I'm so glam I bleed glitter...

You wouldn't know it by looking at me but I am part Native American Indian.  One look at my kids and you would not doubt it to be true.  

I love turquoise, the stone - not the color. I really like leather.  Every color and every hide.  I like natural textures.  Feathers speak to me.  Could it be my heritage speaking through me?  I would like to think so.  As far back as I remember, my grandpa would jump around, chant, and rain dance in his yard.  I could always picture him in full dress (although I never saw him in anything but his cowboy hat).

But I think the real reason is that, like him, I am more than a little flamboyant.  Last year one of my Facebook status updates read "I'm so glam I bleed glitter."  But what do you expect from someone who earned the nickname Miss Priss at a young age?  

I used to drive my poor mom crazy, because I would change my clothes at least twice a day.  Then I would change into my jammies for bed.  After I got changed for bed I would dress and rotate my dolls.  Even my barbies had new seasonal wardrobes.  I would mix and match their outfits with their beautiful high heel shoes and matching hat boxes.  

Any time we went on a trip, I would pack up my dolls and barbies and all of their ensembles.  It's a sickness.  I was infected at an early age...  

And my husband wonders why I require an extra suitcase when we travel.  I need one just for my shoes.  

SHOPPING CORNER

Black leggings, square sequined black tank, sheer white tribal motif blouse trimmed in leather.  Sam Edelman tribal stack sandals with pencil heel.

THE WEATHER REPORT

JEWELRY DARLING

THE MAKE-UP COUNTER

Update:

The dance was fun.  My daughter had a good time.

Didn't post about my clothes yesterday.   Here are my new BCBG babies.