skid row bum style

Thursday

j wigs and the sag

My lovely friend Shelby got me a gorgeous sheer maxi with a built in slip while she was on vacation, it has the single most 70's print I've ever seen and it's beautiful and wonderful and how the hell did she know. It was more of a midi and awkward looking so it would clearly become a mini once I was done playing with the sheerness of it.

First I cut off the bottom half of the brown slip so that it looked like one of the half - sheer dresses you can buy at AA or Nasty Gal, but I wasn't in love because, well, the dress wasn't quite long enough. So I decided to have even more fun and cut off the front half of the sheer material. No one in my family approves of the peacock-esque feel to the dress, but I kind of dig it? I dunno, it definitely makes it more "dressy" but I'll probably end up cutting off the tail, but until then...

dress ; thrifted from some shop in idaho

shoes ; ebay, rocketdog

cross ; forever21

In addition to making great but slightly ridiculous dresses, my younger sister and I spent about an hour making hilarious but slightly offensive shirts. Tomorrow we're planning on begging our mom to let us buy them, wish us luck.

excuse much, rude or anything?

Lately I'm not sure I know what "girly" is. Or, rather, I think too broadly of the subject. Or is it just a subjective term? Is any genre of fashion truly objective? I think it's incredibly narrow-minded to assume that you can stick a name on an ensemble and only dress according to those pre-conceived, decided rules. Which is the beauty of fashion; the aesthetics and appeal are purely perceived by the wearer. I'll probably have changed my mind by tomorrow, but let's stick with this idea for now.

Personally, I fell like "girly" is the entire essence of all that is female, assuming the term is projected towards a woman. Girly is sexy is flashy is curvy is pink is black is floral is lace is naive yet completely seductive and revealing. Girly is reveling in all things feminine, whatever those things may be to you. This idea is mirrored in Versace's collections '99 - 2000-ish. Critics went on and on about how, well, those models look like hookers. That's the point. Sex sells. What's sexier than a woman? Whether it's aggressive or naive, girly is when you aren't ashamed of the things you were born with. Attitude, a body, a personality, an ideal, choices, a vagina, and boobs.

c r e d i t

canon ball blog, chloe sevigny, la ghash, both collages - refinery29, mine, modelinia, star media, dana, dana, emma bunton as baby spice, mine, petra, samwish, mine, youtheme, galliano rtw spring 2011

"The fact that anyone can be labeled a slut, at any time, with any level of sexual activity under their belt, and the fact that sluttiness is a moving target, makes it clear that slut-shaming isn’t just about controlling how much sex women have. If you can be called a slut without so much as kissing another person, then it stands to reason that your slut status must be based on something besides your level of sexual experience or activity. And often, it is. It’s based on what people assume about you just by looking at you - at your body, your clothes and the way you move through the world. Once you realize that, it becomes obvious that the slut label isn’t just about controlling how much sex women have: It’s about controlling how we dress, how we walk, how we talk, how we dance, how much we drink, who we talk to, how we feel about our own desires and so on and so on. And crossing the invisible, culturally-determined “slut line” in any of these arenas is enough to earn you a label that, no matter how much we denounce and detest it, no matter how well we understand its purpose and its perniciousness, somehow manages to seep into our brains and eat away at our certainty and self-assurance."

Wednesday

brown and black

A semi-productive outfit post as I ponder the meaning of "girly".

vest - thrifted ; dress - pacsun ; platforms - ebay

ALSO. Looking through Nice and Shiny's comments I found a chick doing a giveaway, upon signing up for it I found another girl doing another giveaway. While I feel like I'm whoring myself out for free stuff, both blogs were actually way groovy and have inspired some outfits for my busy week to come. The latter giveaway is for a dream catcher necklace which I may have to make myself if I don't win and also some ~~Lennon~~ Ozzy shades which are entirely kickass, I neeeed. If you happen to stumble along this post go check out the giveaway right this very second.

Sunday

don't call me little bastard, call me snake

I hate sewing. Like, I really, really hate it. And the feeling's mutual. I can't do it, I don't want to know how to do it, I give up with sewing. Unless. Unless it's a teensy weensy little bit of cakewalk sewing that will make a huuuuuge difference in whatever piece of clothing that unfortunately finds it way to my surgery table. My stitches are uneven, messy, and completely amateurish, but I'm sticking with the somewhat true idea that you can hardly even see it.

Anything that I can do myself that doesn't require sewing is something that I will absolutely put on my mental to-do list and luckily I've had enough time on my hands lately that I've finally been able to do it. Of course these things took about ten minutes each. As far as creativity goes, most of the things I've done are a replica or based on something I've seen someone else do, so I take zero credit for any of the general ideas. The things I'm showing in this particular post are based on something Kylie did on Nice and Shiny and something that Tavi sported on The Style Rookie. So, ladida here you go.

And my most recent/favorite DIY:

l a s h e s

Suckily enough, I didn't have fake flowers when I realized I wanted to do this so in a five second internal debate I decided to make one with real flowers from my yard because, I mean, it would totally suck, right? And I won't care when the flowers die by tomorrow morning, right? And I won't cry, right? Wrong.

Ah, well. Tomorrow I have a hard day of library-ing, mailing a shirt for this giveaway thing, and shopping for pale pink fake roses and other lovely flowers because I NEED MORE OF THESE. I think I'm actually going to enjoy the dead flower crown, though. What was also great, I put all of the extra flowers in a few empty, cylinder glasses that used to be candles. I'm ~hip~ and ~innovative~ that way. Hip in the smells-like-a-week-old-funeral kinda way. ~Hip~

smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your fault

(unrelated post title is unrelated)

Online shopping and thrifting are my two biggest sources for new clothes, jewelry, whatever. As far as online shopping goes, I'm all about ebay and etsy and right now I'm super into Paris Heroin Stars, a shop run by a lovely blogger named Daf. She makes her own jewelry and the cutest, creative rings ever and for quite cheap. I bought a black rosary from her and it's still my favorite piece of jewelry. Next on my list is to get a Fel Ring. Go there and love her.

In somewhat slight relation to thaaat, I'm on a real ring kick a la Phoebe Buffay (ah, the post title just became relative!). I've completely stopped wearing any bracelets and covered my fingers in unmatching, random, delicious rings so now I talk with my hands a lot and flutter them around unnecessarily because. I mean. Obviously.

Terrible quality is terrible, but can we talk about how much I'm in need of that daisy long sleeve up there? Guess I'll have to stick with channeling Phoebe solely by my use of accessories. So, keeping within the crappy quality theme...