Let Me Be Your Groupie, Baby
This look was inspired by my teenage self and the fact that festival season is upon us. Teenage me was the type of girl who would boldly walk backstage at gigs, like she worked for the band, and find herself chilling like a villain in the green room. 
Ok. That only really happened a handful of times, and each time I was scared out of my wits and just lurked awkwardly in the corner until someone acknowledged me. But I did play pool with a couple of nice (and pretty famous) bands who reached out to the young weirdo in the corner. 
Teenage me would have totally rocked this metallic rocker chic gone sexpot number had such options existed back in the day. It’s literally the perfect look for SXSW- the festival that has currently turned my quiet hometown of Austin into a hot mess that’s musically blessed. 
Want to rock this grown up groupie, look? The top is simple band style t-shirt that knotted into a crop top. I purchased mine at Forever 21, but any band tee will do. The metallic cotton candy wonder skirt is from ASOS, and has instantly become a new favorite. It’s light and basically a neutral, if you’re a unicorn bad ass such as myself. The gypsy inspired sandals are from JustFab’s new sandal line and are surprisingly comfortable. I topped it off with my fav light weight funky chunky tassel earrings, a bejeweled leather cuff (I like this alternative) and “don’t mess with me, I’ll key your car and steal your beer” hot pink matte lipstick (that I bought from the dollar store and love, don’t judge).
Today I learned that I am going back to India… tomorrow or Monday. I guess that’s why I wore this billowy wind strewn shirt, because I bought it off of Indian Amazon prime last time I was there. Instead of pimping all over the world- I’m PRIMING all over the world. Is that a dad joke? It just might be. 
My life as of recent has been intense. Oddly I love it. I think its because I’m an uncanny diva of a duck that thrives in chaos. As a problem solver, lots of things to fix is weirdly comforting. I love a good challenge. I also love a good cupcake… and a good shirtless man… and a good glass of wine.
Speaking of challenges… it’s 5 pm and I’m exhausted. It feels like I’ve done everything and nothing all at the same time. I took a 2 hour work call this morning, cleaned my closet, made lunch, took Data for a long walk and bought 85 million pounds of candy for my Desi coworkers at Target.
On the other hand, I am not packed, my apartment is a mess, I still haven’t received my visa, and I have about 1,375 videos I should be filming for the YouTube. And yet I find myself typing away at the computer. Why? Because I like what I’m wearing. Funny how that works. In a to do list a mile long, my oasis is sharing this pretty flowy shirt to the world. Simple pleasures indeed.
(Jeans old Girlfriend cut from Torrid. Flats and shades from my Target trip today).
I am in Miami for work for the next few days and I packed this 
When I travel for work I rely on dresses I can throw in a bag and go- with out worries of wasting space or *sigh* wrinkles. This number is the perfect example of what I love most in a travel dress. It’s uber flattering and, while basic, can easily be dressed up and down. This means I can make it work overtime and be re-worn when trying to pack light. There are also subtle details that makes it a not-so-basic staple, like the up and down seaming. The thing is $24, works for all body types, comes in a million colors and I firmly believe every girl should own one. I wasn’t paid to say that, I’m just simply a big fan of all the sunny vibes this mustard magic is putting out.
This majestic tribal necklace- believe it or not- was an airport buy. Ok the airport in India, which for the record,has by far the best accessories I have ever seen. At $15, this necklace looks like it should cost $70 and an intimate knowledge the hipster wearable art scene. It’s eccentric and unique and just dang cool. It’s one of my favorite things Ive purchased abroad andgoes almost too perfectly with the mustard hue of this swing dress. Sadly I don’t know where you can pick up this exact necklace online, but I found 
For shoes I am breaking so many people’s unrealistic fashion rules, and wearing Crocs- 
Before I talk about the finishing touches. Can we talk about Data’s cameo in this photo and how happy it makes me feel? I took theses photos while simultaneously chasing him around the terrace of my hotel. Here he’s sneaking back waiting for me to chase him again. Awww little nugget, I love you. DRAMATIC AND UNEXPLAINED SUBJECT CHANGE. I finished off this look with a low messy adventuress bun, simple make up in soft browns, a vintage grossgrain belt and my favorite motivational 
I have one Valentine’s Day tradition, and to be honest it might be my favorite holiday tradition of all time. Yes, this is odd given I am not a 24 hours de amor mega fan, but bear with me. See every year the night before Valentine’s Day, I drink. I drink a lot. I also cake my face in make up, tease my hair and then proceed to writhe like an animal on my bed and wipe at my face with reckless abandon until I look like the queen of hot mess- and the ultimate example of a love gone wrong victim. I then proceed to photograph myself, usually while consuming more libations, and fake crying. Not, no crying. Wailing. Screeching. Moaning. All over my lack of love. The results are the best and saddest Valentine’s photos you’ll see this year.
(here’s an example of 
People love Valentines Day, all dem hearts and chocolate and fancy wine and roses and sexy sexy underwear. Me, I love to HATE Valentine’s Day. I just think the whole thing is stupid, lame-o, sad pants, annoyed emoji face, tired. This may be because I am against holidays that use love to sell us stuff we don’t need or probably more accurately because I am soulless swarthy spinster with no gilded lover in sight. And don’t even get me start on those frivolous single awareness day parties. I don’t need a party to celebrate the fact I am single. I do that Every. Single. Damn. Day. Thank you very much. Except when I do my taxes, because there have been a few years I have really considered getting hitched for a cheeky little tax break.
