Monday, October 29, 2007

ella, ella, ella

I'm really sorry about the unoriginal title. It really did need to be done though.

I have always wanted a clear umbrella like this one, but mostly, how superb is this picture! It makes me feel as though I ought to have an umbrella to match every outfit.

I adore umbrellas. I doodle them a lot, usually with strange animals like snails (who don't need umbrellas) or mice (who I really hope have tiny mice-sized umbrellas in their tiny lives). The first umbrella I can remember owning had Catwoman on it. It was black and white with grey and yellow, and it was made out of some kind of shiny stretchy vinyl-esque substance. I remember loving it and using it all the time, even when it wasn't raining.

I also had a doll who had a parasol, and I felt that I needed one. I still do, but I don't know how much I would use it. With my complexion (read: clear) it would be handy, but I'm not sure I want to be that eccentric until I'm in my 70s.

Brollies Galore
I am really fond of the old-timey umbrellas like this one, with it's flowery print (I think I have bedsheets that match this), and even with the exchange rate the price isn't too bad.

Brollies Galore
The cutest thing ever. I love impractical, yet somehow novel, ideas.

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Famous umbrellas:

The Penguin
I know he is a villain, but he had some seriously badass umbrellas. I am also very fond of the idea as umbrellas for transport, which leads me to:

Mary Poppins
Who I must admit, I've never liked much. I think it's that practically perfect in every way thing, although I do like her hat.

The Avengers: Steed
Gratuitous Feinnes posting Honestly, I chose the 1998 version because it's prettier. A man without an umbrella is a fool.

Has a pink umbrella. So do I:

My umbrella. From H&M, unabashedly girly. H&M has some nice, cheap, strange umbrellas. The other day I noticed some simple ones at the register, and might invest in a black one edged with lace to indulge my inner Gothic Lolita.

"Brahms, for all his grumbling and grizzling, had never guessed what it felt like to be suspected of stealing an umbrella. For this fool of a young man thought that she and Helen and Tibby had been playing the confidence trick on him, and that if he gave his address they would break into his rooms some midnight or other and steal his walkingstick too."
E.M. Forster, Howards End

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Too Many Hyphens.

With the recent resurgence of stockings, tights, and all manner of hosiery there has been a slow ripple of mentions of the American Apparel two-tone tights that are coming out. These type of things have always been find-able at places like and at other speciality type places but I have to admit that I hadn't thought of wearing them until AA's leggy promo pics sprouted.

At the moment I am picturing them with my New-Winter-Coat-That-I-Have-Not-Bought-Yet-But-I-Tried-It-On-Today-And-Am-In-Love (too many hyphens!) and a sweet little hat and boots or flats, very toned down and preciously quaint and whimsical, before confronted with one of my many worries: Can my little Upstate city handle this?

Lately, I have been ignoring this question in favor of feeling somewhat fashionably-capable but no matter what I can't say it's terribly fun to feel like some kind of alien invader because of wild or outlandish garb. I know that I ought not to care what the identical Ugg wearing, buttocks emblazoned with phrases sweatpants, Abercrombie cologne inhaling snobs think about what I'm wearing but middle school insecurities have an ugly way of resurfacing.

It just seems that lately I have been hearing a lot of “It's great but who can wear that here? In New York or somewhere but not here!” and it's very disheartening. I already feel as though I am missing out on all sorts of fashions and would-be outfits because of our meager retail offerings and the general sweatpants and ill-fitting jeans mindset. What's a girl to do?

American Apparel


I think I shall buy and wear them anyway, and snubs to the rest!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Surprise of the Moment.

Maybe it's because I walk past the blindingly white and florescent storefront on my way to work (although when a customer left a catalog behind a few weeks ago I was rather taken with those images as well) but I really like Coach's ads this year. In general I'm not a fan of the brand, I think most of the typical Coach bags are heinous looking and deeply boring (although the Legacy collection is certainly much nicer than the usual) but I am really liking the bright tights and blocky color dresses in the ads.

(I know, lousy cropping job. Give me leeway,I beg your pardon! I am composing a presentation for class tomorrow as well as this post.)

I mean, I know that bright tights are all the rage these days, which is a bit of a disappointment for someone who's always been their advocate, but I really am quite taken with these ads. They're not quite fruity, although still wonderfully colorful and I am suddenly struck with the desire to have a thick wool dress that looks like a blanket.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

The Glorious Majesty of Denmark.

My outfit from Thursday, which was oddly fitting for Shakespeare class as it was our first day reading Hamlet. I ended up wearing flats instead, because I am suddenly deeply afraid of damaging my feet. Unfortunate, as I have many many shoes, but my feet have already been somewhat inclined to shoe-damage since I was a child, and I don't want to end up with a terrible bunionectomy, so I will invest in lots of glorious flats to avoid this fate.

Confectionary Causes.


Mrs. London's
Fortnum & Mason



Cupcake Dolls! (Sometimes I swear I can still smell these when I'm out in the world somewhere.)

