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.



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.

it's a herman munster day

 I don't think anyone's smile can be as smiley as Fred Gwynne.

Remember when pony tails were in? Me neither! (haha oh my god gettit~) I'm actually wearing my hair in a pony tail more and more often lately, there's actually a lot you can do with them. I'm especially loving a flawless, pin-straight pony - obviously not like the one above - but I'm feelin' any version of this 'do these days.

Anyway, this is just a half-assed inspiration-ish outfit post because my dad saw my boots and began calling me Herman Munster for the whole day. Yeah. That was fun. So, not much blogging, although! I've been doing tiny DIY projects alllllll day so I'll probably be posting something about them tomorrow-ish. Until then.

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.