Thursday, February 28, 2008

Sheer Ridiclousness, Code Name: Peds on the Head.

Yesterday it was really slow at work. Really slow, not just slow, but slow to a degree that I can't even comprehend because if I did, I would cease to exist. To combat the lethargy and insanity that comes with slow days in retail, my co-worker and I made things. She made a Hester Prynne doll (we had a red pen and she made it a Puritan looking hat. Clearly, this was the only option), I made a headband with a flower on it out of peds.

I'm mildly embarrassed to be posting a picture of me wearing peds in my hair but honestly, I kind of like it.

I'm not saying I'll wear it, it's made out of disposable pantyhose and staples for goodness sake, but I've never worn a headband over my hair this way and it's sort of nice. And, I don't know (STOP the coma abuse, self), I kind of like the color.

(Maybe I'm just deranged).

Impractical footwear.

I know, I know, could I look any unhappier? It's only partially intentional (mostly it's that I wasn't prepared for the timer, yet it was one of the better of the bunch this morning) due to the very sad burning of the last english muffin. A very small tragedy.

In any case, this is my first venture into the world of skirts-as-dresses. It's something I've avoided in the past, only because I've never wanted to be that girl out in the world who everyone knows is wearing a skirt as a dress. I wonder now why it matters at all, since the prospect of obviously wearing a skirt in a manner not usually seen seems very appealing at this moment, but it's much harder to be confident in this type of thing before one gets to campus.

The skirt was rescued from a bag of clothing going off to donation. I don't know why I threw it in there. I suppose because I bought it ages and ages ago at H&M (six years ago or so, which makes me feel positively ancient) and wore it to death for a few summers and then didn't know what to do with it. I suppose it took the machete of every blog, magazine, and runway everywhere announcing the love of floral-printed dresses smacking me in the side of the head to see the potential in the skirt.

(On the downside the belt is a little bit mangled since I used to wear it to keep my oddly-fitting pair of skinnies up, and I had to poke another hole in it this morning to get it to fit high enough on the waist, but other than that I feel rather good about this. It's a bit tight right now (I just scarfed down a bagel and orange juice) and it's much too cold out to be wearing flats today, but I cannot bring myself to wear boots again. )

This reminds me of a similar situation that happened only weeks ago. My dad loves ebay. I don't really hang about it myself, but if I see something I send it his way and he keeps an eye on it for me. Mom does the same, usually favoring silk scarves for pennies. My dad also has more clothes than my mother and me combined, but that is for another time, and also has a terrific penchant for boots. He ordered a pair of boots for my mother a year or so ago and they passed to me when they didn't fit her. They were glorious, only I did not see it, mid-calf boots reminiscent of cowboy boots but definitely not.

And I was an idiot and got rid of them. I don't know what possessed me. I think I was in a cleaning frenzy. It vexes me, deeply. I now can think of nothing but the outfits that they would have been perfect with. I must let it go.

Monday, February 25, 2008


I wrote most of this post before the Oscars, and now I feel a little miffed that I waited this long to put it up, since it seems red was The Color to be wearing. No matter! I'm not really one who cares too much what celebrities and co. wear to awards shows, but my two cents is: I think Helen Mirren and Anne Hathaway wore it best.

Red is an odd color for me. I avoid it, except in food and sometimes in decorating rooms and things, and only really wear it in small doses. I love red lipstick (MAC 'Russian Red' is my shade of choice) but don't wear it often because I have a problem with eating constantly that doesn't agree at all with dark lipsticks. And yet, I cannot escape red! Red, red, red. Little Red Riding Hood comes to mind of course (I wrote a fantastic paper on her last semester), along with all other iconic reds.

I suppose it's because I feel like red screams at me. Obviously there are loads of other loud colors, but red just assaults me when it's on my body, or that I too much realize (if not directly—note to self, stop using parenthesis—but subconsciously and all that) the connotations of wearing red. I mean, there it is, when someone wants to stand out, louder than all the rest. Besides all that red is never a color I've been drawn too. I recoil from it, personally, but can't help but be sort of fascinated by it on other people.


Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.

