What I Wore Wednesday

What better way to get back in the swing of things than a trusty, ol’ #whatiworewednesday? Bish, you know you like it. Or maybe not, but whatever.

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My career has that happy balance for me in regards to style. I work basically by myself aside from all the meetings and appointments sprinkled throughout the week. Generally speaking, I  know basically who I will see, what I will be focused on and dress accordingly for those pre-planned engagements. I also have to be semi-ready to do or redo a room layout, clean, or hell, shovel snow. That ends up meaning  I wear a lot of jeans, but try to dress it up with a blazer. Like every day.

Honestly, it works perfectly for running an artsy nonprofit. Today, I’m pretty sure I get double artsy points for a.) a scarf, and b.) putting a bird on said scarf. Aside from that, I kept it business casual (even casual Friday-esqu) with stretchy skinny jeans, flat shoes and a flowy blouse. I top it with a blazer to show I am ready for business when half my board shows up this afternoon for a programming committee meeting. But you can bet your ass my outfit choice can still hang if I have to attempt to repair a bathroom or mop the gallery. Both of which should probably be done right now….

Thanks for hangin’!

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Dream Job

Have you ever had you perfect job? The kind you just know was good for you? I’m not talking about those MLM schlepping folks always hyping their #motivationmonday and waking up everyday blasting social media about kicking this day’s ass like a boss. Or maybe that’s how they really feel every goddamn day and i’m just bitchy. But what I’m talking about is *almost* feeling that way without your “coach” telling you what to post of facebook. I’m talking about going from restless nights and anxiety at work to being able to gush to even yo mama about what you do every day. Because that is where I am *finally* at.

Selling radio was a good gig for the time. It paid pretty decent and I got the job exactly when I needed it and it allowed me to move in with Terra and not feel like a totally irresponsible sort of U-Haul lesbian. For that I am grateful. When I sold TV, I had a badass, but gracious boss. He was always cheering for me, whether in my professional or personal life. It was exactly perfect for having tiny kiddos and then separating and eventually divorcing Morgan. It was good for going back and forth between Terra’s and my house and having all the flexibility I needed. But…. Holy fuck I dreaded media sales. I always felt like I *could* be good at it, but 98% of the time, I was not. Which made me hate it and then add in the shitty parts of outside sales… not good.

I pretty much felt like I would handle it. I would survive that level of miserableness because I needed to contribute and there was no other choice. But seriously people, I was working 8-5, M-F, with about an hour of commute. That’s well over 50 hours of my waking life away from my family and basically hating life, trudging through the day. It’s fucking hard to just drop that at the door. My miserable 50 hours were affecting my previously pleasant hours. Pretty sure Terra had to deal with me getting teary and whiny every time I hit glass two or three of wine in the evenings.

I started applying and interviewing elsewhere. For awhile that actually made it worse. Every goddamn time I made it through interviews and second interviews only to find out I wasn’t their first choice, I’d come home mopey to Terra about being “such a loser.” Until the day I was a was someone’s first choice. The company that finally picked me, is the best one I could have picked for myself. I’ll get to the parts about what I actually do, but listen to the perks: four tens every week. I have three day weekends Every. Single. Week. 15 minute commute. My own office (that’s adorable). I get to wear basically whatever I want, including show off tattoos or rainbow hair. And still some flexibility to work from home when necessary.

As for the job itself, well it’s a beautiful combination of marketing, public relations, social media, sales, account management, fashion, and a dash of travel. Cash me at NYC Bridal Fashion Week, how bout dah? I literally spend my every day promoting these babies in some sense of the word:Bridgette FullHalsey FullMadison FrontShaffer FullTerra Full Back

Fun fact: I named three of these gowns. The bottom, super sexy one is named “Terra.” The second and third ones are named for my daughter and step-daughter. 🙂 You can check out the full collection here or our website here.

So yup, that’s it folks. I spend my time sharing these photos, working photo shoots, scheduling trunk shows, creating marketing materials, and looking at pretty things. Our team is small but awesome and I genuinely love what I do. Also I don’t have to spend my nights zoning out on the Wheel of Fortune or Design Home apps, so that’s cool too.

