Hood scarf: Pistil (via Imelda’s). Coat: Tulle. Sweater: Zara. Dress: Gap. Tights: HUE. Brogues: Franco Sarto. Doctor Bag: Etsy.
Dear hood scarf,
Remember when we first met? I saw you at Imelda’s and thought, “Oh snap! That’s hot sauce. I need that in my life.” Then I took you off of the shelf and saw that you cost one hundred dollars and thought, “Oh snap! NOPE.” and I walked away in anger. But. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I would tell everyone about you: “Dude, there’s this hood scarf at Imelda’s that I am in love with, it’s soooo soft and pretty.” and then finally my husband said, “BUY THE DAMN THING SO YOU WILL STOP TALKING ABOUT IT.” And so I saved and saved and finally you were mine. The end.
P.S. I thought black and white was appropriate for the third shot since I look like I’m about to go kneel in front of a crucifix. *softly sings Ave Marie*
P.P.S. I love this bag but I don’t love HOLDING it. It looks good on porches and fences though, don’t it?
Bowler Hat: Goorin. Blazer: Gap. Shirt and Vest: J.Crew. Pants: Express. Shoes: Doc Martens. Scarf: Therapy.
Okay, it is getting really freaking cold out! I need to dig out my gloves, but I have no idea where they’re hiding! And people continue to calmly walk about in their flip flops while my feet freeze in my boots and Docs. I’ll never understand that, but then my feet are always cold. As soon as I get home I slip into these puppies, er… monkeys. Except with pom poms. They feel DELIGHTFUL. After the boys go down, I wear these and my robe and watch my favorite North and South clips over and over again.
Sweet Lord. I’m such a sucker for total-asshole-accidentally-falling-in-love-with-haughty-opinionated-girl tales I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU. Hello, Pride and Prejudice? Anne of Green Gables (ETA: Gilbert did not break a slate over Anne’s head. I am a dork. But he did tuggeth a ponytail, which makes him an asshole. And he called her carrots. Yeeeeah…go with it…)? Except it gets to the point where I want to shove the girl and say, “If you don’t say ‘take me!’ pretty soon I will seriously punch you in your baby maker. WHY ARE YOU MAKING HIM WORK SO HARD?!”
He’s all, SRSLY?! You know you want me.
Margaret needs a sassy gay friend to tell her, “look at your life, look at your choices!”
Dress: BB Dakota. Sweater: Fossil. Tights: HUE. Socks: Sock Dreams. Boots: Frye. Hat: Andy and Bax.
Taking pictures in the rain is going to be interesting. I need a cute umbrella. And a remote might help. But for now: HATS.
I finally got up the courage to wear this dress to work! I was a bit worried that it might be too short so I wore another skirt beneath it, and a long sweater on top to trick my brain into feeling secure. I’ll make sure to throw on a belt next time to neaten the look a bit, but I really love this outfit. And these tights are so warm and comfy! I’ll probably end up wearing these boots every day this winter, they make every outfit look better (and keep my feet warm!).
Coat: Tulle. Fur collar: Ebay? Sweater: Fossil. Shirt: Buffalo Exchange. Skirt: Fossil. Tights: ? Brogues: Franco Sarto. Bag: Etsy
Jewelry: self-made skeleton key necklace
and Fossil earrings:
which I bought in New York and looooooooove. Fossil’s got a lot of great jewelry right now. I have to avoid their stores from now on, too much stuff that I want/NEED. I just noticed that this outfit is pretty much all Fossil. *fist pump* I was resolved to build an outfit around this skirt, I hardly ever wear it. I wore another skirt beneath it to give it some poof. And since it’s been getting kind of cool lately I pulled out one of my fur collars and pinned it to my favorite coat. I eventually want to attach a velvet ribbon to it so that I don’t have to keep puncturing the collar.
