*I wrote this several weeks ago and waited to post it until I stopped being lazy and took some pics. That day has come since Honey decided to blog about what she liked about my blog. I haven't talked about fashion in beyond forever, right? Overdue. Now watch me work... in a roundabout way.*
I get lost almost every weekend with all the construction on my route to and from work. PennDOT and the parkway east are conspiring to make sure I explore this city. I've been to the Market District Giant Eagle which is way better than the regular grocery store, with more specialty foods, Whole Foods and Trader Joes. All stores I've wanted to test out. Surprisingly, I'm not the biggest Trader Joes fan (too small), but Whole Foods really peaked my interest. I did NOT like the potato chips in either store. What really struck me is the fact that everything is going back to the old days. Farmer's market, green growing and living, clean and efficient living. I don't need that in a potato chip. Thanks guys, but your hard little, break my tooth chips aren't cuttin' it for me.
Stace's boyfriend was overjoyed that I tried a vegetarian lasagna. It actually wasn't bad. He's stolen my meat-eating friend and replaced her with a pseudo-vegetarian! She eats Morningstar Farms and stuff like that. Replaces ground beef with soy. Granted, I often use ground turkey and had forgotten what it was like to cook with ground beef, but still. I am trying to be open-minded, but I am still southern and ground soy is a bit much for me. I will let them try to convert me to some things when I go down there, but I still love my meat!
This weekend, I saw the cutest neighborhood (Greenfield, with all the families walking, and groups jogging and Frick Park), took a turn and was suddenly back where I should've been all along. Since I was playing hooky from church this week, I stopped at this flea market-type set-up in a parking lot I've been wanting to stop at but have never had time. One lady had the cutest hats EVER!! Some of them were too small for my head (thanks Dad). They were all 30s, 40s, 50s style. Let me tell you how the hats are so fly I just HAVE to go to church next week. I wanted to go this week but I thought the 2nd service started at 9:45, not 9:30 which meant I needed to leave by the time I was about to start getting dressed. Not cute. So! That just means I have more time to plan these miraculous fits.
The hats. Did I tell y'all I've always wanted to be the hat lady at church???
2 have feathers... one has a net with rhinestones. FIERCE!! Slow down, son, you killin 'em.