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#ootd

It’s been awhile since I did a What I Wore Wednesday. Frankly, it’s not even out of laziness, I just think they are… well, effing boring. Same shit, different day. I can promise you with the exception of the last time I wrote a What I Wore Wednesday, I have worn tall dark boots, black skinnies, some flowy-ish shirt, and a peacoat. That’s it. Today though, I actually really like my outfit. I got to play around a bit more since the snow has melted down enough that a person can mostly walk on pavement and we shouldn’t get another friggin blizzard until at least tomorrow. I seized the chance to wear something other than the same two pairs of boots I’ve alternated between since October (September?…). Yay. Go me. So anyway, here’s my outfit of the day. It’s my perfect mix of Pacific Northwestern, trendy, casual but still able to get away with for work, comfortable, lesbianish and (I think) cute. img-set

Black Skinny Jeans, Blue and Teal Flannel, Burgundy Puffy Vest, Tan Chukka’s, Grey Canvas and Brown Leather Backpack and simple accessories. Including my engagement ring! My FIANCE gave it to me (the same as her’s) yesterday. Yay again. 🙂signoff

Trend Watch: Oil Slick Hair

If you guys aren’t super in love with oil slick hair, I have to assume it’s because you just haven’t seen it. I mean, to be fair, neither have I. At least not in real life. But I’ve gone on Pinterest and drooled a lot and I’m pretty sure that counts.  It’s dark hair that is beautiful and edgy and glam and funky all at the same time. It seems to work on many shades of brunette and any length. It can be super vibrant or quite subtle and each way I’ve seen it, it look fantastic. I give you proof:

See? I told ya. ALL gorgeous. I tend to love the more golden ones like the color in the top left image. Soooo pretty. And guess what? Almost never have I really splurged on my own hair. There was this one time when I was going to, but she couldn’t get it as light as I wanted for the look I wanted, so I splurged on the halfway point (I was a pretty cool bronde) and then DIYed the rest of the way to blonde. And even the few times I do go to lovely salons and get nice cuts and colors, rarely is it really me. At best I go home and make it bigger and crazier in some way. Never is it as bold of a move as I intended to make. Each, time I really wanna say, “Now you listen up, betch, I’ve been obsessing and pinning this shit for 7 1/2 months. If I say I want bold, teal peekaboo highlights or for the back to fade all the way to a one, I swear to god I absolutely mean it.” But still, they go darker or lighter or longer or whatever, but always more timid than my dreams.

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Not this time. I have found my girl. Again, I don’t actually know her in anyway. But I know the owner of her salon and that’s something. And I stalk her hair facebook page. And look. Just look. She does a pretty damn awesome oil slick pixie. Again, I would want some warmer tones blended in, but this is just glorious.  So I’m gonna do the thing. I’m really gonna book an appointment and get the hair I want. I think a girl deserves to splurge on her hair at least every few years, right?

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Click to check out Curly Sue’s facebook page.

And better still, Terra and I are getting photos done with the littles next month, so even if the vivid colors only last me a couple weeks, I’ll always have proof of that one time I was a total cool girl.

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#ootd

It has been raining at least a little every single day for an entire month. I’m sure of it. Yesterday the sun broke through and it wasn’t even super rainy or freezing when I left for work. I allowed myself some white after Labor Day and I didn’t even wear boots today. Oh, AND, I totally took my coat off at several points through out the day.

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Pub Crawlin’

Around these parts the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day is pretty big deal. Our local main street America program has one of its more jolly fundraisers of the year: a pub crawl. That’s right, friends, I get to don some gay green apparel and drink to my heart’s content all in the name of community involvement and support. I’m actually not kidding. It’s one of the biggest money makers for the organization, and doesn’t take a huge investment on their part. You just walk around to and through our downtown bars with all your favorite homies, and the entry fee includes your cab ride home. Throughout the evening there are some games, prizes, snack, water and, of course, green beer and drink specials. Literally, what’s not to love. If you can’t tell, I’m rather excited.

GF’s last gf wasn’t me and didn’t really share my enthusiasm for the Pub Crawl so this is her very first time to go in the event’s 6 years of existence. I’m delighted to show her the ropes with so many of our favorite people.

All the straight girls are putting a lot of consideration into their outfits; cutting up their free t-shirts into sex kitten masterpieces, constructing poofy, matching tutus and *maybe* buying up every other green glittery hat, headband, and piece of jewelry they can find. That’s not exactly my style and the idea of maintaining a tutus for hours of drinking is my hell, but I figure I should begin putting together my own dyke-chic ensemble. This is what I came up with. c600x715.jpg

It’s perfect for tromping around rather buzzed up, but has my perfect mix of styles and has just a touch of festive rainbow. Hell, i may even wear rainbow socks too.

Happy early St. Patrick’s Day!

Elle