Flash Dance

Skirt: Gap, thrifted...Turtleneck: J Crew Factory...Belt: Target...Scarf: Gap...Boots: Biviel via Buffalo Exchange...Tights: Target...Bag: Longchamp knockoff

I have a love/hate relationship with this skirt. I thrifted it for just a few dollars, it's a lovely, well made, light grey, pleated beauty. The waistband is actually my waist size. But, the accordion pleats are tricky for sitting all day. It's about an inch too short to wear without tights (shows off my knobby knees but it's perfectly colored for springtime, which is infuriating). And it's got volume.

Guys, it's a darn good thing these photos get taken in the alley of sorts between our apartment buildings, blinds stay closed and cars can't see. I had a Marilyn Moment. Needless to say, I kept a hand delicately near my rump for the rest of my wandering around outside. Please tell me I'm not the only one to nearly flash my friends and neighbors.

Bike Rack Blues

Stolen outfit elements? Perhaps. If you think the pleated skirt and silly gold peeptoes are familiar, you're  a keen observer...

I thought after yesterday's story of absurd tragedy, another story of my ineptitude.

I love my bike. I love my bike rack. I bought it from a shop in which the owner is knowledgeable but isn't gross and patronizing about it. When I went in for a tune up, they offered to sell me an old junker rack rather than the $65 "mack daddy" rack. Because I wouldn't appreciate a nice one and I'm too cheap.

Last weekend, we spent a lot of time biking everywhere. And every time I touched my bike, I nearly tipped it over and definitely knocked my basket off the side of the rack. Every darn time. Water bottles scattered everywhere, the contents of my sling backpack dumped to the ground.

This is why I don't have nice things. I'm a bike rack menace. It's also a good thing I went with a back basket... I'm an overcorrecting steer-er and would probably wind up eating pavement if there was weight in the front on my handlebars.