, EEEEEEEEASY on last night's whole chicken cooking endeavor topping the National Chart o' Grossness. [Editor's note: Because there is such a thing. On display in DC, I think, right next to the Declaration of Independence. Huh. I'm surprised you haven't heard of it.] Not only were there weird organs inside the chicken (which, I know there are always, like, the liver and some other organ in there, but these lumps were weird colors and shapes. And there were about 14 of them. ??), but there were also still FEATHERS. ON. THE. BIRD.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Honestly. I'll buy a whole chicken. I'll wash it and prepare it. I'll cook it up all delicious-like and enjoy the savory meat at dinner with my family. But I will not -- I repeat NOT -- happily pluck my own food. Eight feathers, there were, still attached to the bird. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">If you grew up on a farm and are rolling your eyes at me, fine. Go ahead. And good for you that you wrang (??) your first chicken's neck at age 3. But I didn't. And, although I'm grateful to those who perform such duties on my behalf, I have no desire to witness such a close-to-life display of the food I eat.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But I swallowed my disgust, closed my eyes (almost), and plucked. And plucked. And plucked again. Eight times. Then I covered the dang thing with foil and threw it into the oven because I was starting to get heebie-jeebie goosebumps. And, when I tried to make dinnertime conversation about my award-deserving-self, my husband politely stopped me at the first mention of "whole chicken" and gestured to his food, as if to say, "I'm eating here, hon..."</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Exactly. Gross.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, to wrap things up: My overall goal today was to wear clothes that LEAST closely resembled a chicken. For obv reasons. My only requirement was a skirt for tonight's activities, but it's been super cold lately and tights alone just weren't going to cut it. So I added leg warmers. Mmmmm...cozy. And my very favorite zigzag scarf was calling out to me from the depths of my closet, feeling a wee bit neglected no doubt, since I haven't worn it for more than a week. I chose a kind of in-the-background brown cami and greenish cardigan to go with it. 'Cept the cardigan is striped, and with the zigzag it might be a little busy. (Opinions?)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The cardigan is a few sizes too big [Editor's note: Thereby making it just the right size. I love an oversized cardigan in the winter.], so I belted it. And belted the scarf for good measure. It just wanted to be close to me I think. Poor abandoned accessory. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Friday.</div></div></div>

I can't be sure, but I *think* I deserve an award.

So, I have a sis-in-law who won't touch raw meat. Sure, she'll eat it (well, not RAW meat. Just, you know, meat. Prepared & coo...

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