Wednesday, April 16, 2014

you can be a hero, not a rock n roll zero

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Kohl's Vera Wang Princess sweater, thrifted Olsenboye dress, vintage 1900's necklace, and Betsey Johnson platforms.

I have been patiently waiting for about six months to wear this dress. I bought it a long while ago for 60 cents, I shit you not. Last week it was finally warm enough to wear it! But as a result of sitting in my closet waiting, it got all wrinkled! Oh well, you win some and lose some.

The only way anyone could possibly use the word "tall" when describing me is when I wear these platforms. They have been one of my favorites for years now and not just because they make me a little taller. They are probably the most impractical footwear for a girl who walks around like a baby colt in flats. It's okay - if you see me fall, you can laugh. The platform on these are not all black like these photos would have you believe. Here's a better pic:
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Funny little side story I'll share with you. It's pretty stupid, so click away now!  Looking at these photos, I realized the skin on my legs is still messed up (you probably can't tell but I can) from almost two years ago.
That was when Brian and our close friend decided to go hiking in a park we'd never been to before. It was getting dark and the boys (can't let them do anything) decided it would be faster if we cut through the woods. Google Maps indicated a clearing not that far from where we were. After 15 minutes, it became clear there wasn't an easy way and mud started to stick to our shoes. Soon the mud was up to our knees and razor grass was sticking to our legs and ripping the skin open (I had jean shorts on that were pretty small and clearly was suffering the most). After about 45 minutes, lots of compass wielding, and angry grunts, we reached the clearing. Which was NOT A CLEARING AT ALL. It was a mother effing swamp. Obviously disgruntled and fumbling in the dark, we slumped against a tree to regroup. We decided to call the cops, who informed us that they couldn't do anything because we were smack in the middle of the woods. They couldn't call for us or easily send someone in to help. I proceeded to drop my phone in the disgusting swamp gunk and almost didn't recover it. Dan (our friend) decided it would be best to just follow the compass in one direction until we reached the end of the woods. It was the only thing we could do. He led us, while Brian and I screamed at each other (poor Dan). It was not my best moment, but my legs were being ripped apart by razor grass.
We ended up getting out of the death woods and almost cried when we did. A cop was nice enough to find us and drive us back to our cars which ended up being 7 MILES AWAY from where we ended up.
Afterward, I bought 3 packs of Hostess Orange Cupcakes (before they went under) and binge ate them while sitting in a ball. We also took super long showers and started vacantly all night while contemplating what the hell we were doing with our lives. The cuts I got from that night were absolutely horrific and people would stop me on the street and asked what happened. I've never been embarrassed to say it, but it definitely makes me look stupid. That's because it was stupid.
Moral of this story: don't let boys convince you that a dumb idea is a good one.

Goodness. I hope you enjoyed that and if you didn't, here is a song by an amazing fictional band:

Thursday, April 3, 2014

geometric

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Vintage 1950's dress, vintage 40's necklace that belonged to my grandmother, hand me down belt, and vintage Ferragamo flats.

I took these self portraits during some downtime at work with my little old point and shoot. I used it for 3 years on this blog. I missed it a little - it does take some decent photos. It's just much easier to manage self-shots with than my DSLR.

I'm obsessed with this dress. I love everything about it. I especially love that it's just see-through enough to have to wear a slip underneath. I think slips should make a comeback. They're just like a little piece of everyday luxury, like a little secret to keep for yourself. Maybe I'm reading into it too much, but that's what I do. I overanalyze until it kills me.

Lastly, this little man-belt has been the best accessory of my lifetime. I have a matching one in brown and they actually used to be Brian's. I've worn it on the blog numerous times and even more time off the blog. I love bringing a touch of man to an otherwise girly outfit.

My funny bone seems a little worn down at the moment so I'm sorry if this post was pretty boring. I'm still recovering from a busy, busy March! I hope you're having a great week!

Friday, March 21, 2014

mush

This post is going to be a little different than usual. Today is a special day for me. It's my 6th anniversary with Brian. 

