Style Confessions :: Style Served with a Dash of Paranoia


Although we finally have a second vehicle we are still working out all the bugs that came with it.  The problems it has doesn't require much by means of parts, but the labor involved is intensive and time consuming.  So I am still stuck at home the majority of the time.  Sure, I get out a bit, by wondering down and across the street to visit my mom but lately that pretty much sums up my daytime adventures.  I am grateful that two days out of the month I help at the shop in town.  Every other Sunday the car is mine and I feel like a bird being set free from the grips of a fast arriving winter, flocking towards warmer horizons.  I jump in the car, kiss my love good day, and fly down the driveway gitty for a change of scenery.  It's so bad, at times, that I have to remind myself I am still driving and have to focus on the road!  I love the ranch and the amazing sites we have here, but there is still this fascination that comes from things unseen.  It feels like the lengths of time spent here, at home, refocus my eyes.  As though resetting them to macro mode where even the tiniest details, once overlooked, are crisp and clear and all the more vibrant.  Awe, Sundays!


I am not a paranoid person.  In fact I can lean a little too dangerously close to the edge of plain disregard.  I don't mean to.  I just become so entranced by things that I forget where I am, what I am doing, or who is around me.  This is a bad combination for my poor Christopher Robin; my little knight, my sweet protector, and all around paranoid husband!  It's so strange as he, himself, is not paranoid about much other than me!  Like I am this precious little petal that could either by trampled, taken, or blown away at the drop of a pin.  It's quite darling actually and super ANNOYING!  Now do not get me wrong, I love the boy more than any words could ever justify, but sometimes I just want to punch myself.  Notice I say myself and not him?  Why?  Because I want to show him "See?  See?  I won't break, I promise!", but in the end I know it would be useless and my face would hurt, so I pass.


It's not me hurting myself that he is the most wary of.  It's the people.  You know those people, also referred to as the human race, they're always there... watching... prepared to strike given the opportunity!  Sure I understand that there is a lot of darkness in this world.  I don't go anywhere out of the ordinary without a cell or someone knowing where I am and how long I will be there.  That is just common sense, but there is a fine line.  I don't want to live in a state of fear and, quite frankly, I just don't see myself like he must.  I cannot find myself so predatorally irresistible that a person would find the urge to snatch me up, so undeniable, that he would do so in a busy intersection in front of nosey small town folk.  If you live in a small town you know this to be true... EVERYTHING that happens is "front page" material.


On my way into the shop I spotted the most lovely building (right on the street) surrounded by a beautiful leaf blanket.  So being a good little wifey I pulled out my cell and dialed home to confirm my location in an effort of comfort to my home bound sweetheart.  Here is where the paranoia set in full force.  After fifteen minutes of consoling my nerve racked Christopher Robin the call was ended and I was free to play in the array of autumn hues scattered throughout the thicket.  They were so deep that my feet would sink, into the leaves, as though they were quick sand.  I meandered about as they continued to fall gracefully from the branches above.  More and more of them began falling... "Why so many?"  "There isn't a breeze?"  Then a branch break... "What was that?"  "Who's there?"  Oh no!  The fear had spread through me like a virus plaguing my brain!  I had it... the paranoia.


It was all down hill from there.  Every tweet, squeak, or peep within a mile radius had me jumping out of my skin and it shows here in the photos.  Finally, having enough anxiety for one outing, I packed up my gear and hastily stomped my way back to my car, snatched up my phone, and grumpily dialed Christopher Robin.  After five minutes I knew he understood I was safe.  I have a feeling though, that for one of the first times, he had a new paranoia and although it still concerned me I am happy to report he was not picturing me as his dainty little flower!  haha  The tirade of a woman made to worry is not a good scenario for any man!

♥ It's All in the Details ♥
Sweater - Vintage
Skirt - Vintage
Tights - Kohls
Shoes - Vintage
Belt - ModCloth
Brooch - Vintage

Love & Lollies...



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14 comments:

  1. Funnily enough me and my boyfriend are completely the other way around. He grew up in the country and doesn't worry whereas I grew up in the city and have a healthy fear of walking around late at night. I do my best to make sure there is always someone who knows where I am. Hope the creepy noises didn't share you too much. Love this outfit, that skirt has a great pattern, and I love the length. These photos are gorgeous xo

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    1. I never thought about it in that sense! CR grew up in the city where as I grew up in the woods. I think you are on to something here! Thanks for all the lovely thoughts. xo

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  2. I would have freaked out too which I was I always have Kevin take my pictures so I am not alone. People are crazy and you can never be too careful.

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  3. I'd probably have freaked too! I hate being on my own in the middle of nowhere, unless I have my trusty dogs with me, although I doubt they'd be much help in any scary situation haha!
    It's beautiful scenery though! Love your outfit (especially the brooch!)

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    1. I think I worry more when mine are with me. 'Mani is a snack for practically ANY animal while Gage is so lazy I might as well carry him everywhere we go! haha I will say, luckily, Armani would never let something "sneak up" on us. For such a tiny dog he packs a big bark! xo

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  4. I'm constantly paranoid, and it's exhausting. You look beautiful, I love the leaves in the last picture.

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    1. Thanks Michelle! I can only imagine how tiring that would be! Paranoia is a truly exhausting condition! xo

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  5. Hahaha. I don't get paranoid too quickly but when I do I get it REALLY bad. LOVELY outfit though! :D


    x Angie
    sundaybelle.com

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    1. I second that! It seems like there is no stopping it once you have it either! haha Thanks Angie! xo

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  6. Funny, I've always been afraid of rural. I suppose I've seen one too many 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' type films. The notion that there might not be another sane person in screaming distance scares me the crap. Not to mention the wild animals! I've always been a suburban girl, but feel much safer in the city than in the country. I actually have a rule about not going in rural areas after dark.

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    1. That's hilarious! You would probably have nightmares if you were here at this time of year. Everyone on the ranch is out and about collecting firewood... with chainsaws! haha I have an extreme phobia of rabies (odd, I know) so I am always a jumpy ball of nerves once night falls. It's funny that it's the smaller animals that tend to scare me most at night! xo

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  7. I looooooove your hair...Is it super hard to maintain?

    J x

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    1. Thank you J! Actually, the blue is the most difficult color I've had as far as maintenance. It can be very temperamental but I find the extra maintenance is well worth the reward if you love blue! =D

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