Saturday, May 31, 2008

I Dream of Bows in My Hair.

A few days ago I had a, somewhat nondescript but enjoyable nonetheless, silly dream. Naturally, as dreams tend to be, it was ridiculous and involved something resembling a graduation or equally dramatic event at my campus (I was not graduating from anything, but my entire family was there and it was all very strange and eventually morphed into something too strange to even try to describe, as my dreams often are). The best thing about this dream was what I was wearing. I can't remember the dress, I don't think it was terribly spectacular, but I had some accessories which fill me with saddness at their non-existence in my real life.

Before I describe them in all their wondrousness, I must lament the fact that I don't often wear fantastic things in my dreams. I hardly ever remember what I was wearing, probably because things are so strange to begin with, and when I do it's something so divine that I wake up to bitter disappointment at not owning those things. I once had a dream that I hit the most amazing jackpot thrifting ever. I cannot begin to describe the thrift-euphoria I felt. Everything I had ever thought and wished of finding was there, in lovely condition, and for pennies pennies pennies! I had bags and armloads of taffeta things and slips and fluffy petticoats and vintage dresses that made my want to cry all over them.

Then I woke up, and for those few moments while I surfaced from my downy pillows and floral sheets, it was all real and had happened just the day before. Except that it wasn't, and it was a miserable sad feeling. Sort of like when you have dreams about people that you don't know, characters sort of, they don't exist anywhere else, and you are so close and they are your bosom-buddies and paramours and soul-mates and then you wake up and no matter how hard you try, you are prevented not only form returning to them, but also form remembering them at all and their details slip away and I always, always feel so guilty for not remembering them or their names. That's what that dream was like.

Anyway, this dream was not quite as heartbreaking. I was wearing a gigantic bow on my head. The sort I can't seem to help doodling all the time. I moved it around a few times, and eventually I situated it sort of to the side on the left side of my head, I think, and it was fabulously ridiculous. First of all, it was huge. It was bigger than my head and it was made of tulle. Purple, blue, and I think green tulle all somehow sculpted into this gigantic sheer bow I was wearing on my head. It was wonderful, and sort of reminded me of Howard Pyle's 'The Mermaid' in its coloring:

I love tulle bows. When I was little my mom used to make these hair thingies she called frou-frous, which were just tulle made into flowers with glitter paint on the edges and attached to a hair elastic. I loved them. A few seasons ago I attempted to replicate the black sheer bows from Chanel with slick ponytails:

Which did not work out so well because the materials I used were not heavy enough to fall correctly. Thankfully, I have the Spring 2008 Louis Vuitton to stare at and emulate:

My bow resembled these two most, although it was slightly more formed and slid jauntily to the side. I love it to death and the fact that I can create makes it eve better. I think, in my dream, it was also raining so the picture was made even more ridiculous with some kind of umbrella. It was an excellent dream.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Things of Happiness: Patrick Wolf.

I've been collecting Things of Happiness ideas on my insane stickies application (they're there...somewhere) when one strikes me, so I may use it at a later date when the time seems right. Patrick Wolf has been on there for some time, and in such a difficult week as this (for no apparent reason is it difficult besides my inability to dress myself) I couldn't possibly dream of a better Thing.

I've been listening for about two years, although I initially rejected the notion because I'm a huge brat (I also refused to read Harry Potter and now I go to events in costume. I'm kind of an idiot like that). I have yet to be sick of any of his songs, albums, anything and after two years of listening almost daily that's something. It's all magical poetry and stories and noises that make my brain tingle with creative happiness.

I'm basically obsessed. Style-wise, it's all just about perfect. I didn't pick any, but a simple search on flickr garners tons of show-pictures illustrating this. Perhaps my favorite pictorial representations are found here, created by Caitlin Shearer (name twins! Almost).

Patrick Wolf Set on Flickr

I love all of her art to pieces, the world and people she creates are just fantastic and tragic and beautiful beyond by ability to articulate. I'm kind of a big secret fan. She also has an Etsy shop here, from which I mean to order something as soon as I am not the poorest little pauper in the world.