-'Child in Red', by Rainer Maria Rilke

More important than a red dress, to me, are shoes! I am biased, I know. I work in shoes, and I love shoes. I tend to dress from the shoes (or hosiery) up and have piles and piles of impractical shoes despite my terribly mistreated feet. Shockingly, I have only one pair of red shoes. I bought them on a whim, and have since learned how glorious they are. H&M has a pair of cotton red flats that I would love for spring (honestly, I need to stop thinking about it. We've got all kinds of insane weather coming) but sadly they only have a 5 and a 10 left.

Moira Shearer in The Red Shoes (1948)

She wore neither a train nor a golden crown, but beautiful red morocco shoes; they were indeed much finer than those which the shoemaker’s wife had sewn for little Karen. There is really nothing in the world that can be compared to red shoes!
-'The Red Shoes', Hans Christian Anderson

Monday, February 18, 2008

Little Darlin'

After all that complaining, today is a lovely day. It's rainy, this is true, but it isn't the dreadful slush and leftover snow that's been milling around the past few weeks so I am free to wear shoes that aren't completely protective against the elements.

Meet my new umbrella! I thought I lost my pink one and snagged this as a replacement. It is not the same, but he is a fine specimen of an umbrella really. Perhaps they will get married.

Today is just what I needed (obviously). Hopefully it will last me through the next few weeks of winter, since we always get one horrendous snow storm in March. In the meantime, today I am out gallivanting, with the promise of lunch and possibly a date to the movies later. Happy birthday, Presidents!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

All the months are cruel.

I'm definitely feeling the winter blues lately. I am too often foiled by the weather, as well as a general distaste for my entire wardrobe that always seems to hit around this time of year, and the prospect of walking miles and miles from the parking lot to campus is no help at all. Instead of wearing concoctions I love, I slog around in go-to outfits and things that are easy. I think part of the problem is I mentally dress for light, crisp weather found in autumn and spring (although the latter is often too wet for my tastes, much as I find puddles poetically appealing) rather than the frozen popsicle-stand climate I live in. I delude myself into thinking this is practical most of time. I've lately asked myself, asked garments rather, if I could wear it in warmer weather. Usually I picture myself in the heat of summer, sprawled out in my boyfriend's car wearing sunglasses and feeling horribly stifled, and try to see if I am wearing whatever dress or blouse. I am miserable in the extremes and funnily enough, take to the water. I've spent night after night these weeks lurking in hot tubs before bed to try and harness insane amounts of heat in my own body temperature. Maybe I've just got vampires trying to keep warm on the brain. In the summer I drift towards the pool, albeit doused in thick sunscreen and wearing all manner of sun-banning agents.

I tend to think I am dressing and compiling outfits in my head and in lists for a climate and world that doesn't exist. My imaginary, parallel universe self is quite thrilled with this. In the meantime, it's raining cats and dogs on my roof and I am wearing a five-dollar jewel-encrusted sweaterand enjoying braids before the elusive hair-chop commences.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

What is the word for the opposite of buyer's remorse?

Today my lovely Mr. took me for a spin around the mall before I trotted off to work and he off to class. I snagged a striped t-shirt of the sort I've been looking for, and got his opinion on motorcycle jacket ("It's really uh, 90s," said he. Hrmph). I also eyeballed these ugly ducklings in Forever21:

Forever21 24.80$

I don't know. I kind of want them. They're a liiiiiiiiittle higher than I wanted to go (the multiple Is are necessary because it's supposed to sound high-pitched), but the nefarious substance they are made of is really soft, so they doesn't squash my poor feet. The pump version of them is also adorable, but not so good for my toes, and I like the almost heinously-ugly quality these have.

Also, like everything else in life, they remind me of food, and that makes me happy.

(I think if they are there tomorrow I may purchase them. Hee!)

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Drifty thoughts.

It was way too cold today to be wearing this, but as it's one of my last days for a few without snow on the ground, I decided to risk it. I've been rather lazy and unimaginative lately with outfits. I really just can't be too bothered to think of new combinations and so I just throw on something that already exists. On the upside, having a catalogue of outfits I've worn does make this task easier, in a Clueless kind of way. At the moment I am sitting lazily watching movies while everything else gets coated in snow, much to my complaint.

I have saved trillions of pictures from this week, but as most of them have been covered by much clever bloggers, I'll just post a few from my saved randomly.

