on the ROCKS

This morning, I searched through my closet (and...oops...floor) to find something to wear.  I realized I wanted to wear something that I wore for one hour yesterday.  It didn't feel right yesterday, but today it felt right.  Really, it HAS TO feel right.  I've changed outfits up to 4 times in the course of a day.   If I exist for an hour or so in it and it doesn't feel right, it goes.  (And that's not including the changes that occur in the morning when initially deciding what to wear.)  Is that weird?  I mean, I'm an actress/performer/artist.  An outfit for the day is like a costume to me, and it has to feel right for the character I'm going to play that day, or the fictional world I see myself inhabiting that day.  Each day brings a different character/place/etc. 

Today it was my 1970s (I think?) Halston blouse.  It's a poet blouse, with really puffy, long sleeves and a collar that ties at the neck.  It's a really rich burgundy color, and it's long enough to be a (really short) dress with opaque tights (with the danger of some potential bum exposure if it is windy), or a (really long) shirt with pants.  Today I wore it with my ultra-skinny Cheap Monday blue jeans.  And a fur collar... always a fur collar.

Right now: Maker's Mark, on the rocks, with a splash of ginger ale.

The splash of ginger ale is necessary for two reasons:

1. I'm a ginger. I have the arm freckles and transparent complexion to prove it.

2. It gives just the right amount of fizzing, bubbly sweetness needed to enhance the Maker's.

Maker's is exactly what I need to lull myself into dreamland.  Lately, dreamland has been nightmareland.  But, really, to be honest that's kind of fun--as long as I can kick the creepy in the morning.  Sometimes I do.  Sometimes I don't.

-kc