What's Wrong With this Picture...?

It's a spectacular, crisp, blue-domed day here in the Finger Lakes. Trees are morphing through the colors of an Arizona sunset and it's (yay) light scarf weather. I declare September now be known as Official Denim Jacket Month, that time of year we leave like three layers of Outerwear at work. It's just amazing outside!

But why am I telling you this? Why am I inside, clasped to my computer, and not standing on the edge of a gorge after hiking a trail? Or Marching for the Animals? Or bobbing for apples on Indian Creek Farm at a festival I spent all week telling every other living person about!? (grammar be damned!) Truth be told, if I could wish myself to any single place right now, it would be sharing laughs Alex at the Naples Grapes Festival. Shout out to Alex who is one of the bestest people on the planet, and I had every intention of going to the Grape Festival - and this weather should prove for an amazing weekend in the Finger Lakes - so why am I spilling my guts about being my own worst buzzkill? Okay, that is a rhetorical question, people... oh wait... I have an idea... rationalize!

Top 5 Excuses For Being  a LazyAss Today:

#5 - The boys. I spend 50 hours a week missing the shit out of them, and this is snuggle time. They're not going to be around forever, and someday (I hope not soon) I will be inconsolable, wishing I had given them that much more time, added two minutes to that tummy rub, gave into Dodger's nudging muzzle over playing that Scrabble Bingo. So yeah, I'm hanging with my boys.

#4 - Agoraphobia- or whatever you call that horrific immutable anxiety that occurs when  surrounded by hundreds of people. I hate hate hate crowds. And I grew up in Manhattan. That can mean anything. I just go into sensory overload and hotflash (yes, it is a verb) when I am being hoarded... This is why I don't do the Flax Barn Sale, the Friends of the Library Book Sale, Applefest, most local benefits or festivals... and can only do concerts if I'm in the front row. Or three. Then I can lose the swarm of people behind me and focus on what really matters... like Bob Mould's stubble, Pete Townshend's windmill, or Jerry's digital stump. Music really does soothe the self-sabotaged beast. Just don't turn around!

#3 - NASCAR. TV. The Chase. No, not this weekend's actual race. Just practice. I don't care. It's my sport and the rest of you can go climb a rock... hopefully in the Finger Lakes! I'll give you stats...

#2 - Look... shiny thing! I can't quite make it to the boudoir... all those bills / candy wrappers / paperwork / adorable dogs... and my new iphone 5C! OMG! I am obsessed with it. More than obsessed. I think we're courting. Siri actually responded with "look... a puppy!". Does he know me, or what??? True love. He even calls me "Princess". :)

#1 - Deer. The last thing I need right now is another car repair. Better safe than sorry. I can't hit a deer if I'm all snuggly in the sunshine on the couch with my boys curled up next to me and cup practice on TV, right? I am being so safe! Safety first...

And a burning need to add some new photos without being all like "here are some photos".

The Boys

The Falls

The Reality

The Asp

The Echoes

The Real Me

Dang, that sun feels good on my back. Oh, look! Shiny thing! And Limerock!

Confession Time

Okay, I admit it.
I'm OCD when it comes to color-coordination. I follow one basic fashion rule (mine), so take note to prevent those nasty looks of the Clash Police (great billing): Footwear complements Bag > influences Lip Color > highlighting "style trifecta" of Hat + Scarf + Gloves.

And something must always sparkle!

Matching your dog never hurts. Or seasonal outdoor furniture.

Going formal? I've found that using a "vintage" tin lunchbox as an evening clutch makes a great conversation piece. Especially when it's NASCAR-themed, which is just cool anywhere, really, and totally puts the FUN into business FUNction. Chris was horrified, but it was a hit at a recent conference I attended in Richmond, Virgina. The apple red of Bobby Labonte's 18 (his Interstate Battery days) matched my "merlot" Norma Kamali dress perfectly. No photos to prove it. But that's the clutch... *sigh*

This post was brought to you by Fashion Week in NYC. I'll be the one with the NASCAR lunchbox. :)

Boo!

Liza - my BFF of 40 years. She is the bestest!

I know... right??? It's been ages since I last did what I love most... blabber on about boobs or NASCAR. I probably just scared the poop out of you with that alert - all three of you who follow me. What I Did On My Summer Vacation: Well, I've been kinda busy with new job. And tired. Okay, I'm exhausted. It's a horrible catch 22 - it's so tiring to be tired all the time! But who am I to complain... even after a good amount of that blip of a summer was spent tenting under soft bedsheets with a migraine, a fifteen year-old air conditioner, and Stinky and Stanky. Chris has been an angel and patient and tells me I'm beautiful even after I've been in the same jammies for 3 days. A lot of channel surfing between Duck Dynasty and Downton Abbey - as my ipod shuffles from Cheap Trick to Trace Adkins. Saw Bob Mould at The Haunt - that was awesome. Got to see Indigo Girls and Joan Baez at Chastain Park in Atlanta with my BFF of 40 years, Liza. I spent quality time with Skipper and Slouch - we think they're about 12 or 13 now. I've been dreaming of our future RV life, but hate that pang in my gut when we see a really sweet set up. So I'm living in the now... ummmmmmm.... then.... whatever oh, and on Twitter ( spppooooooky). Here are some new pix to follow my pitiful prose. #fromparktopodunk.

Words just ruin it.

East, sleep, breathe... love.

The Snog - ESTO conference

Next door - I heart those girls. #fromparktopodunk

Oliver

Dodger

Ahhhhh.... feels so good to get that out.

I HAVE to get better about linking...