I’m really trying to make a go of all the facets of my KasmiraKit.com portfolio. I’m investing my time and, sometimes, money, hoping to see some results. Today, I spent two hours touring the Bradshaw Animal Shelter to become one of its volunteer photographers and fifteen minutes (if that) at an audition for an unpaid role in a short student film. I’m throwing it all on the wall to see what sticks.
Poncho, Newport News. Sweater, Joseph A (thrifted). Jeans, M. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Earrings, street fair. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.
“Blush” isn’t necessarily a pale, insipid pink. It can be coral, fuchsia or cardinal. I love the saturated hues of our camellias, blooming now. That’s my kind of blush.
Jacket, Jessica Simpson (thrifted). Sweater, Full Tilt (thrifted). Skirt, London Jean. Belt, thrifted. Leggings, C9. Boots, Madden Girl. Bag, DP Outdoors.
I subbed for the cool teacher today. The one that fist bumps his students, uses Hamilton to teach American history, and posts quotes from revolutionaries on his classroom wall. Imagine the students’ disappointment when they found a former Marine and videos on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict instead of Mr. Cool. Sorry, dudes! I don’t think even a musical would make that fun.
Kimono, Carole Little (thrifted). Dress, Banana Republic (consignment). Boots, Fergie. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Earrings, Article Consignment. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.
I won our club selection for the Toastmaster’s International Speech Contest! I’ll be going on to compete at the next level, the Area, next month.
My speech is titled: “Lessons from a Substitute Teacher.” It’s about the philosophical, leadership, and education insights I’ve had as a substitute that can be applied outside the classroom.
It felt very “meta” to be memorizing and practicing the speech during my lunches, recesses, and prep periods this week.
Jacket, Xhilaration (thrifted). Sweater, Express (consignment). Skirt, Thailand. Boots, Vince Camuto (consignment). Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Necklace, Zad.
No one warned me of the horror that is a classroom full of 3rd graders practicing the recorder…
Actually, they were pretty good. After I took the instrument away from the one kid that was using it to screech, the class did an admirable job with Hot Cross Buns. Their regular teacher must be quite musical. I finished the 20-minute segment of the lesson plan with a minimum of wincing.
Turtleneck, Mossimo. Dress, Under Skies (consignment). Boots, Blondo. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Coat, Lilli Ann San Francisco. Earrings, flea market.
Try being inconspicuous in a giant red plaid skirt. After some training at the school district, I snuck into a park around the corner and tried to get my pics done before the 6:03 pm sunset. I think a few of my fellow trainees caught me, but they were polite enough to keep on driving past. They couldn’t miss me in this picnic blanket skirt, even when I tried to hide among the eucalyptus trees.
Jacket, BCBG Max Azria (consignment). Sweater, Covington (thrifted). Skirt, Chas Jeanswear (consignment). Shoes, Vionic. Earrings, tourist shop. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.
This is my second casual leopard skirt. The first one was made from a gauzy, ruffled polyester and had a drop waist that did me no favors. I did make some great outfits with it, though, including pairing it with this red and black plaid sweater. I’m repeating that 3 year old outfit with my newer leopard skirt and tons of accessories. (This March day in Sacramento was much colder than the December day at the ocean.)
Jacket, Chaps. Skirt, Mural (consignment). Boots, Vince Camuto. Hat, Free Press. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Scarf, gift. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.
The inspiration outfit at Gualala in December 2013:
You say “March,” I think “green.” I’m not just thinking of St. Patty’s day. I’m thinking of lush grass, new leaves, and tender shoots. It looks like Northern California will have a very green spring. I’m wearing a cropped green trench jacket in honor of spring’s arrival (or spring’s imminent arrival, depending on how you define the first day of spring).
Jacket, London Jean. Dress, Jones New York (thrifted). Boots, Vince Camuto (consignment). Sunglasses, Earthbound Trading Co. Earrings, vintage. Bag, Croft & Barrow. Belt, Lucky (consignment)
As I type this, the Bradford pear in our front yard is already at the tail end of its bloom and the snowy blossoms are falling to make way for new leaves.
I love roasted vegetables. That’s pretty much the only way I eat them, now, other than raw. Today, I roasted purple potatoes (with onion and rosemary), red beets, and sweet potatoes. I roast everything, except brussel sprouts, at 400 degrees, until they have begun to crisp. I make big batches and then reheat them to eat for breakfast, with eggs, or added to my caesar salads. My favorite roasted vegetable is fennel, but I usually can’t help but eat the entire pan as soon as it comes out of the oven.
Shirt, Salt Valley (consignment). Tunic, Wet Seal (thrifted). Leggings, Lemon. Boots, Mix No. 6. Bag, El Paso Saddleblanket Co.
Like my outfits, the more colorful the roasted vegetables, the better!