But, back to the Thing of Happiness. It's music an aesthetics and wonderful things that I love. For the record, my favorite song is, I think, Augustine. Both because it's pretty and all that, and also because it's my grandmother's name and I am constantly grasping at strings to connect to other things.

The Forbidden Mountains Thundered with her Wrath and Frustration.

I sort of can't deal with this week (although I clearly love vague statements like that one: I kind of love you, that sort of thing). I hate all my outfits and none of my clothes are (wait for it! here comes a hilarious moment) speaking to me. Part of it I think is that I just have to go to work later anyway, so normally I'd spend the day wrapped in a towel before it's time to go to work.

However, my hair is all cooperative and lovely, and I love my necklace today. I bought it ages ago and haven't worn it nearly as much as I had planned. My skin is cooperating, the weather is not too bad, and I have supplies to make myself a delicious lunch.

(Also! Congratulations to Casey at Casey's Musings on her engagement!)

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

When the Personal Style Vein Wobbles.

I am all kind of out-of-sorts today. Normally when I open the store I don't get out until 3 or 4, and so I end up lazing around for the rest of the day in strange remnants of whatever it was I wore to work (tights with a t-shirt thrown on, black dress with a ridiculous bun), but today I was set loose at 1 o'clock.

I'm normally relatively fussy with my outfits. I am all about the preciously quaint and whimsical. I imagine when I'm getting dressed as being like the scene during the opening credits of The Secret Garden (my all-time favorite movie ever), only I can dress myself, when Mary is being buttoned into all sorts of frivolous under-things. Today though, I came home and played around with several new articles of clothing. The above dress is H&M, one I always eyeballed but never bought, that was on sale for an embarrassingly low price. I have one other denim dress that I love to pieces so this seemed a perfect twin. Maybe because nothing spung to mind when I first bought it, I didn't know what to wear it with. I bought a pack of these socks ages ago, and they work alright with it, but I don't feel my usual undercurrent of confidence I usually look for in outfits. I also can't wear these shoes for more than a few minutes unless I'm sitting. Oh, how I miss heels!

Next, this skirt. I am all sorts of in love with the flowers on it, although you can't really see them because I am a terrible brat and lost the light, and while my initial reaction was to wear it with a frilly blouse. I rethought. The skirt is one of those obvious runway-inspired bits from Forever21, and I do have a Batman shirt, that it's such a shame not to milk it for all it's worth. Not sure how I feel about it. Definitely not myself. I tried it with the above ankle-socks but it was just too-too for me. Perhaps I will try it with a frilly blouse and the vest.

The thing is, today I am unsure of my clothing-self. It's a dreadful feeling, like being sort of off-kilter. I suppose, like any other off thing or day really, this is the problem when one depends so greatly on clothes to set the tone.

Now to decide which outfit is good for getting ice-cream.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Summer is Creeping in, that Creep!

It's not too bad now, the sun is behind clouds and I've flung open my windows and dragged out the fan, but it's officially hot out. I spent the first of many days lazing around, taking a late shower, sitting around in my bathing suit but not going outside. I live in the attic, so I only have a few more weeks before it becomes unbearable up here and I have to retreat downstairs, only coming up to grab outfits or toothbrushes.

This is the first in many years that I am wearing shorts! I bought these also at J. Crew (after these and their lovely print I wanted more! Although these are longer) but this time, not stockings! I've been fooling people for weeks to get away with wearing them by slipping on the sheerest of stockings except with longer dresses. It's sort of exhilarating! Let's hope no crazy men in grocery store parking lots ask me if I'm an Albino and tell me that I need a tan.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Admiration on the Street.

I am in love with this girl on Face Hunter today:

It's all so cool, prim, and perfect. A Lolita School Teacher, or something, with a parasol and the face of a vintage Barbie--I don't mean that in a bad way either. I think Kate Beckinsale also looks like a Barbie, and I mean it in the good, vintage way instead of the anatomically insane and vapid sort of sense.

There is so much perfection in her outfit, and demeanor, that I almost can't stand it!

Saturday, May 24, 2008

The Palest Legs in All the Land.

