Through the Looking Glass Vintage

You know how boys like to divide pretty girls into two categories, The Girl Next Door a.k.a. "MaryAnn" or The Glamorous Model/Starlet a.k.a. "Ginger"? Well, they do. I hang out with a lot of boys. BOYS! BE JEALOUS. This is my girl next door:

It's Kathleen, the Fashion Queen and she's taking over Austin with her beautiful projects. She and partner in crime Maggie have just launched an online vintage store, Through the Looking Glass Vintage with fresh handpicked treasures every week and styled to perfection by the clothes mavens themselves.

So, if you have ever wished that you had a gorgeous fashion model with impeccable taste and a master's degree in psychology to personally pick your clothes, take a picture of how to accessorize them, then send them to you in the mail...well, you're welcome.

As if this weren't enough, she's the manager of one of the hippest coffee houses in town and continues to baffle the more testosterone-fueled musicians in the scene by the overnight rise to popularity of their all girl band Feathers, playing drum heavy, dreamy dance songs and rivaling Bowie in stage dress. Of course.

Sorry guys, she's taken.




*anyone recognize that fetching bone necklace? Bazow!

My date with Ruby

Naptime. Gorgeous weather. Jungleman slumbering. Ruby picked the exact right moment to suggest "We can go for a walk? Adventure, Mommy!" How could I refuse? I caved like a poorly executed souffle, and I loved every second.

So, the nap skipping minx and I pumped up the tires of the off-roading wagon barrow and trotted off to the coffee shop.

We scoffed at the traditional lunch menu and instead chose a chocolate mint truffle, giant cookie and draught porter. Daytime decadence! We admired this month's art installment, tried out every seat in the house like a couple of silly Goldilox and Ruby snapped many photos of me and her glass of water.

We wandered leisurely back home and hopped in the car to go treasure hunting at the thrift store. We scored orange things, a dress for me, a hat for her, and a leather jacket to sacrifice to my scissors for a special christmas dolly.

Verdict? Highly successful small adventuring and I look forward to having more naughty bonding dates with my sweet intelligent little miss in the years to come. Chocolate for lunch? I guess I'm either the worst mommy....or the BEST MOMMY EVER.