Remember how I asked for autumn? I practically begged. Well guess what, St. Louisans! It isn’t here yet, damn it! Instead, we’re stuck in a terrible heat wave with psycho-high humidity, and I’m stuck being a zitty, sticky, frizzy-haired bitch. God, I hate summer. And wearing office-appropriate attire makes warm weather a trillion times worse. Possibly more. My brain is too melted for math. … Keep reading…

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Nine or ten autumns ago, I was a Doc Martin-clad teenager in an awkward situation. At the time, my ideal outfit consisted of thigh-high stockings and boots, topped with a torn tee and a miniskirt. Oh, the miniskirts. I loved miniskirts. Since I couldn’t quite find my ideal skirt, I used some fabric remnants to craft my own. It was short and heavily … Keep reading…

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I have arguably the world’s neediest cat. As I type, Yogurt sits in my lap, breathing fish-breath on my face and trying to tap his nose on my nose. It’s really, really cute… Not the easiest way to type, but really cute. It’s amazing how 13 pounds of furball can derail a blog post. Instead of discussing Tales of Great Sales or … Keep reading…

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It’s hot. It’s humid. It’s hot and it’s humid and I’m in pain. I’m suffering through two blisters because I wore booties when it’s hot and humid because I’m so over summer. Damn it, weather, isn’t it time for fashion’s favorite season?  There’s no way around it: Autumn is simply the best. As a pale redhead (albeit a fake redhead, but that’s beside … Keep reading…

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