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You would never guess by looking at me but I’m nuts about fashion.  I read every single fashion magazine I can get my gnarly little (unmanicured) claws on.

Vogue, Lucky, Harper’s Bazaar, Marie Claire…I can’t get enough!  I pore over the glossy pictures, oohing and aahing over clothes that I would never wear or buy. I geek out learning about designers both new ‘n seasoned (oh, Gucci…I lust after your fringed purses so bad!).  And trends?  Please.  I know what’s in before it’s on the shelves!

And let’s not forget Project Runway.  OMG I never miss that (please adopt me, Tim Gunn!).  Even watching the construction of clothing makes me drool.

I admire people who know how to get their steez on because there is nothing nicer than seeing someone rocking some mega fly threads.  A gorgeous purse will stop me in my tracks every time and you can bet I’ll be asking who the designer is.  (I usually know and can spot quality a mile away.  I secretly wonder if those women think “Who is this wild eyed slob asking about my bag – I hope she’s not planning on robbing me!”)

I’m surrounded by fashionable women.  I have a stylish daughter who can rock the retro girly thing like a mini diva.  And my sis?  She looks like Liz Hurley and is the epitome of Italian chic. 

But me?   Well, in my head I’m Edie Sedgewick, but in reality, I’m a fashion slacker.  Jeans and t shirts.  Yoga pants.  Birkenstocks.  Straight hair and the most minimal makeup I can get away with (my motto: if it takes you more than five minutes to put it on, you’re wearing too much).  Dresses?  For anyone who knows me, that’s rarer than a dodo bird sighting.  

True story: when I was a little girl, my mother wanted to dress me in the frilliest, girliest stuff she could find.  I resisted because I was happier in pants and my sailor shirt (better gear for frog hunting, in my opinion).  One day, we were arguing over getting dressed for school.  I refused to put on the pretty confection that she was begging me to wear.  Finally, she got so fed up, she ripped the dress into shreds and put me in my dirty play clothes to “teach me a lesson”.  I strolled out of that house triumphantly, looking like a tragic ragamuffin. The real lesson I walked away with that day: I will wear what I want.  (Yes, I was bratty.  Oh – and that was me at five years old.  My poor mother!)

I’m not sure why I’m so into style but when it comes to my own looks, it’s as my daughter calls it: utilitarian.  Comfort.   A wee bit undone and super unfussy.

I’ll go clothes shopping but it’s rare that I deviate from my usual “uniform” or even purchase something for that matter.  Truth is, I’m as girly as it comes when it’s about fashion and makeup but I’d rather spend my bucks on gadgets and books.

And I’m kinda lazy.  I adore beautiful things but hate spending hours trying to gussy up.  Plus, I’ve never really been all that interested in being a peacock (well, I take that back – when I was a club gal, I was quite the dish – but I’m too old and flabby to get away with that wardrobe now!). 

Occasionally, I clean up well, but most days, I’m surrounded by a stack o’ books in my Gap yoga pants and a WuTang t-shirt.  It’s me.  It’s my look.  And until Tim Gunn bursts through my door to fix this hot mess, I’m perfectly fine with it.

How about you? Are you a super fly fashion plate or could you care less?  Or are you like me, love it all but have zero interest in actually living it?  Hit me up on Twitter and share your fashion confessions.  (I’m curious how many slackers like me are out there.)

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Sorry to hit you up with yet another picture of my cat, TaoZen, but he loooovvveesss the camera.  I think he’d be a great cat model. Don’t you agree?

Other stuff:

I am so honored that Christiana Gaudet included me in her Seven of My Favorite Tarot Blogs!  Yay!

I was crazy about the supermodels of the 90’s.  My favorite, Kate Moss, hands down.  Christy Turlington a close second. (When I was younger, I was a big Gia fan and I also loved Kathy Ireland.)

By now, you’ve heard about that Heartbleed security  problem on the internet, no?  If not, get your passwords changed, pronto.  This shizz is serious security breach stuff, yo.

We have a full Lunar eclipse on Tuesday.  Apparently the first full moon in April is called the “Pink Moon”.  This particular eclipse is called the “Blood Moon”.  Check out these pics and learn more.  If you want to make sure you don’t miss it, here’s how to observe it

Want to know how that bad ole eclipse might affect you astrologically?  The always brilliant Susan Miller has your answer

I love this story about a German fisherman finding the oldest message in a bottle.  

In other late mail stories, this woman gets a letter from her mother – 45 years late!

Handstands on a horse?  Ladies and gentlemen, here is Horse Yoga.

I’ll admit it: I am a fan of these creepy animal masks.  The pug one – OMG.

Like to cook? Do your food a favor and throw out that jarred garlic.  Who uses that crud anyways?

Maisie Williams said that fans of Game of Thrones will be confused this season. I was already stumped when I saw a different guy playing Daarios. (PS that pissed me off.)

Patti Smith on writing poetry.  I idolize this woman.  Seriously. 

Let’s all agree that taxidermy is freaky.  Look at @CrapTaxidermy and you’ll see it can also be funny as hell. 

19 Hard Things You Need To To To Be Successful. YES.

 

What I’m Grateful For:

Well made shoes that don’t pinch my feet

Clean desks

Full gas tank

Sunshine!

My new mini keyboard for my mini iPad

Finding an old high school buddy on Facebook

Meditation

My homies, who always have my back

 

Soundtrack for 4/12/14:  “Fashion” by David Bowie – I will always pay homage to Bowie’s bone structure!

Keep on mackin’,

Theresa 

© Theresa Reed | The Tarot Lady 2014

 pictures from my personal collection and stock photography

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