When I put this on this morning, I thought it looked pretty nifty, but now looking at the pictures I took, the scarf totally looks like a lobster bib. I never tried lobster before I went vegetarian, but it seems like a messy proposition even for the most delicate of eaters (which I am decidedly not), and I certainly wouldn’t use a nice scarf like this to catch the copious drips.
In my defence, it was chilly, and having the scarf up around my neck was warm.
Scarf issues aside, I am thrilled, THRILLED, that it’s finally cooler out now, and I can wear my tights and not melt. I love these emerald green tights, even though whenever I wear them my feet turn green. Somehow that’s part of the allure of them. This shirt is pretty flattering on me too — I’ve come to realize that shoulder ruffles or ruching or interest of some sort makes me look curvy in a rather lovely way. I am having to rethink my staunch no-ruffles-ruching-or-gathering rule. Note also the pink lipstick, which was previously on my no-go list too.
While the shoes looks nice they’re woefully uncomfortable; they’re somehow too tight (in the toes) and too loose (at the heel) all at once. But I wasn’t going far today, and the tights help considerably, so I took another stab at Operation Stretch Out the Toes of Those Cheap Shoes.
False confidence, this. Operation Stretch Out the Toes of Those Cheap Shoes is looking pretty hopeless.
Operation Grow Out Pixie Cut is… going? It’s in that super awkward stage where I look like a lopsided sheepdog, but neurotic trimming of the hair at the nape of my neck when it even thinks about growing much past my hairline has mostly kept the mullet at bay. (A. is very hepful with this, after I took a wedge out of my hair when I tried to do it myself.) It’ll be a while before it looks even vaguely reasonable again, and by that time it’ll probably be summer and I’ll get itchy to hack it all off again. How anyone gets through summer with long hair is an utter mystery to me — anyone care to enlighten me?
I like it! There are two trillion ways to tie a scarf, and Katie probably knows most of ‘em. A little tinkering may alleviate your lobster bib feeling.
“I am having to rethink my staunch no-ruffles-ruching-or-gathering rule. Note also the pink lipstick, which was previously on my no-go list too.”
Many of history’s great leaders wore ruffles. I’m wary of ruffles, too, but I’ve been gun-shy about a lot of stereotypically girly things… someday I’d love to see a post about your no-go list!
There may be a scarf or two in the package I’m sending to you, Miss Millie…
Scarf proportions can be tricky. I found I don’t like wearing scarves tied that high up on my neck because it obscures my neckline and, combined with my bust, just creates too much bulk without any long lines. Hence my love of larger scarves tied lower. You might like that scarf tied that way more if you only tied the very ends together so it had more length and less lobster. And you rock ruffles, ’tis true.
Yeah, I’d done that originally, and then changed it for some reason. I looked in a mirror and everything, and somehow it didn’t read as lobster bib! It’s a nice big scarf, though.
1. Love the scarf, and I agree with Katie that it might just need to hang a bit lower to alleviate the feeling that you’re going to quickly be covered in hot lobster-y butter.
2. TIGHTS.
3. Ah, the pixie-grow-out. I, too have been avoiding Mulletville like the plague (now you’re imagining plague-ridden rats with mullets, aren’t you?), and I’m finally, slowly, feeling okay with the weird, floppy in-between phase it’s reached. Keep on keepin’ on, Millie!
My hair buys a one way ticket to plaguey Mulletville whenever possible, so I get an inverted haircut where the back is shorter than the front. Even this last time when it went really short, the top and sides were longer than the back. I find this definitely lets me go a lot longer between cuts.
I think my hair is permanently in the weird, floppy in-between stage, but some neighbourhoods in the stage are better than others, and think this is one of them. Somehow plague mullets translated as “barrister wig rats” and that’s mighty odd mental image.
Oh man, I’m loving the kelly green tights. They just work this outfit over into superFab.
I’m actually really digging the shape your hair is taking in these pictures. As a perpetual hair slicker, I’m really into poofy hair on other people.
It’s funny, because I’m forever haggling with my hair to get it flat on top and poofy on the sides. It looks better than it sounds! But my hair is super uncooperative so it’s hit and miss.
Also I’d wear these tights with everything if I could (and didn’t have to bother with washing them all the time, because they still bleed like whoa).
Ah, the trials and tribulations of short hair and the growing-out thereof. You seem to be navigating the Awkward Teenage Hair stages well! My major problem with haircuts growing out are the hair sideburn things going absolutely manic and sticking out every-which-way, which negates the smooth-haired look that I try so hard to cultivate.
The colors of the scarf go great with that yellow top, by the way. I’m sure you’ll find another way of wearing it that appeals to you more! I only have about three different ways of wearing scarves myself…
ME TOO. My side bits are permanently petulant teenagers and flip out all the time and drive me up the wall. They’re a good litmus test for hairdresers, though — anyone who listens when I say “they do that no matter how short you cut it, so don’t bother trying to clip it into submission” is a keeper. (I can list the number of those hairdressers I’ve had on one hand.)