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My coffee and I are doing our best to get through this morning. It’s a bit of a struggle. I have the same headache from yesterday and my lazy ass (and many other body parts) is achy as fuck. That’s what I get for trying to be healthy and ride my bike really hard.
I’ll try to bike again tomorrow, maybe. At least to like, the park or something after work.
I’m over feeling lousy, man. I’m ready for the clouds to part, y’all. “In time, the sun’s gonna shine on me nicely!”
But I dressed up really cute and did fun things to my hair to help me feel better. Whoop, whoop!
HAPPY DERBY Y’ALL!
Well, it’s Oaks today, but it’s Derby season! Woohoo?
I really don’t give a damn about horses running around in a circle, or Mint Juleps. I do, however, give a damn about fancy dress parties, exceptional fashions and reasons to laugh and talk with friends.
So today’s fashion is brought to you by um… so look. I’ve been spending a lot of time at my boyfriend’s house lately (That is where I am right now) and yesterday while I was out he sends me a text saying “I got you something!”
Now I’m a girl who likes a good surprise! Anyway, long story short, I Love scarves (and if you look back in my pictures of myself, I’m almost ALWAYS wearing a scarf) and the surprise was this scarf!
Anyway, Happy Derby, or whatever.
Your scarf is awesome! You look great in it.
OMG thank you! I am so glad you commented on it, because this is my favorite scarf.
I’ve actually been meaning to write about this scarf.
That’s how much I love this scarf: I’ve been meaning to blog about it.
So anyway. This scarf.
I have lots of scarves. Scarves are probably my favorite accessory right now, with purses as a close second. I have had this particular scarf for a few years now, but I didn’t buy it. It wasn’t a gift. And for the sake of argument we’re gonna say I didn’t steal it.
Several years ago, I was in a band called The Revenge of Ricky Williams, and we practiced at our drummers house. Our drummer was a cool cat who liked to throw parties at his house, and one time he threw this awesome party where a lot of people came (which is not unlike the other awesome parties he threw where lots of people came).
This girl came through who owned this scarf. She got a little too tipsy and ended up leaving her scarf at the home of the drummer.
The drummer is a good guy, so he put the scarf out on one of those paper lamps from Ikea that are a few feet high and shaped like an egg. Hopefully the tipsy girl would come back soon, not quite so tipsy, and say, “Oh snap, there’s my scarf!”
I remarked several times on how much I liked the scarf, but I didn’t take it, because I expected that a scarf so rad would clearly be missed by tipsy girl.
Well months came and went, summer turned into fall and tipsy girl came over drummer’s house and left without taking her scarf.
So naturally, I said, “Well fuck this. This is my scarf now!”
And so it is. And thank you Wraparoundcurl, it DOES look awesome on me.