TWO FLATS, ONE HOUR

{PaPa's shirt, shorts from T.C. Elli's, Dolce Vita sandals, Target hat, Ray-Ban sunglasses, vintage necklaces}


I love Mustangs. No, not as in a horse. I'm actually deathly afraid of horses ever since being bucked off one at a birthday party when I was six.

Mustang as in Ford Mustang. I got my black Mustang, aka Helen Wheels (after the Paul McCartney and Wings song, duh) when I graduated high school in '08.



Too bad the exposed side was tragically attacked by cows last Thanksgiving and now has a s-ton of dents. Yes, I said attacked by cows.

When I got my car, PaPa gave me the shirt I'm wearing above. It was his when he was younger. Pretty sweet, right?


I got an inch+ cut off my hair yesterday. Hair dude says it will be better for my hair in the long run. Frustration.




Peace & Love,
Ra

CRAPPY PEOPLE, BALL ISSUES, AND ZUCCHINI

I remember when I was in seventh grade. All of the "popular" girls started straightening their hair. Stick straight. They had streaky highlights and wore white eyeshadow. Stick straight hair, streaky highlights, white eyeshadow.

My mom wouldn't let me straighten my hair. Or get streaky highlights. Or wear white eyeshadow. However, I could get "natural" highlights and I could style my hair -- with a round brush contraption that blew heated air. No makeup until I was in high school. I just stuck to Bonne Bell coffee-flavored lip gloss.

While I now thank her for not letting me get streaky highlights or wear white eyeshadow, I cringe when I am reminded how I went out in public.




She finally let me straighten my hair on the day of my eighth grade graduation. From there, it was history.

Then my hair underwent a major transformation. It decided to get wavy. And wavier. And wavier.

This unexplained phenomenon makes me happy, because my hair is very versatile. However, IT IS SO HARD TO STRAIGHTEN NOW. It's a daunting task and I don't do it often. Especially when I'm visiting home. It's so freaking humid here.

I have finally found my miracle product.



I spritz this on dry hair before I run my straightener through it. AND I take my time while straightening. I finish it off with a little texturizing paste and shine serum. Voila!

If only my bangs would hurry up and grow out.


My cat is halfway asleep.




Peace & Love,
Ra

I was talking to Tristan the other day about how I love dressing for Fall. He didn't really care.

Layers, skinny jeans, boots, tights, berets. I feel like the fall gives me a better opportunity to express my creativity.

After reading this on WhoWhatWear?: Look Forward To:Fall Fashion Trends, I got pretty excited. Animal accents? Check. I am obsessed with leopard print and own quite a few leopardy shiz. Jewel-toned velvet? Check. I have an amazing pair of velvety, eggplant-colored tights. Red leather? Kind of check. Do red suede boots count? My Next investment? I'm thinking a camel coat and some straight leg pants. I'm also digging the baroque & roll style.


I think I am on the brink of turning nocturnal.




Peace & Love,
Ra

MAKE THAT YOUR STATUS

What else do you do on a Monday in July?