Monthly Archives: December 2010

Baby, it’s cold outside

Beanie: Target. Coat: Tulle. Cardigan: Fossil. Dress: Buffalo Exchange. Skirt: Lady Bird’s General Store ($16!!). Tights: ? Boots: Frye.

Antony and Cleopatra! It is COLD outside. I said that already, right? Yeah. My toes have no feeling in them.

So I found this amazing skirt at Lady Bird’s yesterday (there’s so much good stuff there, it’s INSANE). It reminds me of the circle the globe skirt from Anthropologie:

It has such a great weight to it, splendid pleats, and fits PERFECTLY. I’ll definitely be wearing it often.

I also discovered this new shop that’s in a friggin’ double-decker bus – Lodekka.

For real?! CUTENESS OVERLOAD. I almost lost it when I drove by it the other day. Sweet Lord. The owner was incredibly sweet and has such a great selection of clothes which I will be sure to try on when I can take off my clothes without shaking like a leaf. Cuz baby…yeah, you get it.

I hope everyone has a wonderful New Years! Nothing too exciting here: a movie, maybe some alcohol after the kids pass out. I’ll be sure to get a kiss at midnight, though. Toods!


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Don’t step on my grey suede shoes

Jacket: Fossil. Shirt: AE. Skirt: Vintage. Tights: HUE. Creeper Sneakers: TUK.

Meet my new creeper sneakers! They’re much cuter in person.

Tangents ahoy! I’m a big fan of rockabilly and psychobilly. Billygoaty is also fun. Heh, kidding. Andy introduced me to the glory of Tiger Army when we first met but it took me a while to  warm up to them. When I finally GOT IT? I fell hard. And I wouldn’t shut up about them.

Me: DUDE. They’re soooo good! Andy: I KNOW. I told you that FOUR YEARS AGO.

So since I was obsessed, Andy and I went to a lot of  Tiger Army shows.

Me: TIGER ARMY IS PLAYING AGAIN, HOMG. Andy: Already seen them twice, I’m good! Me: NEVER. DIE.


One of my favorite songs:

I couldn’t get enough. THE BEST live performances ever. The energy …I can’t even.I mean, I could’ve danced all night and still, STILL have begged for more. What drew me to the shows was obviously the music (Nick’s voice is jamazing) but the outfits that I got to witness were always a close second. The clothes, the hair, the SHOES! So much awesome in one place.

I wish I had some pictures, but you’ll have to take my word for it.

Anyway, I’ve been wanting a pair of creepers for a while and I bought these a while back:

but wear them very rarely because they’re a bit too big and make me feel like Frankenstein’s monster.

So I think the sneakers are a happy medium. I love my grey suede shoes to bitsies and they’ve got plaid lining which makes them even cooler. They’re also crazy comfortable.

I scored a pair for Z on Ebay a while back, so I thought I’d take a family photo of sorts.

Is it sad that a picture of shoes makes my heart constrict?

Z’s favorite Tiger Army song, by the way, is “Rose of the Devil’s Garden”.


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We wish you a Merry Christmas

And a happy New Year!

We truly do, even if Mad and Z’s expressions are evidence to the contrary. This was truly the best of the bunch. *sigh* How DARE we make them sit on the couch in their adorable plaid shirts and make them smile for the camera?! Oh, the tragedy!

Sing it with me: FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA!!!

Anyway, I’m off to continue doing a whole lot of nothing in my robe. Toods!


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Slippery when wet

Pardon my emo.

Cardigan: Fossil. Dress: Gap. Tights: ? Heels: Frye. Necklace: Erica Weiner.


This is pretty much the same outfit but with an olive cardigan and tights.

So the most embarrassing thing happened while I was wearing this outfit: I fell. In front of several people. I had no intention of walking anywhere but on the carpeted hallways of my office building. No tile floors for me, thanks! See, I reeeeally wanted to wear these shoes, even if it meant that I had to stay glued to my seat all day.

Friend: Hey Jen, you want to go get some coffee and walk across wet tile floors?

Me: Suuuure! Even though it’s all rainy outside and these shoes have little to no traction, I’m gonna tempt fate! I can handle it!

