On Khaki Pond.

There's a pond in the backyard of our apartment that has long been neglected. Filled with ancient, decaying detritus and ten thousand other types of gross and with cracks in its lining, we asked our rental company to either restore it or fill it in before it got too hot outside and started to attract mosquitos and flies (yick!).

So, tired of getting no help, we took on the task ourselves. We cleaned out the pond, filled it with fresh water, and treated it to be fish-friendly.

Here I am, letting our fledgling school of comet goldfish free, free, FREE! I've asked around, and pretty much all that needs done is to feed the fish for the first two weeks, and by that time, they'll figure out how to eat the mosquitos off the top of the water.

They can grow to be up to a foot long or so... hopefully they'll end up like these amicable fellows at the Conservatory:


Today found me going to an interview for a Visuals Manager position at a decidedly staid retailer. I felt the occasion called for khaki, even though, after many a taupe tragedy, I've sworn to never wear khaki bottoms again. I've also sworn myself to never wear blue, button-up shirts (sigh, don't ask). What gripped me when I assembled this ensemble under pressure of time yesterday at Target?

Shirt: Target. Skirt: Target. Belt: Thrifted. Shoes: MIA. Bag: Francesca. Earrings: Target. Shades: Found them in my glovebox today.

I've no frickin' clue, but much to my amazement, this was one outfit that I felt really great wearing. I've always been afraid of "normal" clothes, and I always tend towards something "weird", but I liked feeling respectable and casually business-y. Bonus: after the interview, I foraged through F21 and found a bunch of different ways to work this skirt into less straightforwardly work-like attire (aka: funky McAwesome). Stay tuned.

Yours,

Elissa.