Ember Month Recalibration Incoming

Along with the end of August comes the beginning of the EMBER MONTHS!! aka the time I feel most alive and calibrated and vibrational. I've been majorly outta wack.. if you couldn't tell from my last post. But these embers are gonna light my fire! Get it?

I'm talking life cycle of a butterfly. Cocoon emergence time. By January I'll be a depressed caterpillar again..why must rebirth be so perpetual??? I'm itching for November to come so my year can peak. My half birthday is on November 7th. My half birthday is by far my favorite holiday, yes yes, even more than my birthday. True baddies feel the weight of life's transience on their actual birthday. WHEREAS half birthdays are full of optimism!

Make sure you tell everyone you encounter that you're celebrating. Send out a text blast. The only thing I long for that I was promised about cell phones in my youth is the "SEND TO ALL CONTACTS" option. In cheesy coming-of-age movies, that button always started the most drama. The only drama I allow in my life is a dramatic eye look.

I never wear eye makeup to work these days and it's killing me softly. The 5:2 ratio of days I do and don't have a smoky eye is not condusive to my mental well being. You may say: just do it! First of all, NIKE, you don't even know where I work! Unless...you see the TikToks I relentlessly post for my social media marketing gig. And if you did see those Toks, then you'd know that I wear a T-shirt and shorts/leggings for my job. My loyalty lies with matching the makeup to the outfit over a big fat eyeliner wing. Please.

Anyway, September came in swinging with good times already. I have photos for the blöge this time! Words are hard for you doom-scrollers (with whom I hardly identify) so I must provide a 2nd grade reading level, picture book-style experience in order to engage my readers.

Sorry that was harsh. Here's some pics:

(I did put captions...I simply can't stay away from words!)

Sweater Weather!

My new Baby G that doesn’t work but probably would if I put a new battery in which I won't.

Sister memories in my junk journal. <3

QPC remnants. No Onions PLEASE

Me & Bae at Phillies game after they told me I couldn’t bring my purse in.

Beyond Reasonable Doubt: Jesus Christ is alive!

Been loving this chick’s podcast

This is a collage I started whilst in the dumps and had to finish once I started feeling better because it was making a mess. I like the way it turned out even though I no longer resonate. But the sadness will inevitably come again, and I will not be surprised.

Bel & I went to dinna in NoLibs and I finally got to wear a smoky eye!!! The next morning I had literally zero gas...I'm so sick of driving. Living far from your friends is for the BIRDS!

The next day, after getting gas, I served at therapy then slid on over to the DMV to finally get my Real ID. Serving at therapy appointments is very important to me because I need my therapist to know that I'm fly. Shout out to in-person therapy!!!

The Real ID process took way too many hours out of my day. Whats worse--they made me stand for an hour straight! If you know me, I am not a stander in liner. I am very good at sitting and laying, though. I rewarded myself with a Rita's afterwards. Mint Choco Chip ice with Vanilla custard, please!

The next few days, I did what a girl does--ate a nutritious meal, watched the Eagles with my boyfriend, and wore a super duper fly outfit to get interviewed at my showroom. My lovely successors of FAME Magazine wanted to conduct an interview of lil ol' me about Saraphernalia. We had a blast chatting about fashion and business and fashion business school. But mostly fashion hehe.

The real reason I was tummy-out during my interview was because I had to scramble to a nightclub right after to see Uncle Waffles perform with my girls Mani & Toe. I'm smirking as I write this..it's giving Mani-Pedi LOLZ.

We had ourselves a TIME dancing our hearts out at the sweaty venue. Luckily, Mani is the dancer of the century and some guy scooped us up to come look cute in his section. GIRL POWER!! I wish I got more pictures of us three, we looked spectacularly cool. The night ended with gushing "I love you"s as we parted ways to embark on our voyages home. My Uber ride took one whole HOUR. For. The. Birds. I got home at 3am and (gasp!) slept in my makeup.

I will leave you with a final, obnoxious sentiment about me being a fashion pioneer. Remember when I wrote a blog about Majorette Core?? I told you all, in writing, that marching band, majorette, Julian Casablancas-esque style in on its way and here the eff it is. Prayingg launched its first FW25 collection with a band geek chic set that I predicted in my early blogging days.

I told you so.

TTFN,

Sara