Technically, it’s Shirley’s bike. But still.
I felt really silly when taking this picture because my friend Alex told me to stick my chest out, but it paid off. Arch your backs, everyone. It makes a world of difference.
I’m wearing a pair of vanity glasses from Urban Outfitters, a thrifted silk top,and polka dot shorts and a camera necklace from Forever 21. I think it’s the bike that makes the outfit, though. What is about bikes that makes them seem so youthful and carefree? Perhaps it’s my flagrant disregard for safety as I refuse to don a helmet lest it mess up my hair.
Because I am vain and afraid of wrinkles and The American Cancer Society’s informational campaign has been very effective in scaring me about skin cancer, I wear sunscreen and very wide-brimmed hats to avoid excess sun exposure. This one is from Banana Republic. It goes with everything. I highly recommend the purchase of one like it.
The dress and belt are both thrifted and the lace-up sand-colored gladiators are from DSW. I realize that they’re not the same color as the sand I’m standing on in this picture, but I think sand is the best color descriptor for them since we’re not supposed to use nude to describe colors because it’s racist.
I adore this dress. It has drawings of girls in really cute outfits and then advice about what to bring on vacation, like “Don’t forget your swimsuit!” It would be really helpful to refer to the dress while packing, and then remember to pack the dress. Which I did.
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.
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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.
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.
A few weeks ago, it snowed and iced here. All of the residents of Dallas and the Super Bowl attendees were surprised and disappointed to discover that Jerry Jones cannot control the weather.
Since the roads were treacherous and undrivable (seriously, we are very ill-equipped for winter weather), I demanded that my parents drive me to a pretty park and take pictures of me. Because I’m a reasonable person.
I got this jacket from one of those thrift stores where you buy clothes by the pound. I’m pretty sure it’s meant for a boy’s Hell’s Angels Halloween costume. The skirt is from the dress I wore to my high school sophomore homecoming. It’s from a store called Whatchamacallit Fashions that specializes in special occasion wear and pageant dresses. My dress also came in a size appropriate for a contestant on Toddlers & Tiaras. Win.