Vanity glasses are a very basic and essential tool in any accessories arsenal. I have 7 pairs. I’m letting myself believe that’s reasonable and not incredibly excessive.
I also believe in rocking pattern-on-pattern-on- pattern outfits. Especially when that pattern is polka dots. The top and shorts are from Forever 21 and the tights are from a tights store in Florence. Yes, tights stores exist and they are as magical as they sound. I spent a lot of money on tights when I was in Italy, but I just can’t resist hosiery.
How fabulous is this place? It’s in Athens, GA. It’s lime green and everything they serve is fried. I didn’t eat there, I just lingered outside awkwardly while Alex took my picture.
Also, if you’re not watching Portlandia, you should start. Immediately.
Yesterday I went to a DFW fashion blogger gathering at The Shops at Park Lane. It was awesome. That Whole Foods is off the hook. I kind of want to live there. Not in the apartments near there, literally in the Whole Foods.
Elissa & Cris
We played in Ulta and Nordstrom Rack and chowed down at Gordon Biersch and FreshBerry. Bailey’s Prime Plus is beautiful and apparently they have live music and dancing on the weekends! Returning there ASAP. The Aveda Institute took us on a tour and I cannot wait to get the pedicure I scheduled!
Juanette, Elissa again, & Ivonne
Julie, Tina, & Lindsay
I wore a tank top from h&m, a flower headband my mom gave me, vintage gloves, and a thrifted skirt over a crinoline. I try to avoid straying completely in to costume territory when wearing vintage by incorporating more modern elements, like this printed tank and chunky necklace I got from an adorable shop in Portland.
If you don’t have a crinoline, you may not know it yet, but you’re living an incomplete life. They’re ridiculously fun to wear and give vintage clothes amazing shape. I like to wear mine when I dance in front of the mirror in my bedroom. And also in public. They are surprisingly voluminous, so make sure you have the closet space. Or do what I do and stuff it in there and hope for the best.
I embraced my little monster status when I went to the Lady GaGa concert. This was a last-minute look pulled together from items in my closet. Because I already owned all of this. I can’t decide if that makes my wardrobe awesome or insane. Or both.
I actually have the same wig in blue. Believe it.
I bought the wig at a wig store in Asheville, NC. I walked in determined to buy a wig and walked out with this one. The shoes are from a company called Pleaser. Yeah, I know. They look like it too. And the shorts! I’m wearing them again. They’re surprisingly wearable for an item of clothing whose washing instructions say “DO NOT WASH. Wipe with damp rag.” Which is slightly unsettling and gross. Oh well.
When I visited my dear friend Alex at law school, she took me to a tapas restaurant called The National where I had the most delicious dessert of my entire life.
It doesn’t photograph that well, but it tastes AMAZING. It’s just a 1/4 of a fresh pineapple, lime sugar, cane syrup, and pomegranate. Alex and I ate it so fast that we almost ordered a second one. I now regret that we restrained ourselves.
Doesn’t she look prettyful? (I did her makeup. I love me some winged eyeliner.) After dinner she took me to a cocktail bar to have fancy drinks. Like this one:
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I love shoulder pads. They make your waist look tiny by making the rest of your upper half look like a linebacker. I picked this blazer up for cool $1 at Prestonwood Upscale Resale. I know, I’m a big spender.
This was my first time using my awesome tripod and self-timer to take photos. Try it if you ever want to feel really ridiculous.
The earrings are my mom’s from the 80s. The shoes I bought from a really classy store in the mall, I believe it’s called J’s Boutique, where they also sell a large variety of clear plastic footwear and even a shoe that allows for the insertion of dollar bills. Long story short, the shoes are very cute but almost unbearably uncomfortable. I will of course be wearing them again.
This sweater cracks me up. It’s an 80s punk sweater in the style of a 50s varsity sweater with a “Dear John” letter embroidered on the back. I mean, seriously? It’s awesome.
We took these outside of this coffee shop in Athens, GA:
Here’s a picture of me gazing contemplatively while drinking a latte:
I eBay-ed the sweater, the earrings are from Sam Moon, the jeans are from Gap, and my shoes are Toms. Because I enjoy wearing morally superior footwear that is also adorable.
I’m in love with these pleather hot-pants. You know those lists that magazines like to publish when they don’t really have enough content so they write the same tired story about “The New Basics” or “10 Weardrobe Essentials”? The lists that include things like trenchcoats, black pants, and white tees? These shorts should be on those lists.
My shorts, sunglasses, and shoes are all from Forever 21. I got the top at Urban Outfitters. I’m wearing it inside out. Because I’m cool like that. And also because it looks better this way.
A couple of weeks ago I got my makeup done at MAC and the makeup artist did this sick asymmetrical look on me:
If you truly want to give a makeup artisit free reign on your face (which I recommend- it’s fun!), you have to be very clear that you actually want them to go nuts. If you just say you want really dramatic makeup, all you’ll get is a dark smokey eye. To get my makeup artisit to do this to me I had to reassure her multiple times that I wanted to be covered in glitter and that my ultimate goal was to look like an alien.
Since I didn’t feel this was dramatic enough, I later paired it with a blue lip. I mean, makeup washes off. Why not have fun with it?
I wore this outfit when I went to visit my friend at law school. She dragged me to one of her classes and I thought that this outfit was appropriately academic. Because nothing says studious like shorts, tights, and boots.
This is her. She is rocking a leopard/plaid combo. Hard. She loves me. Evidence: Her affectionate gaze as captured by this photograph. And, as evidenced by my use of the word “evidence,” that one hour of law school totally rubbed off on me.
I got these adorable penguins at the Canton, TX First Monday Trade Days. If you ever get an opportunity to go, jump on it. It’s ridiculously large and you can find things that you never even knew you needed.
My jacket is thrifted from the boy’s section (I swear, some of my jackets are actually meant for women), my shorts are Top Shop, and the boots are from a tiny store in Lucca, Italy. I basically bought them so that I could have the following exchange:
Complimentary stranger: “Great boots!”
Me: “Thanks, I bought them in a medieval walled town in Italy.”
I try my best to be as obnoxious as possible.
This one’s for you, Ron.
Pancakes. Are. Delicious. There’s simply no arguing with that fact. These pancakes were so good they inspired me to write a haiku:
Pancakes are fluffy
and yummy and so tasty.
Add berries to them.
Alright, so maybe poetry isn’t my strong suit. But I do make one heck of a pancake.
Pancakes are surprisingly easy to make vegan; basically they’re just flour, water, soymilk (or whatever milk substitute you want to use), sugar, vegetable oil, and whatever goodies you want to toss in there. Here’s a more specific but still super-basic recipe.
Go make some now. You know you want to.