I think mine is eclectic by default, because of some magpie tendencies and also the inability to pass up something cool on clearance. But I also have a lot of "why the hell did I buy that?" stuff in my closet.

I actually do have a style, it's just fairly boring. But I like it!

Dishes have been dealt with, all the laundry is hanging to dry, and lunch has been eaten (insufficient breakfast).

Oops. Capslock. Let's try that again...

I have a whole slice of my wardrobe that I no longer wear, and is probably a bit too small anyway, since the boobies got bigger. But I miss the hanky-top/bustier days, so they're all shoved onto one of the high shelves, and I run my fingers over them from time to time, since they're all silk and plastic and suede and leather.

The other day as I was leaving work, a woman in a business suit got into the elevator, looked at me, and said "you are so lucky you get to dress comfortably at work".

Apart from the "who says that" aspect, I'm okay with that as a style.

At the risk of pissing off the sweltering buffistas, it is currently 60 degrees in my house. I really want to turn on the heater, but it's memorial day, so I am going with fuzzy socks and arm warmers.

I'm still waiting for my French toast. Like the princess I am today, apparently.

I love halter tops. LOVE. But I always wind up wearing them in the house and nowhere else, because I'm chicken.

My sister and her GF don't have AC in their house. It's supposed to still be 80 at 10 PM tonight. So I'm not sure about sleeping. Maybe I'll get a hotel or else head back to Chicago tonight.

At least my cat has AC. (I left it on fo her, set to 77.)

I can't wear halter tops, unfortunately, unless they're a fake halter. I can't run anything load bearing over my trapezius muscles at that angle. Five minutes to headache, unless the nerve block is fresh and in full effect.

I have a style in my brain that my body can't support.

I have a style in my head that my laziness can't support. Okay, more like twenty styles I'd like to rock, but the point is I mostly stay generic and easy.

This is me, much to Tim's chagrin.

Although today we have a wedding that I'm wearing the retro polka-dotted dress to. (I did not shop for new shoes, due to walking the dog in the heat yesterday and sort of passing out in front of the church. I'm fine, but once I got me and the dog back home, I laid on the tile kitchen floor, drank gatorade, threw up, drank more gatorade, threw that up, contemplated going to urgent care, took a nap, and eventually felt okay around 11 pm. So no shoe shopping.)

But the dress will be kicking.

Good god, Steph. That sounds like classic dehydration. Make sure you hydrate today!

I love that dress, by the way.

The other day as I was leaving work, a woman in a business suit got into the elevator, looked at me, and said "you are so lucky you get to dress comfortably at work".

My office building is where all the Clear Channel radio stations broadcast from, so I *know* I am not the scruffiest person in the building. There's never any doubt that you're on the elevator with a Clear Channel person.