So I found myself riding around on the tractor the other day with my dad tilling up the garden. All that planting and picking, hours of back cracking labor for what — to watch it get returned, recycled.

The cycle of life beneath my feet-the vibration of the machine and the cloudy sight of dirt spilling over itself crushing the once eatable vegetation. . . again and again, the blades cut through the ground, thrusting it into the depths of the earth. A sight unseen in the city. I am a creature of habit. I love the quiet and serene moments I have on the farm but I miss the hustle and bustle of the city, people and traffic below me. I love being able to look out my window and see the world. I am excited to move to the city and experience a new place. I will go from a four stroke to a two stroke in comparison of lifestyle between Albany and LA. What to wear . . .

 I never go anywhere without my overalls, YES, I’m stuck in the 90’s. But, Honestly — they go with any style of shoe and if you go skimpy on top, it is sexy, sassy and jus a little rough and dirty.

My boots define me, I have more pairs than I need I’m sure — bet I’m not the only one though…

          

HATS      

HATS     

AND MORE HATS 

Of course I can’t forget the skinny jeans 

There is always room for my pencil skirts, right next to my little black dress

and my vintage shoes never stay behind    along with the vintage jewelry

I only have pieces that I pick out for certain occasions, or that is given to me by my dead relatives

And finally, but lastly, my converse      Which go great with                                                                                                       My Grandma’s vintage blouses                                                                   

Hmmmmmmmm, did I forget anything, It doesn’t matter. One of the awesome reasons moving is kool is the shopping for new clothes!!