These are the two most recent scarves I've acquired, and somehow I feel that they ought to stick together as roses and butterflies should! The slip is also new, and I am so deeply in love with it. The lace on the bottom is much more decadent than any of my others to-date, although the length does not exactly match up too well with most of my dresses and skirts. I don't terribly care, that is what wind is for.

I've also debated on the dress for weeks, but it was on sale for rather inexpensive and it's nice. I really like the shape and it's very comfortable so I am looking forward to wearing it during summer days.

I've been meaning to check out the Marc Jacobs Splash scents, but I'm often chased away from Sephora's jarring lighting. Today I ran into them at a perfume counter, and sprayed a bit of my cardigan with 'Pear,' as it was one I had smelled briefly and rather liked (Grapefruit was nice, if a bit sweet, and I didn't particularly care for Basil, much as I like its pale green color).

Marc Jacobs Splash- Pear

I am quite taken with it, and it comes in a very large spray thingy (articulate today, I see) which costs less than my regular perfume. I am very tempted to throw all money to the wind and buy all three just so I can have them sitting on my table like little liquid pillars of nectar.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Hot Pennies, Burning Holes in Pockets.

This is an example of an Everything Was on Sale outfit:
Turtleneck: Express, bin sale, 5.60$.
Dress: Target, on sale twice over, 8.99$
Tights: Nine West, 1.99$
Shoes: Journey's, 9.99$
Flower Pins: Gap, .97$
Necklace: Garage sale, 3$

It's not as cheap as some thrift finds, but, I don't know, I think it's an example of the kind of digging and gambling on waiting to buy from my post a few days ago. I also ended up losing the turtleneck, as the weather warmed up and stopped raining, and throwing my usual H&M biker jacket over it all, which I think is a look I rather like more anyway.

(Winds are at about four-thousand miles an hour today.)

This dress is a miraculous find. I think someone tried to wash it at some point, and the crepe (mmm, delicious) shrank. This results in the strange ruffled effect at the hem, which I rather like, and a bit odd bunching at the neckline (it's sheer with a nude-colored cotton underneath, which did not shrink) that isn't really noticeable except when it gets uneven. It is also missing a belt and I only just noticed a tiny pull in one of the seams under the bust, but all this is overlooked because the skirt is so lovely, and it fits wonderfully. It's machine-sewn, but it has a tag inside that it was custom-made for someone. It was also twenty-five cents, which makes me love my local thrift shop even more.

Tomorrow it is supposed to be nice out, and so I plan to wear an outfit I've been saving for such a day. I think I may go to the library or the museum and take some furtive pictures!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Things of Happiness: Gone to Seed Dandelions.

“I decided to busy myself with our unkempt lawn. Une petite attention. It was crowded with dandelions [...] Most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons(Lolita, 73).

At the moment they are all being pummeled into disintegration by the torrential downpour that has, once again, graced us with its presence. Only a few days ago I was driving around, I can't remember if I was by myself or sitting quietly (as I rarely do) while my boyfriend drove us to Target for the 50th time, and even then maybe I was walking back from the thrift shop and I saw a field of dandelions gone to seed. It's a very snap-shotish memory in any case. The house, or field, owners clearly weren't around to see to their lawn as it had overgrown to epic proportions, past the point where it's really unsightly, and gone right into soft long bits of grass that would be good for sitting in the middle of and being summery (except for ticks and other unsavory creatures).

1. Untitled, 2. White and Fluffy, 3. colors of spring, 4. Secret Life of Dandelion, 5. Dandelion, 6. morphology II

The really great thing was that all the dandelions had gone to seed, so not only were there thousands of fluffly little orbs hovering over the grass, and the stems were long and willowy and above everything else. It was quite a sight, and I wish I had thought to take pictures of it, but whatever I was doing I was in a rush to get somewhere else, and so the image is only be stamped on my brain. It was really gorgeous and wonderful.

