The Summer (non)Style Report
Summer…it's almost here. I still don't get out for a few weeks, but I can see the light. I'm already transitioning into my summer sleep hours. Last night I went to bed at midnight. Just because I wanted to. And this morning I barely woke up. And thought my summer transition thing was the dumbest thing ever.
My attitude definitely lightens up in the summer. No papers to grade, no detention slips to write, no classrooms to hide in when the principal goes door to door looking for jeans violators. . .
My closet definitely signals the coming of summer. (It also signals a tornado, but that's not exactly relevant.)
I finally got “hip” and got some of these sandals.
While I think these type of shoes are really cute, I have avoided them for at least a year because they make my toes mad. But I caved and got some this week anyway. I don't understand why we women do this to ourselves. In some countries these shoes would be called torture devices. But they look good. I'm wearing them next Saturday to Teen Mania at the Springfield library. If you live anywhere near Springfield, MO, you should clear your calendar, grab your own uncomfortable shoes, and join us. YA authors Brent Crawford, Holly Schindler and Brian Katcher will also be there.
I got my new summer polish for the at-home pedicure. I saw this color in Shape magazine and had to have it.
It's OPI's A Good Man-Darin Is Hard To Find. (Isn't it, though? A ripe papaya isn't that easy to happen upon either.) (And by the way, don't be impressed that I read Shape. I also read cookbooks. . .) I have a really bad habit of buying nail polish from basically four color families: pink, fruit punch, violet, red. So when I get the new polish home, I put it in a drawer where it sits next to six other bottles that look just like it, minus some small difference only visible to one with a bionic eye.
I got myself a yellow purse.
That's not it, but you get the idea. Last winter Kelly Ripa said “For spring and summer, yellow is the new black.” So I paid attention. I switched from boring brown to cheery yellow yesterday. The problem is, the only things that fit in it is my Burt's Bees lip balm, two quarters, and one half of my sunglasses. But I look good. I mean, who cares if the thing won't zip, and I leave a trail of all my personal effects? Who needs a drivers license?
I also bought these, but they're going back.
Sanuks. Have you tried these? They are very, very comfy to stand in. They're made of recycled yoga mats. But they're almost a little too cushy, if that's possible. Kinda heavy. But really cute. I like my Yellow Box sequin flops better. They look fancier under the disco ball.
Finally, I've picked my summer song.
Yes, I've caved on Ke$sha too. I was NOT a fan. Then I heard her interviewed on Ryan Seacrest's radio show, and she was just so…self-aware. He asked her about criticism for her silly lyrics, and she said she wrote all of them and had written some hits for others. She's actually been in the biz for a while. And she said she didn't care about the criticism because fun was her theme. She wanted to write from the POV of her age. Totally respect that. “I like your beard.”
Hey, the sweet and talented author Nicole O'Dell reviewed So Over My Head for SheReads. They're giving away the complete set of A Charmed Life books, so run over there and get in the drawing.
So what's something you've bought or want to get to usher in summer? A snow cone? A new beach towel? Some Coppertone? A new book? Let me know!
JEN
