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I’ve been here for years.
SO.
Kind of a big day in my life.
I’m wearing sweatpants jersey trousers to work.
I’m feeling quite insecure and weird and sloppy about it.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am in love with these pants and want to wear them everyday.
But, have I taken it too far?
I mean, pick up any magazine and there are tons of ladies all über chic in their jersey trousers. So, who’s to say that I can’t, or shant?
I dunno.
Maybe I’ll keep ‘em strictly weekend.
Although I was just complimented by a client who didn’t even seem to notice the fact that they are, indeed, no matter how much I tell you otherwise: sweatpants.
I thought that they should probably have been paired with a silky, satiny, or otherwise unjersey top.
But clearly that did not happen.
The necklace is a decent compromise.
{side note: Does anyone ever read that word as com-promise? Sometimes my brain wants to read it as a promiss, not promize. Alone on that one?}
Pumps: Coach :: Jersey Trou: Forever21 :: Top: ? :: Blazer: Thrifted :: Necklace: Nordstrom Rack
Also, you guys have me completely torn.
Should I really cut my hair and stop fucking around pretending that I’ll grow it?
Ehhhlll…
I’m not sure.
The urge is so strong to grow it out so that I can play with it.
That’s really all it comes down to.
I miss Victory Rolls, Afros, Finger waves, all of it.
I do so much with my hair, and always change it.
I think I just answered my own question.
And tomorrow is Friday.
Fast little week, no?
Oh, George.
This little GW pony is starting to creep me out.
I bought some vitamins to make my hair grow faster in the hopes that I don’t have to look like a pedophile, say, by mid-November?
High hopes?
We’ll see.
It’s funny, once I took prenatal vitamins for this same purpose. I worked with a girl who would gush about her hair and nails growing so fast and being so strong on account of her prenatal vitamins.
I’m sure she also was happy about keeping her baby all healthy and whatnot inside her, too.
It worked.
But it terrified my boyfriend of the time.
He thought those vitamins would greatly increase the probability of a baby.
That is not the case.
But anyway.. .. .
This is my birthday dinner dress!
I wore it with these same shoes, different tights, and this shawl.
Actually, Ryan posted some pics of the dinner on his blog!
{Featuring a photo of my Dad!}
But yeah.
This is a great dress. It was relatively cheap from Urban Outfitters, and it comes in like half a dozen gorgeous colors.
I would recommend it to a friend.
And tomorrow night, I’m gonna visit Beauty Bar again to cheer my brains out for Mondo.
And if you happened to click on the dirty whore link, you would perhaps share my excitement of being in the same magazine as Mr. Mondo himself!!
GAH!
Pumps: Steve Madden :: Tights: DSW :: Dress: Urban :: Cardi: Thrifted :: Necklace: Target
That’s all, folks.
Chartreuse.
I cannot get enough of it.
It’s always been a color that I have liked, but never one I’ve worn.
But the times, they are a’changin’.
On my way to work this morning, I was even trying to think of how I could get away with wearing this sweater with my matching socks.
What do you think?
Too much?
Or is it just such a tempting challenge that it must be done?
Yeah, I think so, too.
I’m also incredibly stoked about these Forever21 leggings.
I mean, motorcycle leggings?
How can you get more bad ass?
Also, the quality of these is absolutely tops.
And for what? $15 and change?
A +
Pumps: Thrifted :: Leggings: Forever21 :: Sweater: Forever21 :: Necklace: Thrifted :: Scarf: Thrifted
And tomorrow we’ll be halfway through the week, folks.
Huzzah.
Ah, Monday.
What a tragedy-
don’t you agree?
This working-for-a-living business?
Why can’t we all just be who we want and do what we want and not have to be separated from our families and loved ones all day, nearly every day?
Oh, yeah.
That’s a Utopia.
Which, unfailingly, will turn into a dystopia.
Or so they say.
But I do think that being covered in poodles is one way to lessen the blow.
I mean, you’re covered in poodles for chrissake, smile!
I hope everyone had an amazing weekend.
We slobbed around and ate a lot and took an Autumn walk and drank a ton of tea.
Pretty nice, my friends.
Pretty nice, indeed.
Pumps: Ross :: Tights: Forever21 :: Skirt: AA :: Sweater: Forever21 :: Scarf: Thrifted
Is it Halloween yet?
Hey guess what?
I didn’t take any photos today. Schlubby, running late.
BUUUUT.
Look at what I just found.
{It’s pieces from the Zara kids lookbook}
Kinda makes me want to buy a kid.
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And with THAT friends, I bid you all the most kidnappingist, free-style rappingist, stranger’s ass slappingist*, dirty mud flappingist, cruelty-free mouse trappingist** weekends of your lives.
*Hollie, that was for you.
**Archives, that was for you.
It is a gorgeous day, friends.
A taste of the George Washington.
And I’m a bit of a happy pup today because this dress was a blind-buy at a thrift.
Meaning I didn’t try it on.
I can get away with not trying a lot of stuff on- but I’ve been burned too many times at the thrift.