Dandelions gone to seed are basically the greatest thing ever. I know they are the bane of other's existence, since they're fluffy little pilots are constantly released and embedded in grounds where they can sprout the little yellow weeds (which I also rather like when they're in huge numbers like in those weird stretches of highway dividers, the look like baby ducks), but I like them. I love kicking the (unnecessary juvenile violence) tops and sending the little things flying, and of course there is the much more lady-like way of picking them and blowing the seeds off like little parachuters.

When my cat showed up I tried to name her Dandelion, since she looks like one gone to seed, but like all the other names we tried to hoist on her it didn't stick (for those curious, she doesn't have name) but she still looks like one. Dressing like a dandelion includes more of the same of my current goal aesthetic: white dresses and skirts, things that are sheer and floaty, perhaps with black shoes and socks and things. Probably something like the little ones that fly around and look like little people with giant white dresses in Fantasia (even though they're not dandelions, but still, it's inspired!) using this dress because I can't stop wearing it.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Maddening Methods.

Today I spent another long, long day indoors at work, wearing black and talking about shoes. I've never been so sick of black in my life, and honestly those are words I also never thought I'd hear myself say (in my head).

But besides my own silly little woes, I got to thinking. I've noticed that a lot of women who come into our store, especially around this time of year or at the beginning of the weekend, buy entire outfits in one day. This is a foreign concept to me, although I suspect I might be in the minority. I suppose this depends and has to do with a lot of things, shopping habits in general, financial situation, personal style or lack-thereof, the kinds of activities one participates in, all that kind of stuff. It's the kind of thing, I guess, that the make-over-ers are always talking about on their TV shows, to shop for outfits (while making sure the pieces themselves integrate into the rest of one's wardrobe).

I suppose also, it is my natural habit as a pack-rat and collector to just accumulate things as I see them rather than purchase with a plan. For vintage shoppers it's obvious that one has to 'go with the flow' but even then just a few weeks ago a woman trotted into my store with a delicious vintage dress she needed to buy shoes and a bag for. Once again, I am troubled by this idea of buying an outfit.

Maybe I just have too much stuff. I've certainly been lured into romance of the woman, who is usually French, who has fabulous and basic wardrobe items that are chic and perfect and all that, but it has never been something that is able to woo me into applying it to my own life. Maybe I'm too much of a materialist; I like stuff. I like clutter and things like nesting dolls where something is filled with more somethings filled with even more somethings. Clutter, says the pack-rat in a voice of practiced justification, is not mess or dirty.

Back to my shopping habits. They're strange, constant, erratic, and nomadic. I've always shopped second-hand since a kid, and that's definitely where penchants for things that catch my eye but aren't practical latched on (this is a trait I tried to quash when I hit about 14, and have only recently revived). As a student this is very helpful, since I can get the feeling of having something new for, if I'm lucky, pennies. Second, not to toot my own horn, but I'm a pretty good bargain shopper. It helps that I'm in the mall often—I work there-- and so I can keep and eye on things fairly easily (my campus is also minutes away from the mall) and note when the prices drop. My favorites are, shockingly I think, J. Crew and Gap. For a crummy mall, our J. Crew is very nice. I think I might drive the sales people there crazy since I stop in almost every day and only ever buy those items which are deeply on sale.

This skirt for example, was 7$ at J. Crew. The shorts, and a similar pair purchased yesterday with another crazy pattern, were about 8$. I bought my boyfriend a wool cardigan with leather elbow patches for about 27$, along with countless dresses for around 19.99$ (before my favorite 25% off sale promo, plus 10% student discount). My favorite cardigan from Gap was on sale for 12$, and most of my flats bought there set me back about 10$ each, while blouses tend to be about 8$ although if I really like it I'll go as much as 14$. Generally, I hate spending more than 20$ on clothes and shoes. I know this is very cheap of me, but seeing as I don't live in a city with fantastic transportation, my boyfriend lives 45 minutes away, and gas prices are soaring to a heartbreaking degree, I can't afford to spend much more on anything. Although I probably should lay off the pastries for my health's sake. Unlike the women in my store, I can't afford to drop 80$ on shoes to match the dress I just bought at Banana Republic for 128$ (not that these numbers are exorbitant by any means for a fashion world, but you know. I'm a gas-paying, cake-eating, retail-slave with student loans) and a bag for 40$ all in one day, not to mention jewelry. Even for special occasions I don't go out on a shopping trip, since I usually already having something in my closet.

