le garçon et le maquillage
Got dressed really quickly this morning and threw on what used to be my uniform: solid t-shirt (a friend’s), jeans (BDG), and boys skate shoes (Walmart little boys section). I tucked my hair into a hat for good measure. But then I had to pile on a ton of make-up during my lunch break because I felt like a boob just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I am such a primping, skirt-wearing, lipstick-toting girl now. Fuck, there’s no turning back.
not so Goodwill
Wool blazer from Goodwill.
H&M skirt.
Forever 21 top.
Red water cup from Soma Coffee. (I brought it back!!)
Thrifted scarf, rings from Cactus Flower & Forever 21.
I finally found the Perfect Black Blazer. Unfortunately, it smells like old lady.*
*An unmistakable combination of lipstick from the bottom of a purse, the last grains of powder in a compact, and something flowery and stale that I can’t quite define. If it were a color it would be peach.
fell from a fairytale
Express perfect black dress.
Thermal cut into cardigan.
Mismatched wool socks stolen from my mom.
Thrifted gold necklace worn in hair.
To add to my kick of using things inappropriately (tube tops as dresses, jewelry as hair accessories, cigarettes as therapy), I wore a necklace on my head today. Had several exchanges that went something like:
-”I like your headband!”
“Haha thanks, it’s a necklace!”
-”Oh…dork.”
Pffft. You know, in this economy we have to be industrious, and I like anything that makes me feel like a medieval princess.
little sister.
Thrifted wool cardigan w/ mismatched buttons.
Old Navy skirt worn as dress. (Stole this idea from a friend — shirts as skirts, skirts as shirts — ya gotta try it!)
Urban Outfitters booties.
This is what I wore to go out with my older brother and his ladyfriend. Being at a bar with someone who used to tuck you in at night is bizarre, but in that unsettlingly awesome kind of way – like when you get to curse in front of your parents for the first time.
tell me a secret, i promise not to judge
Old Navy trench (gift from my all-knowing cosmic roomie). Walmart red top (cause when something is obscenely cheap…). DIY necklace & wrist-tie. Flying Tomato black cardigan. BDG jeans cut into shorts. Target tights. Thrifted scarf. Forever 21 power ring.
ghost.
thrifted slip, long thermal cut into cardigan, and scarf. BDG jeans cut into shorts. Forever 21 ring.
diy or die: insta-necklace
This was so easy I’m not sure it qualifies as a project. But it helped relieve the separation anxiety I felt after leaving work without buying a certain black ribbon necklace, so I recommend it!
1. Cut off the bottom inch or two of a t-shirt or skirt. If you’re like me, you do this all the time and have a bag full of scraps already. I used the neckline of a black t-shirt.
2. Take your favorite charm off a necklace you never wear.
3. Since I was using a padlock heart, I just folded the fabric strip in half and made one of those loopy adjustable knots (?) through the opening.
4. Tie in a haggard bow at the nape of your neck.
5. Tie any extra fabric around your wrist for a matching insta-bracelet. Fini!
What do you do with all your discarded skirt-hems, necklines and jean legs? I can’t help but wonder about all the lost sweatshirt-necks of the 80s. Did they come together to make an enormous quilt? Or were they just heather vagabonds, floating around back-alley trash heaps, never to catch the sweat of a dancer again?
little red riding hood
It’s been a rough week.
-Thrifted pearls.
-Cheapo Shoe Carnival boots that have lasted way longer than more expensive versions.
-Amazing, weird wool coat by Ya-Ya. The strange shape should make it look like a dimestore sweatshirt, but it comes across as very high fashion-ey. The huge hood and pockets make me feel incognito, which is helpful when having the most anxiety-ridden week in recent memory. How’s that for an endorsement?
See more, less moody play with this coat here.
top 5 things I would rather do with this Kierkegaard anthology than read it.
suspenders, thrifted.
cigarette jeans, BDG.
black chucks, from wherever.
P104 required topics course philosophy book, from hell.
the caterer.
pinstripe dress, thrifted. black cardigan, Flying Tomato. white cardigan, Wet Seal.
Wore this to see the amazing Racebannon play at the Bishop. Kind of felt like a caterer, something about the layered cardigans was a little vest-with-tails-ey? In any case this is an example of how I graduated from tomboy to girl: just moved from little boy’s t-shirts to men’s suits. One makes you a tomboy, the other makes you look like you just got laid. Easy transition.
where have you been?
these are the moments that i used to deal with by chopping all my hair off.
now i just delete half my website. self-destruction for the postmodern.