Tangled up in Baby Blue

That title references a Bob Dylan song. I grew up a Dylan junkie, even reading his poetry, thanks to an intro my fifth-grade boyfriend made between me and a random casette tape featuring Mr. Tambourine Man himself. A few years back I I saw Dylan in concert in Fort Lauderdale. It was odd. He no longer sings his songs (he’s completely killed his vocal cords from using them to be the voice of a generation some 50 years ago.). It was more like Dylan talks his classics. How. Does. It. Feel. To. Be. A. Rolling. Stone. Some things should just be left to the fond memories of your red boom box and cassette tapes from childhood crushes. Speaking of crushes, these shoes really hurt my feet, but I keep wearing them. Isn’t that just like a woman?

{Tracy Reese top. Jill Stuart shorts. Really uncomfortable Steve Madden shoes. Touch Boutique bracelet. Vintage Pierre Cardin purse.}

{Preview of the new lipgloss from Beauty For Real creator Leslie Munsell’s upcoming namesake line.}