I suppose what I mean by all of this is, what are your shopping habits? When do decide to 'go shopping' do you set out with certain things to buy in mind? Do you build outfits form a key piece when purchasing? My habit seems to be very willy-nilly, just grabbing whatever catches my eye and hoping it fits in somewhere. Usually it does, but I'm curious about everyone else! I think it's interesting, what our shopping habits might say or not say about us. Because, for example, my grocery shopping habits are nothing like this, they are methodical and involve plans.

Personalized clutter. I keep my jewelry scattered in tons of boxes and bowls all over the place.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Reversal of Seasons.

I find I am quite lazy these days. I attribute this to the end of classes, the lingering feeling that there is something that needs attention, that a critical essay must be read, but there is nothing! The weather lately has fallen into something chilly, not at all like the funny summer-weather days that previewed weeks ago, like a kind of false-fall. It makes me want things that are dark, veiled, covered things, inky-blotty colors and runny edges.

I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high -- higher than most --
And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone --
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among.

I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do -- and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!

She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled -- there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.

She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.

And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused -- then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.

The Little Ghost, Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am also unaccountably craving experiments in lingerie. I feel like that is a terribly subversive sentence, full of all sorts of vaguely debauched sentiments, only not really. I've never been terribly interested in lingerie, especially as it applies to outerwear but all of the sudden I am all about it. Last week I found a pile of ebay auctions of 1930s underthings in peachy colors with all kinds of pretty lace and funny straps and snaps and things. I've lost the link, although I know it is here somewhere, and I suddenly want piles of delicate things to wear in sweaty summer situations.

(This, clearly, has nothing to do with anything in this post, aside from the fact that it's terribly enjoyable).

Friday, May 16, 2008

Feather-bed, minus bed, plus brained.

Today I was trapped at work all day, and after a few hours I needed a walk around. Though I'm trying very hard not to spend, I've been buying much more second-hand lately ( I swear, the finds are getting better!) if anything, a little thing here and there isn't too bad*.

So, I trotted down to H&M. I love their funny little sale section because things I never would have looked at are fifty-cents or so. Today I purchased a strange bracelet, and my favorite, very odd hair clips:


I love them! I'm not sure how to wear them, they're strange and lovely. They remind me simultaneously of a bird/alien and something from the hats in Singin' in the Rain. I feel sort of like I have pretty antenna.

*Even though I seem to have no problem forking over my monies for snacks. Chocolate bars and fruit tarts are worth it!
** Look! A grin! This is rare.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Skirts and Shirts.

Classes are over! Exams are over! I can't shake the feeling that I need to be doing something, reading some critical article, but I don't!

That said, I can't be bothered with anything fussy today, but I'm also not in the mood for jeans. Today it's just throw on a skirt and a shirt with some easy shoes and keep the fuss to a minimum.

I've changed about 12 times already today, was settled on the second outfit (it's softer) and then changed back into the first (after trying about a million other ones). It's cloudy and sad, so let's relax!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Things of Happiness: Dolls.

A few weeks ago my boyfriend and I were taking our usual stroll through H&M. After picking up several pieces myself and proclaiming my approval of them, he picked out some things he thought I'd like, and I was pleased as punch that he was spot on!

"Basically," he said, laughing, "if it looks like a doll would wear it, you like it."

I have to admit, it's true. Part of it is my love of all things girly and frivolous, not to mention the strong sense of nostalgia not only for my own childhood, but for things and times I wasn't present for (or, my romanticist view of how things were). I do love dolls though. I had a lot of them when I was younger, but I admit I wasn't a huge Barbie fan. Probably because she always ended up naked and I lost her shoes; I had more My Little Ponies.

I do remember having a very strong attraction to old dolls. I had a porcelain doll I used to play with, until I dropped her on the kitchen floor and her face was smashed, one favorite baby doll (which I later 'mummified' when I went through an obsessed-with-ancient-Egypt phase), American Girl Dolls (Oh I miss them!), and of course, fancy dolls I wasn't allowed to play with.

