TRIPLE WHAMMY

top- mark.
skirt- vintage
loafers- Target

Cardigan- sears
Camisole- the limited via murfreesboro consignment store
Skirt- urban
Belt- thrift
Boots- estate sale after my previous exact pair saw their last day

Hay. Let me introduce my BFF/former roommate for 2.5 really fun years/P.I.C./only person who reads this blog/former fellow co-host of the most unprofessional radio show of all time/clothes soulmate, Christie. She is in med school in Johnson City TN, has a really fun Tumblr(don't know if she wants me to share the link or not), and is the mama of the tiniest, most adorable, sassiest black kitty in the world, Lil Bit. We took these pictures at the Hi-tone last night, where we took advantage of $1 pizza(sort of an unreal deal given that each slice is the size of a dinner plate) and an empty ping pong table. All I have to say about myself is that I was not kidding around when I said I like to dress up like a sailor, and TGIGAHS(thank god i'm getting a haircut Saturday). Also ignore the manic glint in my eyes there. It might just have been the pizza daze I was in. Or the world's strongest rum and Coke that caused me to say "OH INDEED" like Omar Little about 5 times, I'm sure very irritating-ly.
And just when you thought it was over...


cardigan- Old Navy
dress- vintage
boots- gift from Christie!
Isn't this print crazy?!? I can't really figure out who thought it would be a good idea. But when I saw it at a vintage booth at the Broad Ave. festival a few months ago I knew I couldn't resist. From afar it looks like a nice old minding-its-own-business floral, then up close....PLANES(in case you couldn't tell). I'm not sure if it's a failed attempt at some sort of political statement or just the product of a bored textile designer. Either way I kinda like it.

Roll Out

cardigan- Urban Outfitters
dress- vintage
belt- my mom's from college(I seem to have inherited the belts, nothing else)
heels- Modcloth
music- Lee Hazelwood & Nancy Sinatra- Some Velvet Morning

I felt like an absolute giant in these shoes today. It was an awesome feeling. Tall people must feel so powerful. It would be easy to abuse that, towering over the short and stout common folk.
Ok....I digress. Winter, you're killing me here. I don't own enough tights for this nonsense. Now you've got me showing my tight seams through open-toed shoes. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. But aren't these shoes fun? They have heels like a hardwood floor, and I believe Modcloth called them "Pumpkin Pie Heels", and you know how I'm a sucker for baked goods, now matter how flimsy the association.

Speaking of, I made a jelly roll last night. I have never made something with such a ridiculous series of steps. I felt like I was practicing some witches' spell. "Sprinkle a towel of a certain size with powdered sugar, immediately dump your 400-degree, 1/2 thick cake onto the towel, roll it up tightly and place on top of the cooling oven for 30 minutes, under the full moon whilst accompanied by a toad singing a lullaby." It turned out well though, and I thought it was adorable, even though Andy told me it looked like a raspberry jam burrito. It felt very British. Now I really want to make a Bakewell tart, if only I can find a recipe that doesn't give me the ingredient measurements in grams...

Hey, Cupcake!

jean jacket- Old Navy
shirt- American Eagle
skirt- Target
flats- Nine West
music- The Fall- The Classical

This skirt makes me feel like a billowing cloud of whipped cream on top of a pastry. Although it looks white here, it's actually an extremely pale shade of pink. That makes me think of baked goods. Because honestly, when am I not thinking of baked goods? I really like clothes and all that, but baking is what I enjoy the most. I'm attempting to keep embellishing my Sweet Tooth menu until it's ready for the public eye, and even though I haven't gotten any orders since the holidays I'm still confident that I can do this. Today I'm about to go make a jelly roll, which I've never tried before. I recently bought a jelly roll pan, which probably seems quite frivolous to people who don't spend every waking minute fantasizing about cake, but it's gotten to the point where I need one in my life. Plus it doubles as a cookie sheet. And feels charmingly old-fashioned.
The title of this post(also the title of a cookbook I do not own) made me think of the Fall song mentioned above and the line "hey there, fuckface"...and now it's stuck in my head. Not a tune to sing aloud while baking at my parents.

Black March

shirt- Target
skirt- vintage
tights- Target
boots- Macy's
music- X- Cyrano De Berger's Back
So today I learned a thing or two. Like: there is a reason I wear so much eyeliner. Cause I look like a MONSTER without it. So the great red lipstick/no other makeup experiment is going to go down as a failure, I'm afraid. And whenever I take these pictures outside I feel pale and lifeless and also hey, where my eyebrows at? Because inside they are threatening to take over my face but outside they are not visible. Ah well. The camera gives you neither truth nor lies!

This skirt is from Garbo's, one of Memphis's only remaining vintage stores. There are several different types of vintage stores. Some are full of over-priced polyester shit that is often costume-y and ill-fitting, and even if they're subtle and decently fitted are probably not worth $74. Others, like Garbo's, are like thrift stores, where the prices are pretty good but you are going to have to dig for an hour or so to unearth a treasure. Very few are like my favorite store in the universe, the Nitty Gritty in Louisville, which is fairly priced and magnificently edited. Don't even get me started there. Nevertheless, I occasionally give Garbo's a shot and find things like this skirt for $20. It sheds sequins and once got me sent home from work, but I'm still letting it reside in my closet despite these flaws.
I wanted the weather to make up its mind and it looks like it did...to be cold and rainy. Til it gets warm to stay I'm probably going to continue to dress like I'm in mourning. Although sequins...would definitely make for flashy funeral attire.

Trying

top- Sears(yeah, you read that right)
skirt- H&M
fishnets- ?
heels- Payless
music- Interpol- Obstacle 1

Hey reader(s?)! My computer and camera have both been wonky all week. I think the camera's all right now but my faithful computer, which I got in 2005 and has survived 4 1/2 years of college, countless weird social networking messages, a 70-lb dog slapping it when she wants attention, and being kicked off the bed about 100 times, is finally exhaling a death rattle as I type. For instance, I wanted to talk about how these shoes remind me of the fussy little booties the obese Louis XIV balances so precariously on in his royal portraits, but attempting to open 2 browsers at once(to image search) will actually shut down the entire computer. So I'm just posting to say I'm still here! Inwardly marvelling at the Wire every day(and my #1 Wire crush--who doesn't get enough airtime sadly) and baking and wearing okay clothes. Perhaps my half-assed smile and outfit here is not the best reassurance. But I'll try to be better this coming week.
Right now--gonna convince Andy he too is desperately craving Chinese Sub Shop.
EDIT: My legs look weirdly muscular here. That is a lie. I have about as much muscle as a goose being force-fed as it makes it way into becoming foie gras.