Fate: *tempted*



But it gets worse. You know how people ask “Oh my God! Are you okay?” when you fall? Nice, right? Not after the NTH time. I mean, let’s all forget this as soon as possible, okay? Nothing to see here, kids! But nooooooooo. News is spreading like wildfire across the campus as we speak (I’m exaggerating. SORT OF.). People are telling me, “I heard you fell! Are you okay? Oh my god, what happened?!” Um, I fell. Not much else to report. “Oh, okay. So you’re just really clumsy today?” Exactly.

And since I love tangents: I’ve probably seen A Goofy Movie about a million times, my brothers were pretty obsessed when we were kids. Tevin Campbell? Pauly Shore? YES. My kids WILL love that movie. It’s all about Goofy’s kid Max who has this HUGE crush on this girl and so to impress her…okay, I won’t ruin it for you!

Anyway. Whoever made this video:

is a GENIUS.


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The Bees Knees

Fur collar: Archives Chicago (who I found through the 30 for 30 challenge!). Sweater: Target. Skirt: Anthropologie. Thigh Highs: Hansel from Basel. Wellies: Tretorn.

Turns out I’m one step closer to my dream of being Nacho Libre.

Seriously though, I never saw that movie. Didn’t seem worth it. Now I might, if only for a glimpse of those awesome tights!

These socks (I also have them in red and white) are the closest I could get to the kneepad tights that I have been lusting after. Because as I’ve mentioned before (with much bitterness), they don’t fit over my thighs. So thigh-highs seemed the logical conclusion. But dude. They never stop trying to roll their way down my legs. In conclusion, I also need sock garters in my life. Knee patches belong on one’s KNEES, not on their ankles! It’s just not right.


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Now I’m gonna go puke on that couch. Merry Christmas.

Bomber hat: Andy and Bax. Jacket and cardigan: Fossil. Shirt: AE. Skirt: J. Crew. Tights: HUE. Socks: Sock Dreams. Boots: Doc Martens.

During the 30 for 30 I kept wishing I had included this shirt just so I could pair it with this skirt. I really think the combo is the elephant’s instep for some reason.

Andy and I let the boys open a gift tonight and we’ll continue that way until Christmas so as to not completely fry their brains. Did I mention that they’ve got crazy piles waiting for them? I’m more excited than they are, tonight I practically begged Andy to let them open another one and he gently told me No. Boooo. In other news: I’ve been trying not to OD on cherry candy canes and chocolate, I am using the holidays as an excuse to eat sugar for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I’m worried about cavities, naturally, but not enough to stop. Speaking of which, I never had a cavity until my early twenties and now it’s like I look at a piece of candy and I need to get a filling. What’s the deal with THAT? I might have stolen that second to last line from Jim Gaffigan. Isn’t Jim Gaffigan THE BEST? Food Humor FTW. He’s also got some funny things to say about other things. Christmas, for instance:


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Elevator music

Gratuitous beanie pic.

Beanie: Target. Dress: Fossil. Cardigan: Zara. Skirt: AA. Tights: HUE. Boots: Doc Martens.

Fossil Dress: Seen before here, here, and here.

I was going to include these boots in my 30 for 30 and decided against it. That was a mistake. HUGE! These boots are simply the best. True story!

So I’m thinking of never riding in an elevator again. Why? Oh, two reasons. One: an electrical fire started in the elevator shaft of the ancient building that I work in. The alarm went off, and since it’s a new one complete with a LOUD yet soothing man’s voice: “PLEASE EVACUATE THE PREMISES!” I sat there bug eyed for a second doing nothing of the sort. Eventually my coworkers and I grabbed our coats and hats and wallets and sauntered off to the dining commons to eat a second breakfast while the firemen arrived. Two: I went to the mall after work and encountered these cats in the elevator. One of them chuckled under his breath and said, “Our next victim.” He blew into a pitch pipe and off they went. Falalalala. Lalalala. I opened my eyes wide and smiled hard like a maniac, foolishly trying to throw them off of their game, but they are truly seasoned professionals. *insert elevator music joke*. *LAUGH*

I kid. I love that stuff.

Speaking of smiling hard:

Faizon Love PONES this scene.




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