Organized Chaos

So I was originally planning to write about shoes today and even had my coworker snap a pic of me at my desk showing off these killer leopard ankle boots..

But I found it hard to focus on my shoes when I realized I was sitting in the MESSIEST F-ING WORKSPACE EVER.

The real kicker is that it always looks like that, I just never really noticed until the crap piles took over my glamour shot. It's apparently how I operate; organized chaos. I swear I've heard somewhere that a messy desk is a sign of creativity. Could be. I just always thought I needed a bigger desk. But lets not fool ourselves kids, my clothes and shoes at home are "organized" the same way. Maybe I just need a bigger closet..?

OK sure. I might someday have real closet space in New York City. I might also hit the Mega Millions jackpot.I might also be asked to model for Victoria's Secret and I might finally get my shit together.

Yeah.  No.

Point is.. It gets like that sometimes, so what? There are worse things after all.

Peace til next time.

Wabbit season !

If you and I are going to get along, we need to be honest with each other. I'll go first.. I am involved in a very deep, very serious, long running love affair

with flannel.

I'm not talking about the cute, dorm room style flannel jammie pants that tell the world how "juicy" or "pink" I am. No. I am talking about the grandpa, lumberjack, 90's grunge revival (did it ever really die?) fabulous flannel shirts.

 Need proof?

 This is me wearing my flannel loud and proud, out on a Saturday night.

Here's the thing. With Winter finally giving way to Spring, some may argue that it is no longer flannel season (duck season !)

I beg to differ.
It is always flannel season (wabbit season !) as far as I'm concerned. Listen, if Beyoncé can wear a swimsuit and a fur coat, I don't see why you can't wear flannel right into Spring.

Bottom line, life is too short not to wear what's in your heart. All the time, anytime. If that means white after Labor Day, do it. If that means a fresh black manicure just in time for Spring, do it.

(yes, also me)

The great thing about clothes is that they come off (hey hey!). It's not that serious. You're not picking a husband or tattoo. Go glam, go goth, go girlie. No need to save your good pearls for a special occasion. Wear them with your sweats to the store if that's what you're into. Why? For the same reason a dog licks his balls..

because he can.

Welcome to the world

Typically it takes blood, sweat and tears to bring a child into the world, or so I'm told. Not so for theLanvinarchist. This bundle of joy was delivered to me as I was walking down the street daydreaming after a long day of thinking too damn hard. I don't consider my life to be so exciting as to make people want to read about it. But I am told my outlook on said normal life is. So here she is, my baby, theLanvinarchist. Born naked and screaming and ready to rock. Go forth and conquer, little one and welcome to the world.