Pass the Mustard

Well, you know it’s fall (and that my hair is back to red*) when I’m wearing mustard yellow.


Shirt, Worthington (thrifted). Skirt, Leslie Faye (thrifted). Belt, thrifted. Shoes, Libby Edelman. Bag, Franco Sarto. Earrings, Pangaea. Sunglasses, Girl Props. Bangles, Epcot Morocco and Garden of the Gods gift shop.

I’m not a huge fan of prepared mustard, at least not until I tried Löwensenf Extra Hot mustard. I can eat it straight out of the tube. I prepare hotdogs just to serve as a vehicle for the stuff. It delivers the best nose burn ever.

I also like mustard seed. I fry them in oil (with fennel seed) before adding cauliflower to make one of my favorite Indian side dishes. You have to watch out, though. Mustard seeds pop just like popcorn in hot oil. I have the tiny burns to prove it.

But back to the color mustard. I find it incredibly versatile. Here, it sobers up this garish skirt.



Photos by Beefy Muchacho

Please excuse the picture overload. I blame my lack of discretion on mustard-related injuries.

*Mustard just didn’t look good with my pale blond hair.