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.