Necklace: heirloom | Top: J.Crew Outlet | Skirt: JCPenney | Heels: Urban Outfitters
Do you name your cars? We (me and my parents) do. At least most of them. My first car, which my dad still drives, is a white Oldsmobile named Molly. My grandfather gave her to me. My current car is named Pontius Prius, because I wanted to keep the Latin thread going from Prius to his first name.
The car between the two, however, didn't have a name. The Volvo, as it was simply called, was truly the best car I've ever had. I loved that car literally to death--we made it to 200,003 miles, but the point between trading my parents Molly for the Volvo and the day I said farewell were so amazing. We went everywhere--New Jersey, New Orleans, Savannah, all once, & Asheville, Charlotte, Columbia, and Virginia countless times. I clocked so many hours in that car, and it never failed until the transmission did.
Today I drive Pontius 12 miles each way to work, and I fill my tank once a week, and it costs $25. But the traction isn't the best. The pickup isn't perfect. There's nowhere to hide my purse. And at the end of the day, despite how much I enjoy driving Pontius, I always remember that sometimes the best horse truly is the one with no name.
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Want to participate in this week's Style Imitating Art? Vivienne is hosting this week and above is a photo of the artwork she selected, from the caves of Lascaux. If you want to take part, visit her blog and send her your photos and links to your posts by the night of the 24th. Thanks and happy interpreting!
Top: J. Crew | Belt: Target | Skirt: Talbots | Heels: Urban Outfitters
Sorry for the unexpected hiatus. My remote was acting up, work was crazy, school was crazy, excuses excuses. I'm back, point being. I really missed taking outfit photos, oddly enough--it seems like the one time of day where I'm really just focusing on myself (literally and figuratively!) and not worrying about a patron, my parents, my horse, my homework, or anything like that. It's a zen moment. (By the way, I've started doing yoga. Yikes.)
My mom looks a lot shorter than me here, but she's actually an inch taller than I am. Just in case you were wondering.
Necklaces: J.Crew Outlet and heirloom | Top: J.Crew Outlet | Belt: Target | Skirt: Talbots | Wedges: Payless
If there's one key piece of information you need to know about me, it's that I'm a librarian. (In training.) But if there's another piece of information you need to know about me, it's that I am a massive football fan. I love football. It's the sport. I was an Eagles fan before I was even born, and I've stuck with them through thick (the later McNabb years) and the thin (the 1990s) and the thinnest (I've gotten so much shit for liking a team that supports a dogfighter*). I love my birds, and I always will.
But I'd love them more if they won a damn Super Bowl. JUST ONE.
* I do not condone what Michael Vick did, not by a long shot. However, what's past is, in fact, past, and he paid sufficiently according to federal law. I believe wholeheartedly on judging art exclusively of the artist, and you are not simply the sum of your crimes, or your disability, or your job. Life is a lot more complicated than that, and I'm in no place to judge Vick's personal life--none of us are, really, especially now that his problems are well in the past.