Every year until I was 10 my grandmother bought my a Madame Alexander doll. I loved them, and for years they lived in their blue floral boxes under my parents bed and were only taken out every now and then. Finally, we bought a doll case for them.

Romeo & Juliet

Beth (Little Women) and Bonnie Blue

Scarlett O'Hara and Snow White

I have 11 or 12 in total, though these are my favorites. I used to take the hats of Romeo and Juliet and put them on my cats (who were named Romeo and Juliet), which explains why I wasn't allowed to take the dolls out often.

Dolls have always been kind of creepy, especially the ones you aren't allowed to play with, and old ones seem to be the most frightening. We have one in the case, I have no idea where it came from, who is really delicate but really frightening. I think the eyes might have fallen out, and her head is not attached (I prop it up on her neck), although her dress is very nice. I didn't take any pictures of her since she scares me, although now she's probably going to be angry and come alive at night and do something creepy.

I'm going to have to tough it up soon, between being inspired by fairy tales and dolls I'm going to turn back into a 5-year-old!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Crying Over Cut Hair.

“Jo, how could you, your one beauty!”

I've been meaning to compose a post about hair for a while now, and what better time to do it when I'm supposed to be writing a final exam paper on any number of British modernist authors.

First, my hair is kind of a big deal. I've always had a lot of it, even as a baby I had a ridiculous looking mass of dark, curly hair (the curls disappeared by the time I was 6, much to my disappointment) and except for a strange digression into a modified mushroom-cut, it's always been long. It has never actually made it to my waist, but for a long time my goal was my elbows, and I got it there in high school. I've just always had long hair, and it's something I've always been reasonably confident in.

That said, it's always sort of plagued me, the connection between femininity and hair. Especially long hair, although no one can deny some of the most feminine and lovely women have short hair. There is always that strange myth that men like long hair on women, the idea that a woman with short hair or a man with long hair are somehow tip-toeing into some strange region of questionable gender performance. I always remember a professor of mine thinking on the idea that when she was a student and when she began teaching closer to the 70s and thereabouts, she often had many more girls and young women in her classes who wore their hair short.

In From the Beast to the Blonde: On Fairy Tales and their Tellers Maria Warner dedicates two entire chapters to hair (I'm kind of obsessed with fairy tales. I have piles and piles of books of fairy tale criticism, compilations, articles, and I've somehow managed to write tons of term papers on them).

“The language of the self would be stripped of one of it's richest resources without hair: and like language, or the faculty of laughter, or the use of tools, the dressing of hair in itself constitutes a mark of the human. In the quest for identity, both personal and in its larger relation to society, hair can help. The body reveals to us through hair the passage of time and the fluctuating claims of gender; strangers offer us a conspicuous glossary of clues in the way they do the hair on their head, for in societies all over the world, calling are declared through hairy signs: the monk's tonsure, the ringlets of the Hassidic scholar, the GI's crewcut, the sansculotte's freeflowing mane, the flowerchild's tangled curls, the veil” (Warner, 370).

There is something terribly personal about hair, which I suppose also explains the strange bond people feel towards their hair dressers (although as someone not really into sharing or being outgoing, I find the implied closeness of that relationship a little uncomfortable). But there is the romance in giving a lock of hair, the intense and slightly creepy bit about Victorian hair jewelry intwined with the process of mourning, how it's poetically dealt with in inmate terms. Then there is always the ideas of color, the implications of it if it's applied, general reactions to differing shades, what level of masculinity of femininity, youth and age, has to do with color and style. It's all part of that language, but all the same, I'm not quite sure what to do with it!

In any-case, since I'm not really sure what I'm talking about (the English major gives herself away), here are some examples of movies that always make me think it's a good idea to cut my hair (even though I know none of these cuts would suit me):

Juliette Binoche in The Unbearable Lightness of Being (another beautiful and heartbreaking movie that I almost can't deal with)

Audrey Tautou in Amelie (typical, I know, but come on, it's impossible not to!)

