I’ve slowly but surely been cleaning up my three-car garage.

I have SO MUCH camping equipment and Burning Man gear it’s unbelievable!

I shocked myself by donating items that I considered essential which I had never even OPENED.

I am nothing if not a consumer.

Yes, I have problems with impulse control.

And not just when it comes to shopping. . . but that’s another blog post, isn’t it?

While cleaning out my garage, I came across several things I’d been looking for:

My Burning Man high-waisted bathing suit bottoms:

I’ve been looking for these in order to pair them with my bikini top:

And my mesh dress:

For Burning Man, naturally.


All my Burning Man friends are INVITED to ask to see me in these when we’re on the playa.

Keep me honest now and help me to finally crawl out of the dark and into the light of body positivity.

I also found my bottle openers, of which I have at least 50 left.

I’m excited at the thought of passing them out again, even though my gift to the playa this year will most likely be engraved stainless steel carabiner mugs:

The last thing I came across was my wax warmer.

At work, we hired a new employee who uses an aromatherapy diffuser at her desk and I SWEAR I’ve been twice as productive when the scent wafts over the divider to my cube.

Who knew aromatherapy could be so helpful?

And who knew cleaning the garage would lead to me finding all these treasures?!

Live Boldly

I am notorious for having a messy room.

The kind where you can’t see the floor through all the clothing on it.

It’s partially because I have a small closet.

And also because I have a shit ton of clothes.

Not to mention costumes.

The other day, I cleaned up my room and when I did, I came across this:

Yes, it’s a fishnet maxi dress.

I didn’t even remember having it, let alone buying it.

But I like it a lot.

And I am SO HOPING that I’m bold enough to wear it at the burn because I just got this to go with it:

Because what do you wear under a sheer dress?

A high waisted black bikini.

If Ashley Graham can do it, so can I.

Now, I have bought high waisted bikinis many times to wear at the burn.

Don’t forget my triple-waste-of-time-and-money bikini bottoms:

I certainly haven’t quite mastered the art of living boldly.

But I’ve got all the accessories!

This post is hard to write

This post is hard to write on account of it hits a little too close to home.

Just a little too much truth in it.


I ordered three pairs of high-waisted bikini bottoms from the UK in order to wear them to Burning Man.

Nice, right?

Well, they arrived and I opened up the package, pulled out the bikini bottoms, and discovered. . .

. . . that they were absolutely MASSIVE.

We’re talking HUGE knickers here.

I thought, “there’s NO WAY those will fit me!”

The bad news is: they fit.

The good news is: just barely.

Yeah, I’m one skipped breakfast away from having those bikini bottoms drop to the floor.

Nevertheless, this whole experience gave me pause.

For the first time in a long time, I felt unattractively fat.


I know I’m a thick girl and that some men find thick sexy.

And that some men don’t.

I’ve always been okay with my curves.

But to feel unattractive?

Well that just isn’t going to fly with me.