Most people in my life know by now that my cat Chloe died about a month ago. I debated on whether I needed to say anything about it here, but considering how often she popped up in pictures throughout the entire life of this blog, it makes sense to say goodbye to her on A Stylized Hysteria. About a month ago, she was outside after dark and was hit by a car. She was found by a very sympathetic good Samaritan and returned to me. The next morning she was buried in my parents backyard, a place where she spent hours exploring and chasing birds and bugs. I remember the moment I left the house that day. I paused and looked at the open window and told myself “she always comes in when it’s dark; let her enjoy the afternoon in the sun.” I regret that decision every day.
If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know how much I adore animals (especially cats) and what a big part of my life they are. I can’t imagine a life without these loving, crazy, demanding, furry family members.
A few of my favorite things about Chloe cat:
When I brought her home as a six month old kitten, she immediately ran under my bed and stayed there for three days and nights. I was starting to feel like a failure until the fourth day. I came home from work and found her bravely hiding under my clothes hamper. I knew then everything would be okay.
Chloe was my first cat and I didn’t know that hissing meant “back off.” So she’d hiss at me and instead of leaving her alone I’d pick her up and shower her with kisses. After that, her normal greeting to people she was warming up to was a vicious hiss.
As a kitten, she adored running around on my bed when I was trying to make it up. There were so many times I’d find a Chloe-shaped lump under the sheets if I turned my back for a minute.
She was deeply shy and afraid of humans when I brought her home. When she felt comfortable enough to sleep on my bed with me, I was happy. When our first winter together rolled around and she spent evenings curled up behind my knees on the couch, I was thrilled. When, after three years together, she fell asleep on my chest, I felt so loved and proud to be chosen by her. It was wonderful.
Once we moved into my parents house, Chloe discovered the joys of suburban living; mainly, the basement. She would arrive in my bedroom at night with spiderwebs and dust covering her whiskers from her expeditions to the darkest corners of the house.
Once Chloe decided she liked me, I never got a good nights sleep again. She was convinced prime snuggling time was between 1-3am. Almost every night I was awoken by a cold, wet nose on my hand or a plaintive meow and kneading of my kidneys. I still find myself waking up in the middle of the night – she trained me well.
She turned up her nose at sushi, steak, poached fish, cheese, bread, and sardines. Cat treats held no appeal. Her one indulgence? My mothers various palm trees. They all suffered at Chloe’s hand (mouth).
She loved baiting her sister, Calliope, into wrestling matches. She never won a single fight and often ran away in defeat. But she always came back for more. Maybe with a little more time she could’ve developed her right hook and become a lightweight champion.
I still sometimes expect her to greet me at the door when I get home from work, but I’m working on it. My friends and family have helped by accepting my overly emotional reaction and letting me talk about her often. A friend painted the most beautiful picture of her, based on one of my favorite photos of Chloe. It truly captures her constant look of disapproval and concern for her silly, overly affectionate guardian who often preferred a night in with her cats than hitting the town.
I’m grateful for what she taught me about patience and responsibility. And I think she knew that she was deeply loved during her life. I’ll miss you, Chloe.
I love these pants. They somehow manage to look really flattering despite being a giant colorful flower pattern all over my ass and thighs. But I don’t wear them often. Why? A friend of mine relayed a horror story about her friend’s pair splitting up the back seam one day while out and about. Now, this is one of my greatest fashion-related fears. While in high school (at a dance!) my new black pants split right up the butt seam, leaving my thong covered bum exposed to the world. Horrifying does not even begin to explain it. I never bought pants from that store again. I also stopped dancing so vigorously in crowded areas.
So when I decided to wear these pants today, I made sure I had a contingency plan: a knee-length trench coat, and enough money to buy some new pants if needed. I’m just covering my butt bases!
Also, Calliope says “Hi! Please rub my face!”
Chloe says “Get off my porch.”
shirt- Lands End Canvas
shoes- Nine West
First of all, thank you for all the wonderfully sweet comments on my post about my mother and my anniversary of moving home. Every single comment made me beam with pride for my mom. Thank you!
Now onto the clothes. Stripes are a classic that have been especially popular in the last few years, making it easy to find numerous striped pieces. But finding the perfectly sized stripes in the perfect color combination in the perfect fabric? Ugh. So. Hard. I don’t think this is my perfect striped sweater, but it comes pretty close. And since it’s so cute (and I’m so lazy), it got worn quite a bit this past week.
Monday afternoon, catching a little sun in the lovely warm weather. I wore another striped shirt under the sweater for contrast (and to cover my ass) and mixed things up a little more with this leopard print hat. I also posed like a frog.
See a familiar tail in the corner of this photo? It’s getting impossible to keep Chloe away from the camera!
Thursday for work. I added more stripes but stuck with the black and white theme. And again with Chloe! Clearly she wanted to show how well she matched my outfit.
Ok, this isn’t an outfit. But I suspected one of two felines were chomping on our houseplants. Bad Chloe!
sweater- American Apparel
leggings- American Apparel
boots- Steve Madden
hat- Target (sold out and bought via ebay)
sweater- American Apparel
skirt- no name brand (but a similar skirt could be easily found at Forever21, I’ll bet)
If you were to meet me in real life, you’d notice that I have very good enunciation. I (generally) use proper grammar. I am proper and polite and I am not intimidating or tough at all. But in my head, I am a total and complete badass. And this badass tee from Kingdom of Style totally speaks to me. And it says “Go into a shady bar and order a whiskey shot. Play some Metallica on the jukebox. Steal someone’s motorcycle.” Now, I will never do any of these things (lost my taste for whiskey years ago and motorcycles scare me!) but at least I can pretend to be a badass, right?
I literally couldn’t wait until a more appropriate time to wear it, so I wore it to work. The blazer did a nice job of covering up some of it but I still felt badass underneath it all.
Look at me, I’m so cool I can’t even look at the camera.
Annnd…last night, two of my favorite things came together: bar method workouts and sparkly things! To be more specific, Bar Method Boston hosted Elizabeth Cole Jewelry in the studio, offering a generous discount on jewelry that ranged from glitzy and outrageous to…badass and spiky. I spent the whole workout thinking about the pretty baubles and once class ended, I got these earrings.
A little bit industrial, but still refined and small enough for everyday wear.
Chloe cat disapproves of my pretending to be tough. To be fair though, I do chase her around and smother her in kisses and sing to her.
blazer- Surface to Air
shirt- Borders & Frontiers collaboration with Kingdom of Style (available to purchase here)
boots- Sam Edelman
earrings- Elizabeth Cole Jewelry