I bought a pair of these rad hair combs from the 70s/80s the other day.  I was wondering if they had an official name and then noticed it in tiny print near the bottom of the package.  They are called "Kathy Side Combs".  I don't know who this Kathy is, but she is one lucky lady to have some groovy side combs named after her.

On the back of the package, the good people at Goody send this message:

"It's a pleasure to be a woman.  You have so many different sides of yourself to express and enjoy.  That's why Goody offers an inspiring range of hair accessories and styling tools to help you create any look with ease."


I guffawed upon reading this for the first time.  But upon reflection, I believe it is a pleasure to be a woman and I, for one, certainly enjoy expressing and enjoying many different sides of myself.  I don't know if I can go all the way to say I feel that Goody's hair accessories are inspiring, it's a bit presumptuous there on Goody's part but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.





The jury's still out whether I can wear them in a way that is not uninspiring.  I like the idea of them so much but in practical application they're a bit wonky.  After wrestling with them for the better part of fifteen minutes, and finally getting them (and my hair) looking semi-cute the other night, I promptly got a headache from the comb tension.  That made me grouchy.  And I didn't enjoy expressing that side of myself to others.

perfectly disheveled

Joanna posted a fantastic tutorial on how to re-create this messy side ponytail. I love how undone a 'do it is. I can't wait to try. Learn how to do it here.

If the side pony doesn't work out, there's always a hat, right? Aren't these boots kickass? I love the rolled up jeans and slouchy blazer, too...

And no matter how messy your hair is, if you wear a pair of cherry red tights, your look will always look deliberate. Good to know.

I'm gonna spend some time working on my polished disheveled-ness:)

xo
jolie

{top photo by Jamie Beck, bottom two by The Sartorialist}

pajama game

Ahoy, Mateys! I bought this cutest anchor top at Urban O and when I started wearing it about town, DP was a smidge mortified, thinking I was wearing pajamas out in the Real World. The funny thing is, he sees me walking our dog daily in any number of sleepwear combinations. I swear, my neighbors must think I'm a Crazy Lady. (Couple that with the bad umbrella and it just worsens.) If you see a blonde, bed-headed dog walker in my 'hood who looks altogether homeless save some Prada sunglasses, it's Yours Truly.

Perhaps it's because I have to get all gussied up for auditions all the time and that usually feels like work to me. So in the off times, my ideal outfit is one that can be worn all day, into bed at night for sleeping (simply remove the bra), then straight to walk the dog the next morning (simply add sunglasses). No muss, no fuss. I've been known to wear sleepwear out in the world and sleep in actual clothes so when DP started harping on me about the anchor top, I didn't really get it.

Cut to: The other night.  We were crawling into bed:

DP: "See? This is why I think that anchor top looks like PJs--because the pajama top you're wearing right now looks so similar."

Me: "This shirt's not PJs either."

DP: "It's not?"

Me: "Nope. It's J. Crew. It's a thermal shirt."

DP: "Are you bragging about it?"

Me: "Maybe."