A lot of vintage has some tailoring oddities that I will never be able to properly wrap my brain around.
For instance (it’s not an issue for me, but…) you can see in the third photo, there is a belt loop right under the bust. Like, right there. Bam.
And there is no way a belt could ever function there as an upstanding societal member. Or even function there as a belt. Even a non-functioning belt.
It would look horrible.
Who was this dress made for??
Other than the rogue belt loops, this dress could not fit any better.
Or be more comfortable.
And it’s just like a blank canvas- almost literally.
I cannot even fathom the endless possibilities this dress has to offer.
And it doesn’t smell like livestock!
A+
See that one little weird belt loop?
I’m fascinated.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!
Totally unrelated, but this guy and I happened upon the funniest 15 minutes of television in the history of television.
I know I seem to talk about television a lot.
Does that bother you?
It kind of bothers me.
Anyway, if you love laughing please let me recommend to you:
Check it out! With Dr. Steve Brule
(Christina, it looks like you can watch it for free online)
Oh my goodness, folks.
You will die.
Pumps: Thrifted :: Dress: Thrifted :: Belt: Thrifted :: Clutch: Thrifted
And tomorrow is Friday.
Let’s celebrate.
Hello and Happy Wednesday.
It’s been a while, hasn’t it?
Indeed, indeed.
I apologize.
Life can get a little crazy sometimes.
But I do return with fun things!
I swear!
So, go here and take a look at pages 83 and 84.
They’re like the last two pages in the magazine.
But it’s totally worth it.
I also have a gross secret.
I thrifted these trousers yesterday and was so excited to wear them that I didn’t wash them. I just wore them.
This morning, Duncan was all up in my business trying to sniff and lick them.
wtf?
Oh, they smell like the Stock Show.
The person who wore these must have had farm animals.
And tended to them day and night, day and night, day and night
in their khaki trousers.
How
sick.
Pumps: Ross :: 4H Trousers: Thrifted :: BLouse: Forever21 :: Silky belt: Thrifted
Also, I just wanted to thank Christina for posting about my Dad’s blog because it really is fucking awesome that he’s blogging and that we’re all a part of this bizarre mechanism.
And it’s also a very nice lead in to my second point, which is that my Dad’s lady, Hollie, has also started blogging again- and her blog is also amazing and hilarious and touching and sometimes there’s a unicorn.
So, that’s it my friends.
Go enjoy yourselves today.
Oops. I lied.
One more thing.
How wonderful is this guy?!
Le sigh.
Yow.
Miss Merl is having a giveaway.
A $100 giveaway.
Go enter it.
Now.
And by Fer Merl, I mean for me. Because this is a stipulation for entering the giveaway. If you know Merl’s stuff, you would post this shit everywhere, too. And Merl- I didn’t mean shit, as in this is shitty. I just meant it as in, “I’m so cool, I curse about cool things.”
HELLO!
Holy smokes- where did this week go????
I feel like I am still getting back in the Monday groove, but tomorrow will be Friday.
I can’t keep up.
I’m also ferociously struggling with my hair.
Cut it.
Don’t cut it.
Dye it.
Wig it.
Shave it.
Rip it out.
I don’t know. And after hearing your feedback, I am more reluctant to grow it out.
Am I just destined for short hair?
We shall see, we shall see.
But I do have some other news that I believe you already heard me talk about.
Making it… not news.
But, I am officially going to Beauty Bar tonight.
And I am officially probably going to chicken out and not introduce myself to Mondo.
And if this week is anything like last week,
I will officially be crying in public about television.
Pumps: Seychelles :: Trou: Thrifted :: Blouse: Thrifted :: Blazer: Thrifted
And a happy early Friday to you.
Amen.
Tuesday, Tuesday.
Hello, my friends!
How were those weekends of yours?
Mine was bliss.
Had an incredible dinner with friends and family on Friday.
Had friends over on Saturday before we went to see Muse.
{missed most of the show, but we still had a blast!}
Lounged on the couch Sunday to the tune of a Freaks and Geeks marathon on IFC.
A+
In unrelated news: I think I’m trying to officially grow my hair out.
I really, really love it short.
In fact, I have vowed to never grow it again.
But I’m borrrrrred.
And I’m not 100% sure if I’m ready to dye it.
There’s really no turning back once you do…
So, I don’t know.
Just thought I would share that.
I envy a ponytail these days.
Actually, I’m wearing a very small, very creepy George Washington ponytail today.
Thought I’d show you, but it really isn’t that attractive.
Maybe once it gets a little bigger.
Pumps: Coach :: Skirt: Thrifted :: Tee: Forever21 :: Watch: O Clock
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And I also have to say, that I was incredibly touched last week by Mondo.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, that’s totally fine. No worries.
But I do think I am going to go to Beauty Bar this Thursday for the viewing of Project Runway. He apparently hosts it each week, and last week was also a fundraiser for the AIDS Project.
I had no idea, or I would have gone.
If anyone happens to be local, let me know!
Let’s go!
Yessss!