Anna Sui (I can almost never resist all black, especially with odd bits of lace and other wonderful assortments)

Lacoste (I had a bunch from this, my always lurking just below the surface school girl taking over, but I like this one particularly)

DKNY (Pants! I loved DKNY, although this seems to be a generally unpopular opinion)

Philosophy (I need some unabashed fairy-tale prettiness in my life. I want to mash my face into all kinds of velvet this time around)

Karen Walker (There was a lot I liked from this also. Probably because it all feels like something I would wear, or would strive to wear)

So that's that, she said!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Bookish: The Twenties

I know, I have been unaccountably absent. This is almost single handedly due to books. It's a nice feeling, to slip back into my oldest and perhaps most self-like role of reading books constantly at every single spare minute that there is in my day, ignoring school work for other stories and worlds. Lately it's been Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series, which I put off reading for ages though I've been hearing about it for ages and ages. I decided to pick it up at work last week and I'm head-over-heels in love. It is not without its flaws, but I cannot help but engross myself. I have a soft-spot for YA fiction, especially in a scifi/fantasy/vampiric sense.

Anyway, the point. The point is I have a few posts waiting in the wings, little things like thrift shoes and my meager little thoughts on this and that from Fashion Week, but I still have two papers to write today that have not been started, and so all those wonderful things will have to wait.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

It burns a hole in my pocket, so I have to buy a new pocket.

It is raining somewhat insanely (yet it's a warm 50 or so degrees out), thus proving my earlier statement that the weather is deeply bipolar these days. Sadly, this destroyed my planned outfit for the day. I suppose I could have made it work with a change of shoes, but honestly I am in no mood for the sequins I had planned today.

I find often that I wake up in the morning and haven't head nor foot for whatever I was planning on wearing that day. Today I threw on one of my favorite black mini dresses and a grey hoodie with bows all over it, tied my scarf in a gigantic black bow and threw on my wellies. I didn't really feel like wearing them today, but I am trying very hard not to scoff in the face of practicality.

Speaking of, I am poor! I spend oodles of money on food, which I know is the main problem, but I also have a shower-full of clothes. You wouldn't believe my shoe collection either (but! I protest. I work in a shoe store! It is necessary!). I've decided only to allow myself to buy one item of clothing a week. I don't know that I really buy more than that anyway, I tend to be very conscious of how much I'm buying, but eventually I hope to get it down to once every two weeks as a special treat when I get my paycheck.

Mostly, I just want to be more careful with what I am buying. In the past year my shopping habits have changed. I stopped stopping myself from buying things that I liked but that seemed as though I would never have an occasion to wear them. My new way of going about clothes is if you like it, buy it. Don't break the bank, this is all within reason of course, but if something makes you feel good and appeals to you despite what the rest of the world might think, go for it. I think now that I've gotten over the shock of just buying what I like, it's time to be more selective. This week I bought a TON of clothes, all on whims, and while many of them were adorable, I returned most of them. I am the bane of sales associates existence, as I have no qualms about returning things, but this week it really did get ridiculous. I figure by only allowing myself to buy one thing a week it gives me time to think about whether or not I really love it or not.

Just last night I popped into H&M on my break and saw a quaint little dress. It was lovely really, and would be nice with tights now or in the summer. The price wasn't too bad but I left it, and realized that I didn't really really love it as much as I thought I did.

Honestly though, I also know that if I just brought tea and snacks from home that would cut down on a lot of my spending.

It's not Starbucks! The campus just uses their cups, but the tea is some other brand!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Oh, how inexplicable we are on sunny days!

The weather lately has been deeply bipolar. This morning, as I was trying to take outfit pictures covertly before the strange men walking down the street came my way, I wanted nothing more than to roll around outside. This is Spring weather! It's going to be near 50 this week. Honestly! It's February, normally it's abysmally chilly and miserable out. I know it's only for a bit though. We always get an enormous blizzard in March. I bought a new pair of white sneakers today, and I am going to try my darn-dest not to wear them when it's wet out just yet.

I got this skirt ages ago. I love it, but it has always given me some trouble. I feel rather good in it though it is just a bit too snug at the waist for me to gorge myself on croissant sandwiches and fruit tartes, which is a great tragedy indeed. I am getting an unaccountable amount of wear out of this blouse.

In other, much more interesting and happy news, The Whimsical Nerd threw a lovely little award, and then in all the hustle and bustle of the beginning of the semester, I never did my part!

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