Everlane cotton striped tee dress and life lately stuff

This one is for Kate. This is the Everlane cotton striped tee dress - which is now pay what you wish with $25 being the lowest option. This one is more a-line than the box cut dresses, which are more of a column all the way through. The black one was pretty forgiving with underwear lines and curves but the blue/green wide stripe version showed more of that kind of thing.

This picture is a little Risky Business but I'd just gotten home and wanted to remember to take a picture. This confused the cats because I did not pay attention to them upon my arrival. I am sorry, cats. 

Those are my prescription sunglasses! I still love them. I also didn't take them off because I can't see without either these or my regular glasses and I hadn't switched them out yet. But now you can see my new sunglasses again so, there's that.

In other news:

  • Plastic Free July. Am I even doing it? Some days I can't tell. Way less strong than years past, though it's freeing me from my street mango addiction. I've mostly been focusing on food. 
    • In general I'm trying to eat more fruits, vegetables, bulk beans and grains but those don't always come package-free. Tofu at our coop always comes in a bag. (I emailed the vendor about it last year.) Still biz as usual, trying to bring my own coffee and lunches to work and make it from as much package-free stuff as I can remember to buy. Like, this jar looks package free but the tofu came in plastic, the kalamata olives you can't see came in plastic though the other ingredients came in bulk, glass or metal at least. But I have not made any new habitual shifts, replacing a packaged item I purchase regularly with a package-free item. 

    • For one of the first times in my life I actually really enjoyed a raw entree! I got a raw lasagna at Plant and a raw manicotti at Laughing Seed (both in Asheville). So I decided to try to make one of them at home. Even if I didn't label the following pictures, you'd know which were made by a chef and which were made by someone who uses jarred marinara even though it's probably making her grandmother curse her from heaven. Still, I'm impressed that I tried it at all. Typed all that with one hand to continue my back-patting. (Zucchini, cashews, nooch, garlic were all bulk in our containers or package free but the sauce came in a glass jar and the olive came in a plastic bag with twist tie.)  

^ Laughing Seed's version

^ my version

  • We visited our friends in Asheville, NC. Our hosts took us to the Cat Museum! Also many amazing vegan restaurants of all varieties (not just raw). And vintage malls. And downtown. And the mountains. I came back with a vintage hat, vintage cross-body bag and very very new Star Wars-themed national forest t-shirt that glows in the dark and is branded with Pisgah National Forest, NC at the bottom. For real, I kind of love it. And it was supporting a national forest! That is the argument I used against the good side of my brain at the time, even though a) I could have just given them money and b) I'm sure it wasn't ethically made. But the bad side of my brain was like, "Oooh R2D2 is a trash can and the moon is the Death Star!" I mean, give the forest gift shop buyer a raise.

    • These buttermilk cups were $125 for a set of 4! Say what? Ceramic buttermilk cups. When would you even use these? They were in the same vintage mall that houses the Cat Museum. The vintage mall had a few rooms and one long hallway lined with glass cases. And they had a case of "Black Americana" and some of it was yes, just dolls and indeed, Black Americana. But most of it -- front and center -- was some of the most vile racist mass produced crap I've seen. Mostly ashtrays so you see where this is going. I was so floored that they were presented without any other context except "Black Americana" like, across from the vintage Putz houses like it was normal. 

  • Also, cats. Always always cats. 


    1. "But most of it -- front and center -- was some of the most vile racist mass produced crap I've seen. Mostly ashtrays so you see where this is going."

      I did not know where this was going, but I googled it and oooooooof, how awful. Racist AND hideous.

      I also didn't know what Putz houses were either, but now I do. You have such an educational blog.

      Buttermilk always sounded so creamy and delicious in books, but the one time I tasted it I found it revolting. I was at an airport in Amsterdam, and someone recommended it to me as a popular drink in the Netherlands, so I tried it without knowing it was buttermilk and thought, "what the hell is this garbage? Surely no one else on earth drinks this!" Live and learn.

      I thought of you recently; I took three thrifted garments to a seamstress to have them altered. I wouldn't shell out to have casual clothes fitted, but these were formal clothes and the alterations were beyond my sewing skills. I have to go to the opera pretty often, and it's embarrassing to show up in ill-fitting cocktail dresses. The alterations weren't cheap (which kinda negated the cheapness of the thrifted clothes) but kept me from buying brand-new dresses and will keep these clothes from becoming trash for as long as possible.

      1. I have never tried buttermilk before but I always imagined it to be a combination of whipped cream and milk? Glad I'm not missing out!

        Well done on your tailoring! I have often felt the same thing -- spending more to have stuff altered or repaired. Sometimes it's stuff I already own, sometimes it's stuff I bought. I try to look at is as supporting a service industry, at least.

        I'm glad I can let you know what Putz houses are but less so about the infuriating ashtrays.

      2. You know how in vegan recipes, they make "buttermilk" by putting ACV in plant milk? That should have been a warning to us that buttermilk is non-delicious.

        I look at tailoring the same way; great sewing is harder than people think, so I'm happy to pay a little to support those people now and then.


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