Turning to face the strange.

When it rains, it pours, eh? Metaphorically speaking of course, for it's a sweltery one. I spent it in a sultrily thin cotton sundress that made me feel all "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof".

"'Memba how you used to love me?" Dress, thrifted. Belt, thrifted. Bag, thrifted. Shoes, JC Penney. Earrings, thrifted.

Orange is my favorite color...


I thrifted the dress serendipitously when I found it thrown over the rack. Shape unnoticed, I grabbed it prinicipally because the color sang out to me.

Look, I'm Edward Citrushands...

You never know when you'll need a favorite-colored ensemble. I know I do today, for a world of change is headed my way.

The only pair of clip-ons that I own, or that I'd wear. I made a special concession for these.

Remember my raccoon issues? Well, I still got 'em, in spades. And a host of other problems made worse by a super inattentive property management company and The Neighbors from The Bad Place. Like, "call the police, SPCA and Al Sharpton" bad.

So, fantasy love-nest it is no more. We're packing up once again. The good news is, we think we know where to and we think we've really picked a winner this time (this candidate has a dark room in the basement... EEEKKK!!)

And speaking of winners, why don't you try your hand at becoming one (not that you already aren't!) by entering my current contest brought to you by Chickdowntown! I'm really loving all the clips you're sending me.

Yours,

Elissa.