He's my loyal photographer.
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He puts up with me getting side tracked by pretty clothes at the store (and even holds them for me).
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He even gives me yes/no advice when I send him photos like this:
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I don't know how I got lucky enough to find such a great man who understands me. Eccentricities and all. More importantly, one that supports me and all the crazy dreams that I have.
Brian, I love you. More than I could ever put into words. Thank you for putting up with me the past six years.

Here are some photos of us from 2008. When we first met.
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Thank you for being so cute.
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I know, I know, this is mushy mush. I can't help it.
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Thank you for reading this. I normally don't get to personal and I hope you enjoyed it.
I hope you had a wonderful week.
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Friday, March 14, 2014

before the storm

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Thrifted Free People maxi dress, Target suede booties, Five Below sunglasses, and vintage necklace.

These photos were obviously taken before the blizzard came and obliterated any hope of seeing some green grass again.
It was pretty nice on this particular day and when it's nice a lot of people are out peeking at what I'm doing.
It's always funny to see different people's reactions to taking photos on the street. Some stare, some are nice and cross the street so they don't get in your way, and then some people just make you laugh.
That afternoon, an older man with his windows down blaring 70's southern rock (I approved) started yelling unintelligible nonsense at me. Whether he was drunk or cat-calling remains a mystery.

I could not believe I found this Free People dress as Salvation Army for $2.50! The main reason I bought it was because it reminds me of long underwear. I like that. Is that weird? Yes, probably weird.
Another thing that's weird is this necklace. My grandma gave it to me and it was hers. But we don't know where it came from and why there are two men baking bread molded on it. That's kind of strange, but fascinating.

I hope you survived the blizzard - I stayed home from work and it took me two hours to dig out my car today! Ugh. Here's a great southern rock song to honor good ol' drunkard McGee.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

you wonder why I always dress in black

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Vintage blazer, thrifted silk blouse, Forever 21 two-tone jeans, and Acne Atacoma boots.

Winter is still in full-swing here. That makes me angry and depressed. And nothing signifies that more than an all black outfit. Maybe it's because I'm an east coast gal, but wearing all black is easy for me. When I'm stumped in the morning, I don't have to think about what goes with what.

The major black piece that's a power player in this outfit is the blazer. I nearly fainted when I found this blazer, it's that perfect to me. Admittedly, I don't wear it enough, but it's just AMAZING. I love menswear for women, but I have a particular penchant for tuxedo-wear for women. Along with this piece, I have two tuxedo-themed dresses (one seen HERE) and probably some shirts too. Maybe it's because I love dressing up, or maybe it's because I love men in suits so much that I want to wear one? I do love a good suit.

Whenever I'm a little down I break out my special Acne Atacomas. If you want to read their story you can here.

Side note: Why am I significantly paler this year than I EVER HAVE BEEN? It's frustrating! Did I die without realizing I was dead? AM I A GHOST? None of my foundation is the right color anymore! BLAHHH.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

the un-glamorous life

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Thrifted sweater, gifted high waist jeans, years old Target boots, vintage 60's coat, gifted purse, Five Below sunglasses, and Deathly Hallows necklace from eBay.

Let's be honest, everyday can't be a dressed up creative outfit kind of day. Sometimes I wake up cranky, or more recently I've been waking up hating the cold. Sometimes I wear things that are very casual and I think it wouldn't be a realistic look into my life without showing you this.
So on this particularly frigid day, what do I wear? A man sweater. This is legitimately a man's sweater. I like to shop for clothes in the men's section at Salvation Army. Why? Because sometimes I like a men's fit. More recently it's because Salvation Army has turned completely ridiculous and is pricing all the women's clothing WAY TOO HIGH. The men's clothing is still dirt cheap. They really think women will pay $80 for a used, pill-infested coat. I SHIT YOU NOT. 80 BUCKS.
They think that they can take advantage of the women because mostly women shop there.
Complete bullshit.

Anyway, that rant aside...my best friend gave me these incredible high waist jeans. She ordered them for herself and they were too small for her (sad face). She was nice enough to give them to me and I LOVE them.
A lot of people hate hight waist/pants and dub them as mom jeans. I think I spoke briefly of this in my last post, but I don't care. I LOVE THEM.
Proud card carrying member of the mom jean cult.

I hope your week is going well and you're staying warm. It's still so cold here!