We hope you guys are enjoying our new blog home. Some of you seem interested to hear why we switched from Blogger to WordPress, and we will most happily explain our decision in a forth-coming post. Keep the questions coming if you have them, too! We love inquiring minds (short of stalker like queries).
Something we are doing with our new revamp is making AsianCajuns easier to follow. We realized just recently that some readers didn’t realize we were in fact two different people (this happens in person too, so please don’t feel bad). In order to give you a better idea of who’s “talking” we will have headers like the one above. I (Lar) will have this header whenever I talk about my outfits, and Cath will have her own header when she talks about her style choices. We’ll also make sure to put these into the proper categories so they are easier to find later.
You might have noticed we have some new pages (over in the left hand column). On the Lar’s Style page I will babble about my influences, ideas, favorite outfits, how I shop on a budget and attempt to curb my appetite for frivolous footwear, etc. and Cath will do the same on her’s. The pages are still a work in progress, but we’ll let you know when there’s more on them than just photos of us mugging for the camera.
I love stripes in the summer. They make me think of strolling around the Isle of Capri, jaunty sailors and old Pablo Picasso. The striped tunic I’m wearing is from a local Decatur boutique, Boogaloos. Apart from the Nine West shoes, the rest of the outfit was a steal: skirt from Target, hat from Walmart. Everything I’m wearing is at least two years old. I would say “Huzzah! I’m so thrifty” except that when I think how everything I’m wearing is “old,” I get that itchy must-go-shopping feeling. That consumerism bug is a beast.
Stripes in the summer also make me think of Judy Garland in Meet Me in St. Louis. Did anyone else grow up watching that movie? In the scene below, she has just returned from playing tennis (yes, that is her tennis playing outfit) and is pining away for the boy next door. We also dreamed of having her hair (are those bangs? I still don’t know).
LL