Saoirse Ronan and Keira Knightly in Atonement (a new example, but added to heartbreaking and beautiful movies I can't deal with, but it also made my want to chop my hair. My boyfriend thinks I identify too much with Briony because she's a strange little writer-child who wears a bobby-pin the way I always do and runs around stomping on leaves, which might be true, but whatever)

Diana Quick in Brideshead Revisited (I know you can't see her hair, but her hat is adorable, and I couldn't get a decent cap without it, and I didn't include enough of her in my Brideshead post anyway)

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Dear Flowers: Tag, You're It!

This is the second dress I bought thrifting the other day. I've been a bit unsure of it as I'm not sure if it reeks too much of 90s and not in the good way, but I also think that I might not care. I love the colors, and the flowers, and it's a really great length.

I've also become a big fan of wearing as many floral things as I can at once. Today I've toned it down and kept it to two at a time, but the other day I was all about wearing every single floral thing I could find. I'll try to duplicate the sheer ridiculousness of it all since I'm quite sure it's going to be a regular happening in my life.

Also, I was tagged by the lovely Lady Melbourne! Five relatively unknown things about myself:

1.)I have many strange rituals and tendencies, which always worries me when I watch True Life: I have OCD but I don't feel like I have to do them, they just happen naturally. For example, when walking up stairs I often spell my name, in my head, and when I come to a landing I start over. When going down stairs I count, the same landing rules apply.

2.)I know I'm not the only person who does this, since I recently talked to someone else who did something similar, but numbers 1-9 have personalities. Or, they did when I was a kid. I can't remember if they were gendered, I'm tempted to say no, but they interacted with each other mostly in assigned pairs and there was all sorts of strange things going on. Like, 5,6,and 7 were a problem because 5 and 6 were supposed to be together, but 6 was in love with 7 and always ignored 5 (who felt sad because of it) and 7 ignored 6 because it was doing the rightful thing and loved 8. Weirdo kid.

3.)I am deeply awkward. This tends to come out most when I am forced to actually talk to people in the real world, who otherwise make the mistake of thinking I'm very quiet, when I talk and talk and talk and use unnecessarily long sentences and wave my hands around like a psycho.

4.) I secretly fear that I am a huge idiot, smart enough to know that I want to be a prodigy and brilliant and all that, but lacking the actual ability. I think this is a natural feeling in people who generally aren't idiots, but it worries me all the same.

5.) I have very romanticized fantasies about rather random and mundane things I want to do in life. For example: beekeeping. I know that beekeeping is nothing like it is in my head, but I want to have bees (first, I love bees, they are so cool) and wear the weird outfits and crazy bee-hats and make my own honey and put it on everything. I also have wanted to work in a flower shop since I was about 6, but this vision does not consist of me doing anything except standing in a flower shop surrounded by said flowers and being quaint like someone in Amelie or a Francesca Lia Block novel. Whatever.

I tag, anyone! I feel like mostly everyone has done this already, so if you have not, please do, because I really like reading about weird things people do.

Flowers in the Mall.

Once, in passing, I mentioned that Express had some really cute floral dresses that I wanted very badly in stores, but they weren't on the website until this week! Well that took much longer than it should have.

In any case, they're there! I really love them, although they are hideously over-priced (on the other hand, for Express, they're rather well-made. I just still can't justify that price tag) I go in and glance and get my grubby little hands all over them every time I walk by on my way to work.

They're a little more special than dresses I usually wear, a bit more for an event than something I think I could get away with wearing to class, but all the same when and if they ever get marked down I will have one! I just can't decide if I like the pale green floral one, or the pink. Life, it's hard.

Purple Haze Dress

Midnight Roses Dress

Green Meadows Skirt

I almost prefer the skirts, although that's also been kind of me thing lately. They also have some cute jersey maxi dresses with abstract flower-prints. I have to say I've been iffy on the long dress for my personal style, but I really like this one. The colors are much brighter in person, which is lovely, but I mostly really like the neckline which offers a bit more stability than most of the dresses I've come across.

knit Halter Maxi Dress