Dance till you drop. Or your face meets someone's elbow.

Ska is Dead IV proved that, contrary to popular belief, ska is alive and kicking. Scratch that—skanking.

I haven’t danced through an entire show in years. Today I woke up with a sore back and a partially bruised and swollen eye. Oh, the glories of the pit.

Today, partly because of my exhaustion, I did not accomplish much. I paid my electric bill (woo-hoo!) and ran a few errands.

I decided to try the bareMinerals Mineral Veil Buffering Brush from Ulta. This line of make-up has single-handedly cleared up my skin in less than two weeks. I don’t care if it’s pricey, it’s worth it. However, it is a huge pain to carry around. So far, this little brush seems to work perfectly.

I also went to TJ Maxx to check out discounted home items. I snagged a great, and gigantic, casserole dish, a few Hello Kitty blown glass Christmas ornaments, holiday cards and an early gift for my mother.

After, Ricky and I grabbed dinner and ended up watching movies at the guys’ house. All around, it was a fun, but non-productive, day.

Hence I am now working on some pieces for The Eye of the Storm.

As pictured in my previous post, I recently snagged a sweatshirt-material motorcycle jacket. I had been looking for one just like it for months; it seemed they were only available in unflattering colors or at ridiculous prices. But lucky me! I was wandering Target, killing time, and spotted one left in my size. When I brought it to the register, I was informed it was 25% off. The woman in front of me, while collecting her bags, even congratulated me on my smart shopping skills while I jumped for joy.

The elbow to the eye from last night is staring to hurt again. Perhaps it’s time I caught up on my sleep.

Get ready, get set.

Leftover Crack is blaring on the record player.
I'm hyped up on coffee.
My purse is small and holds only the necessities.

There must be a show tonight!


Jacket, Converse One Star; Shirt, Dylan's; Belt, vintage; Skirt, H&M; Boots, my old riding boots.

Ska is Dead IV, featuring Voodoo Glow Skulls, The Toasters and Mustard Plug, is tonight at Off Broadway. Tommy should be here soon, and then we're off.

Nothing beats a great show.

Inter Nos.

Without going into too many details, this has been one of the best weeks in a long time. And it's just getting started.

Chicago was fantastic. Lexy's vegan extravaganza was not only delicious, but positively boisterous (in the best of all ways.)

As a post-party form of recovery, we did some much needed shopping on Saturday. Thankfully, I didn't spend too much. I did, however, find some killer blindbox toys and a pair of thigh high socks I'm madly in love with.



The Marc by Marc Jacobs store had a haunting Halloween display, which I basically adore. They also had the Latin bracelets I had been looking for. Needless to say, I've been wearing at least one ever since.



We also visited Chicago's Bleeding Heart Bakery, which was divine. I had a latte and the fruit tart, which was almost too cute to eat. The astounding cakes on display were made so much better by the Misfits poster hanging behind them.

The rest of the weekend is a blur of shopping, music, coffee and highway. I was gone longer than expected, but when I was offered a ride home to see the Lower Class Brats and my oldest friends, how could I possibly say no?

But I am home now. It's good to be back, although I can't see myself winding down. I've literally slept maybe 20 hours since Thursday, by choice.

Tomorrow starts St. Louis Fashion Week, along with The Creep Show. I am hoping to make it to the latter, but I can't guarantee it.

I have to roll. The party isn't over just yet.