Lately, I have felt need to become some kind of confection. I would much like to have all sorts of pale, delicate, frothy costumes full of glitter and lace and breathy-light colors. I don't know that it's a particular aesthetic that I can carry off but occasionally I need to engulf myself in things so deliciously and sickeningly girly that I can hardly function. I do think that it becomes more bearable for extended amounts of time when a touch of the gothic or debauched is thrown in there, but at the moment I have not reached that stage. (I confess: I have a soft spot for lolcats.)

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Hello, knees.

Despite my admittance on a love of knee socks only a few posts down, I have to admit that wearing them with anything other than my old uniforms has been a challenge. I've been able to trot proudly out of the house in over-the-knees with nary a second thought, but something about actual knee socks frightens me. I suppose it is the rest of the knee showing, and it somehow feels much more like a costume to me.

I did end up changing into yellow flats, and then when I discovered a grey sequined pair in my car (those lurkers!) I switched again.

The Striped Shirt

Michelle Phillips

Lindsay Lohan

Michael Kors

Marc Jacobs

Via Face Hunter

I have no idea.

For a while now, I have been on the search for the perfect striped shirt. I have a blue and white one from gap that I bought ages ago but, as with most shirts from gap, the sleeves are rather too short and drive me into madness with constant pushing up.

I have a special fondness for striped shirts. They are, all at once, reminiscent of the early Hot Topic days of 14 (Beetlegeuse anyone? I distinctly remember buying a turtleneck because of it's Tim Burton-esque appeal)and the sharp neatness of nautical paraphernalia. At the moment there seems to be a shortage of perfect striped shirts, but I will continue my most noble hunt, unabated!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Kitten With a Whip

Style-wise, this has been a particularly rough week for me. Starting with a skin tragedy (Note to self: Do not switch moisturizers, no matter how good an idea it seems to be) and moving into frantic midterm territory, I find my outfits are deeply important to my ability to function at all. Most people who know me at least a little bit know when I'm having a bad day—I wear jeans—but this week there has been no other solution but to abandon thoughts of obnoxious color combinations and attempts at stellar wardrobe concoctions and settle into whatever makes me feel good. I wore the above outfit two days in a row (because it is black and thus I can wear it to work, where a lovely gay man who does drag shows used the title of this entry to describe me in my outfit. I feel the day was a success), and have decided that this is an offense I will not apologize for, as it combines a few of the tidbits I find necessary to make me feel like a functioning human being:

1.)A dress. Dresses are, quite honestly, easy to be cute in. I will never feel so good in jeans or trousers as I will in a dress or skirt.
2.)Thrilling hosiery. I have a ridiculous collection of tights, and would sleep in them if I did not feel like the weirdest weirdo.

So that is only two, but they are my favorites. I blame both of them on the various Catholic school uniforms, which I freely admit I miss dearly, that I wore for more than half of my time on Earth. Though in elementary and middle school girls were permitted to wear uniform pants or skirts, no one every really did. I hated the pants* with a vengeance and usually wore a plaid jumper instead. We graduated to plaid, pleated kilts in middle school. High school was a new thing entirely because we wore polo shirts and had two different uniforms: a spring and winter uniform. Anyway, I think this is where my love for skirts and dresses came from.

Second, knee socks and stockings. Most of the time, I wore knee socks. Dark blue or black ones in middle school and below, and mostly white ones in high school (although in the winter dark blue got tossedin there). I love knee socks. I still have most of them, and I admit: I wear them**. Knee socks are the shizz. I also wore stockings a lot, though the cable knit ones were always a problem when I was little. They never stayed up, and since then I have mostly rejected them but perhaps I will once again wander into the world of cable knit. Either way, I blame my years in uniform for 90% of what I wear now.

*I hated most pants. I really hated jeans especially. From the age of 5 to about 14 I was all elbows and knees and nothing fit me right. I have a distinct memory of squirming and feeling dreadful at the thought of having to put on jeans, because I hated the way they felt at my waist.
**I did used to wear these to bed. Not so much anymore, unless I was wearing them in the first place.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

The Beginning.

So, let's be honest: I've been wondering and wondering and wondering for months what an appropriate topic for a premiere blog post ought to be. I wrote up a few, detailing where it is I think my own developing style comes from (uniforms at Catholic school), deep-felt lamentations at the state of the typical collegiate fashion choices (you have 'juicy' written on your butt, I am aghast), and various other self-conscious type musings.

Steadily, the days went on and my little place-holder of a blog went empty until even the crickets deserted it, and suddenly I realized that now would be the perfect time. I'm going to have to get over this awkward growing-up phase of this thing and there is no better way of doing it than jumping right in. I think it's the weather that has prompted me to do so; it would be a shame to miss out on the gorgeously famed autumn months of the Upstate area.
I am an ambitious little snot, and I have plans for this little ego-centric blog! I suppose some planning on what it ought to be would have been nice, but I've decided I am too eager, and also of the mindset that the best way to go about this sort of thing is to post in it and see what seems to work and what doesn't.

Anyway, I suppose I might as well make some sort of 'about me,' and because it makes me generally uncomfortable, I will keep it short: I am a twenty-something college student dressing on a budget, working at a shoe store, and reading a whole lot of books. I look (and dress) like so:

(The end!)