I am sooo happy that it’s Friday. It’s supposed to rain for the next week or so (or maybe forevermore?) and I will miss the sun, but I will enjoy wearing my tights frequently! I need to get a new umbrella, preferably one that looks like this:
Sweater: Fossil. Belt: off vintage dress. Skirt: (old) Express. Tights: Hue. Boots: Frye. Hat: Porch Light
It’s the little things that do it for me: the neckline on this sweater, the flower on the side of my hat, the zippers on this skirt. Funny thing is, when I bought the skirt AGES ago in LA, I loved the color and the brass buttons, but the zippers confounded me. “It hurts to put my hand in my pocket! Fashion is PAINFUL!” But now, zippers RULE. Especially if they’re brass! I now wish that there were more of them! Two zippers on each side would do quite nicely.
God, I wish I could make my own clothes.
Belt: Lady Bird’s General Store
Pants: Buffalo Exchange (J. Crew)
This outfit needs suspenders!
I’ve been finding some great stuff at Buffalo Exchange lately. These pants are pretty spectacular, right? I took them to a seamstress to have them shortened, and when I tried them on she exclaimed, “Whoa, nice pants!” INDEED. I love the way they look with my saddle shoes (which, by the way, are still on sale)!
Wait…there’s a saddle BOOT? A bit much, I think.
Tights: Amazon? Can’t remember.
Shoes: Gianni Bini
I’d like you to meet my new dress, Dottie. Isn’t she cute? Dottie came all the way from New York to be with me. I tried to tell her that she shouldn’t get mixed up with a girl like me. “I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel,” I told her. “And I’m SO OVER empire waists!” Try though I might, I couldn’t deny that I was drawn to her peter pan collar and her sweet polka dots. I realized that I had to have her! Plus, I had to make up my mind sooner or later because I couldn’t hang out in Zara all day when there was plenty more of New York to see the end.
Anyway, I was so NOT in the mood for heels, but I think next time I’ll introduce Dottie to my very good friend Agatha; I have a feeling that they’re a match made in heaven. Say hi, Agatha!
You know who Dottie reminds me of? Another girl that I was scoping out in New York, that’s who. This time it’s a real girl, I promise.
Isn’t her outfit adorbs? We should totally be twinsies! I just need a navy blue cardigan.
Here’s what I thought:
1. Robert Downey Jr’s goatee =INTENSE.
2. MICKEY ROURKE’S FINGERNAILS = GROSS. But seriously, he should probably go to the doctor. That shit is NOT normal.
3. Scarlett Johannson’s ass =Impressive.
4. Sam Rockwell’s tan/painted fingernails = Awesome. Sorry, everything that man does is awesomesauce.
5. Garry Shandling’s face =ABSOLUTELY FRIGHTENING.
Basically, WHO CARES ABOUT THE SPECIAL EFFECTS? MY MIND = ALREADY BLOWN.
Shirt: Dress from Dizzie’s in SLO
Tights: Sock Dreams
Shoes: Gianni Bini
These tights are on their way out. I found a hole in them the other day. They’re so comfortable, but I doubt that I’ll be purchasing another pair at 35 bucks a pop. BUT I just bought three new pairs in charcoal, mustard and olive green: I look forward to not having to shave my legs for the next several months! Kidding. Sort of. Mad (my youngest) thinks the mustard ones are odd, whenever I’ve had them on he’s stared at my legs for a moment and then poked at them with an outstretched finger. Tights, I tell him, and he repeats the word and wanders off but comes right back to poke my legs two seconds later. I understand where he’s coming from though. I’m not quite comfortable with yellow legs yet, I keep taking them off in favor of black or brown.
Shirt: Buffalo Exchange
Pants: J CREW
Button: Atlantic Treefox
Don’t you love it when the socks you blindly grab for in the early hours of the morning perfectly match your outfit? Score!
I love my crown badge; my boss saw it and asked me if my nickname had been Queen or Princess growing up. Ha! I was more of a “Mouse”, quiet and shy and always somewhere reading a book instead of socializing. I was fascinated (and still am, quite frankly) by people who oozed confidence and said whatever came to mind. I always thought that when I turned thirty I would be like that. I’m not quite there yet.
This is the kind of outfit that I wore non stop in high school. Sweaters/sweater vests, chinos/cords, my dad’s argyle socks and oxfords. This particular outfit was based off of the fact that I had a chiropractic appointment that day and I needed to wear pants seeing as my Doctor would be lifting my legs up repeatedly. I also wanted to wear my saddle shoes. And voila. MAGIC.