What I'm Summer Lovin'

TV: My name is Diabolina and I'm a Mad Man addict.  Got through three delicious seasons in a few days with only breaks for food and sleep. Can't wait for the new season: Drapers Do Divorce.  

Shoes:  Have also suddenly and inexplicably become Dutch.  Cannot get enough of wooden heels. They're  as close as I will ever get to the clog trend, which MERCIFULLY is on it's way out.

Color: Army green has become a real problem too. Pants, dresses, jackets - I've got em all.  Private Diabolina reporting for duty.  

Hair:  Move over Blair Waldorf, there's a new hair accessory in town. She's a silk scarf slash turban slash hot mess of a do rag and I heart her.  

Buying: Been snatching up ankle length skirts AND short shorts. Like a schizophrenic fiend who loves her legs one minute and hates them another. But seriously, long hemlines are going to replace hoochie coochie lengths by fall.  You heard it here first.

Wearing: Been living in gladiator sandals and jaunty hats and too many rings.

I look like a Panamanian pimp vacationing in Greece. Hot.

Experimenting:  Been TRYING to rock braids and side boobage - trying being the operative word. So far been feeling old and poseur-like whenever I do. Pictures to come for your laughing pleasure.

Coveting: Dear Birthday Santa, there are four shopping weeks til my birthday.  Nothing says 33rd/Jesus birthday like a yellow dress and bucket bag.   

Nails: A Miu Miu swallows mani/pedi? One word: Amazeballs. 

Makeup:  Bright brighter and brightest lips. Pairing a whole lotta lip color with a little bronzer, a smidge of mascara and a hint of liquid eyeliner.  Focusing on lips is really the lazy woman's trick to looking like you put in some effort.

Music:  Like every other Cali born and raised girl who is fine, fresh, fierce and gots it on lock, I heart Katy Perry's California Girls. Actually maybe I just love anything Snoop Dogg does.

My take on Katy's style of late?  Blech. Talk about hoochie COOCHIE.  I blame that Russel Brand.

Movies:  Can't wait for Eclipse and Eat, Pray, Love.  There I said it.  Why can't I releate to teenagers AND the perimenopausal?  They both take themselves waaaaay too seriously so it kinda makes sense.   

Books: Already finished Bushnell's The Carrie Diaries (almost as bad as SATC 2!) and Gilbert's Committed (a very interesting take on why marriage might just be passe for the modern woman!). Currenly reading The Girls of the Revolutionary Cantina by one of my former and favorite coworkers Mike Padilla. 

Actually I'm rereading it.  You see, Mike gave me the manuscript to read almost three years ago before he sent it to his publisher.  He wanted a female Latina perspective.  Since that's what the book is all about.

Being trusted to critique a REAL writer's soon-to-be published book was probably one of the highest compliments anyone's ever paid me.  And it changed my life. 

It was one of the things that inspired me to own my voice again.  It was one of the reasons I got back to writing about the tough stuff and eventually started this blog to write about the fun stuff. 

So I think we all owe Mike a kiss.  Or at the very least a book purchase ;)