Total Apology Tuesday

Hello, lovelies!

I am ridiculously, uberly swamped right now! I really don't have days off from work at the moment, I have tons of work to do for my novel workshop, and some other things going on as well. Fitting time in for the blog the last couple weeks has been a major challenge. I haven't even been reading blogs, or much else! You should see the stack of magazines on my ottoman that I've been meaning to catch up on for, oh I don't know, the last two months.

But I refuse to give this up, so if you'll bear with me, I'll be back to regular posting soon. I don't know if people even notice or really care about this sort of thing, but I wanted to touch base in case there are those of you who do, and are wondering what's up. Let me square some things away this week, and starting next week I should be in a better groove.

So no Total Trend Tuesday today. It's coming, I swears. I got mad trends for y'all. Totally.

Thank you for waiting, you're beautiful.

StyleLikeU Sundays, Glenn O'Brien: "When I was an adolescent...things become a bit more tribal."

Glenn O'Brien writes for GQ magazine. I love his home and especially how he arranged his library. Also notable are his white shoes and the pocket square worn with a seersucker suit. And I absolutely love what he says about matching your socks to your trousers or shoes. I wanted to feature a writer this week because I'm feverishly in novel mode, and Glenn helped to pump up my inspiration.



Every Sunday I feature a different closet interview from stylelikeu.com. These are people whose style and insights inspire me, and help to propel my own work here and in other creative pursuits by being awesome.

Flirt

Dresses like this make me feel sassy. Flirty, skin-bearing, a tad retro, reminiscent of a time when femininity wielded a certain charming power. Sometimes I feel like I suck at wielding my femininity. I can be so bad at flirting. I think part of this is because I'm so used to fending off unwanted catcalls and male attention, making me resistance to genuine interest from someone I might actually be into, and part of it is because I never assume a guy would be attracted to me and I don't want to come off as an idiot. Sigh, I'm rambling. Am I making sense? I suck at harnessing sexiness, I think. I've been single for about seven months now, and I want to be this fierce, magnetic lady beating the boys off with a stick. (That's what she said.) I need flirt practice. I need Flirt 101, and more dresses like this. I went out Friday night with some gals, and totally swooned over this bee-yoo-tiful bartender whom I could not take my eyes off. And I would have left it at that, despite my efforts at eye-signals and perma-smile, had my dear, amazing, wonderful friend not intervened, making it clear to him that I was interested and instructing me to leave me number with our bill.

Ugh, so hot.

Anyway, it's my own personal summer of love! I should come up with some ridiculous amazing challenge for myself, like I have to hit on or give my number to one guy a week or something, with mini-challenges like the Grocery Store Number Pass or Happy Hour Man Fishing. The gears are turning. Thanks for reading, you're beautiful.