i smell sweat and new old clothes here

Today was a thrifting day. The thing is that I don't have a car (on account of i don't have a license (on account of i don't have a permit)). So we - my sister and I - walked all the way to Goodwill and the antique stores that have seemed to have flocked around it because thrift stores have to stick together, y'know?

Today was a hot day. Miserable. And I had decided to wear a jean vest and combat boots because I'm stupid. So. Whatever. Anyway, sweat-drenched, we scoured the assorted stores to check things off of  our respective premeditated "grocery lists". We both found exactly what we wanted, and here are mine.

These pants came off so 90's goth that I fell in love with them instantly, the fact that they were one dollar doesn't suck though. Looking past the grunge for a second - if I can even manage that - they truly are granny pants so it seemed only right that I wear genuine granny shoes straight from my grandmother's closet. Thanks, Grams.

 No one liked these boots. Everyone hates them. I love them. They're the perfect start to my hopefully soon to be extensive clunky black boot collection. Grunge go-go. Of course. Also this American flag bag is something that I've owned for awhile and recently rediscovered and I love it so there.

The white rosary I thrifted for way too much money which probably doesn't count as thrifting, it's the most expensive thing I've ever bought on a trip like this, so, big day. These Hamburglar shorts used to be Hamburglar pants with a matching shirt to make a Halloween costume, but I made it a DIY project because what else would I do all day? ALSO. This is my babies giving birth to each other shirt. Enjoy it.

bluegrassbooty. i mean. guys. bluegrassbooty.

So I guess all the cool kids use etsy these days? I use ebay when I pretend I have money. But there are times when ebay fails me and cannot procure such items as non-sexual garter belt or the perfect 90's grunge mini-dress. So then I try etsy and a week later I'm crying about how this mini-dress I bought isn't mini enough and am threatening to cut it because I'm a homicidal maniac and any reason to do a DIY project, I mean...

But this one etsy I so joyously stumbled upon is probably my favorite for this minute. Mostly because of these pair of black boots.

Buy them before I do, please! This shop is thankfully called bluegrassbooty. Apparently I'll only shop in your store if it has the best name in the world. Annnnyyywaaaaay. This store is very very 90's, not so much 90's grunge - sigh - but I'm a firm believer that anything - anything - can be made into 90's grunge if you just try. The prices aren't necessarily beautiful to your average thrifter, but the shoes and the MINI-BAGS are so adorable that a little bit of a splurge is in order. Good luck finding only one thing you want.

slap me with a splintered ruler

All the great fashion bloggers (is that an oxymoron? ha-ha funny riiiiight?) seem to have huge, elaborate, style palette-having inspirations for their outfits, rooms, personality, mermermer. This is so far from a critique it's not even funny. I wish I were so pop culturally informed that I could do that - but I can't. I have my rare moments where I decide I'm going to dress like Agent Scully but I don't think that necessarily counts? Maybe? No idea? Me either! And that's the problem.

The closest I've ever come to deciding a real, complex, premeditated foundation for an outfit is when I found myself wearing a shirt dress, turband, Ozzy shades (i feel like ozzy is under appreciated as everyone says lennon shades so), and combat boots whilst sporting unwashed hair and decided I was MK for the day. So.  I mean. You see?

No, I dress by genre. Any genre that gives an excuse for my crack whore chic attire amongst the uggs and jeans I'm generally surrounded by. "Your tights are ripped. Why not get new ones?" for example is both a civil complaint and stupid observation. "It's grunge." And, boom, you have a genre. Grunge is my most used and has become something of a catch phrase along with skid row bum style, but now I'm trying to bring a new one to light.

My younger sister Claire has shown herself on more than one occasion as being my style confirmationalist. (i'm pretty sure confirmationalist is not a word and could probably be simplified, but, i mean.) I go to her when I'm nervous that something doesn't go and usually she'll concur in that far-off, passive, get-out-of-my-room-i-really-don't-care-about-this voice. I hate when she concurs. So when she tells me that you can't put one print on top of a different print or that jacket is too boxy for that maxi dress, I tell her, "It's 90's." Really, it's more 90's grunge but I don't want to be redundant, so. It's 90's. Leopard print shoes with a bright red floral dress? 90's. Vintage 3-D glasses tucked into a button up plaid silk shirt? NINETIES. So, on with the best decade as far as fashion goes since the 1920's.

vest, dress, and shoes ; thrifted

belt ; target

dress, sunglasses, & knit jacket ; thrifted

leopard platforms & cross necklace ; forever 21

'white trash' shirt ; thrifted w/ diy logo

dress ; my grandmother's closet

cross necklace ; forever 21

sunglasses, dress, and vest ; thrifted

shoes ; ebay

black rosary ; etsy

'white trash' shirt that i wear too much ; thrifted w/ diy paint job

floral high-waisted midi ; thrifted

And now the 90's that doesn't live in my closet...

c r e d i t

buffy the vampire slayer, unknown, the crush, unknown,

isabelengland, galliano, kristin-eileen, tanktill, versace, sweetamphetamines, friends 

ALSO. I'm so much on the 90's kick that Alanis Morisette's Jagged Little Pill CD (i know, right. cd. what is a cd.) has been playing on repeat in my stereo all weekend and I'm not even a little bit done yet. I feel like playing Nintendo or watching Twin Peaks or writing on my walls or something.

you choke you learn

c r e d i t

unknown, neccoheart, londonoutfitted, " , neccoheart, " , croptopsandboys, ociseor,
lightingstrucktwice, aerosmith music vid, deerdoedeer, obsesse, thestylepages, precipe, the crush, precipe, mine

the truth is out there

I'd like to say that now that it's summer I have time to blog and watch things and be inspired and creative and lalala but being that I hadn't been to school for a month prior to summer vacation and nothing has changed, saying the former would be untrue. Deadly procrastination and commitment to other silly things makes me have zero motive to blog and watch things and lalala. See! I couldn't even repeat that sentence! Anyway. Now that I'm here I might as well ramble about things I enjoy.

What do I enjoy? I'm glad you asked. I enjoy clothes. And also movies. And not to mention mid to late 90s teen soaps and scifi series. On my summer to do list is to watch the entire The X Files series since it's on Netflix instant and I have no life. (think that's sad and dull you should see the rest of that list.) For the month that I wasn't in school I was watching that show religiously. It wasn't until the fourth season that I realized Agent Dana Scully's extensive attire of blazers and beautifully collared shirts were only exclusive to season one. So the show has been dubbed my background noise whilst doing DIY projects. But I've been dreaming about these collared shirts and since I literally only talk about them here I might as well keep it up.

Ugh that pinstripe up there makes me cry tears of fashion envy blood. What? And plaid matched with what I assume (hope) is a blue velvet blazer collar with a cream collared shirt and gold cross? You guys?? Why did this stop? Why.

Now that I'm positive that spunky bobbed redheads with one expression are the only ones who can pull this off I'm going to keep on cutting up my great grandmother's dresses and throwing grungey shirts over them. But more on that later.