Borrowed Finery & Mitote

Look at that craziness! That is the contents of Kelly First's vintage jewelry collection, which is on loan to yours truly for the upcoming wedding I'll be attending with Dave. There are some really gorgeous pieces in there, but my favorites so far are these earrings:

That's kind of a blurry pic, sorry. Here's a side view that's a little better:

Yes, they're clip ons. My smashed earlobes may take my mind off the pain of wearing heels all night though, right?

And how about these rhinestone earrings?

I don't think I could get away with these unfortunately. But I did wear them while brushing and flossing last night, along with a rhinestone headband that I'll also be wearing.  I may pick out a necklace and a couple of gorgeous cocktail rings too, though probably not a bracelet.  I've just never been a bracelet kind of girl.

Kelly First also turned out to have the perfect gray satin clutch, so I'll have that. And I brought her scarf and pashima collection home to try to find something that goes with my dress. The most beautiful one is a gorgeous floral print, dark and elegant, silk backed with velvet. It doesn't match my dress at all, not in any way, shape, or form, but it is so beautiful that I almost thought to put my new purple and green dress in the closet and instead wear a black wrap-around dress I have, just so that I could bring this beautiful scarf.

But no. I'm committed to trying to wear a color other than black.

Aerobic Mitote

So it's been about a month since I went to water aerobics (!) and tonight when I met with my aunt at the pool, she had to catch me up on all the latest gossip, including some big mitote that happened a couple of weeks ago. Yes, that's right, there was some sort of altercation at the pool while people were standing in line waiting to get in.

Let me give you some background:

There's this young woman, probably in her early 20's, and she comes to aerobics with her mother. The daughter is a piece of work, let me tell you. First, she is a total chola wannabe, covered in shitty tattoos. I mean, covered from head to toe. There is not a space on her body (except her face and hands), including her neck, that isn't tattooed. She likes to pretend that she's all tough, but she's really like bully tough (which is what happens to cowards when they try to act tough). When I first started at the pool, I noticed that she never, ever paid. (It's, like, all of $2.50 per class.) She'd bypass the line saying she had to go change into her suit and then, suprise, she'd never come back out to pay. That went on for several weeks before she finally got busted not paying. After that, she bought a 10-class pass card. Then she'd bypass the line, knock on the door to the lifeguard's office and tell the lifeguard in a snotty voice, "Punch my card. I have to go change." It was kind of annoying that this dizzy bitch still pulled that shit and jumped the line, but at least she wasn't trying to get out of paying.

But last week, she tried that shit and someone in line called her out on it, asking why she didn't stand in line like everyone else. My aunt was witness to it and she said that the cholita wannabe went all apeshit, saying stuff like, "Let's take it outside then," and "I'll call my uncle. He's a state cop."  (Who says shit like that? Seriously. I used to know a snotty young woman whose father was, like, head of the sherriff's department and she would say shit like that, too. "Do you know who I am? My dad's the head of the sherriff's department." Like that was going to make people do her bidding. Mostly she got laughed at. Just once, I wanted to see her call her dad and have him show up and knock some goddamned sense into her.)

Anyway, chola-wannabe wasn't at the pool tonight, so the conversation was all about her stupid behavior. Can you believe it? People like that piss me off. The really lovely thing? This woman has four children. No joke. Yes, she's probably teaching them all that kind of behavior as well. (When I first found out she had four children, I told my aunt, "Well, someday you and I will be supporting her kids, three of them in jail and one--the good one--on welfare.")

Ugh. Idiots.

Here is a hella funny chola makeup tutorial. (I love it when she tests her chola "eyebrowns" and yells, "Ay!" when she pokes herself in the eye putting on eyeliner.)