Stringing Together Everydays.

In the interest of not falling behind to the point where it gets awkward, I am apologetically posting something hardly thought through and in no way conceptualized! Between the end-of-semester, various holidays, whipping up a Christmas card overnight, and crashing my car (everything's fine!) twice, it's been a busy few weeks.



Not to mention I still find that I'm struggling with getting dressed these days. I think that particular sentence gives a hilarious image to mind--someone, in this case me, sitting on the edge of a bed struggling to put on a sock only to unceremoniously and over-dramatically toss it aside to fling oneself upon the pillows in a fit of agitation. I'm trying to do all sorts of things! Wear pants, find blouses that aren't too-too you-know-what, be nonchalant about my hair! Also, wear lipstick.



Oh dear readers! Please accept my apologies, I am in this funk of wanting to loll around, and it is so so cold! I will persever to pull myself out of it, documenting outfits and whatnot as they are worthy!

<3

Things of Happiness: Girls with Cats.

What is it with pictures of girls and cats?


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It seems like there are a lot of them. I have tons of them in my flickr favorites! Not that there is anything wrong with boys and cats, but you know--I'm a girl, so I feel more of an affection there. It's a thing though, girls and cats. There is something there.

Kittens kittens everywhere
Kittens chewing on my hair
Kittens climbing up my jeans
Kittens hanging from the screens
There's a kitten on each shoulder
Will they do this when they're older?

Kittens fighting on the chairs
Kittens tumbling down the stairs
There's a kitten on my head
There's a kitten in the bread!
There's a kitten in my shoe
I don't believe we just have two!

-Helen Reese

Wintery.

I know this is being really over dramatic, but this is how I feel about last night and this morning's weather:



(I feel I should also say that I often, throughout my days, say that statement in a manner attempting to sound like Bernard Hill up there, but as of yet no one has gotten my rather obtuse reference.)

At this point most of the snow on the roads and sidewalks has melted, but it's only a matter of time before we're all waist-deep in the stuff. I was at least a little bit excited for it--a statement I'm sure I'll regret in a short while--and even ran a little bit in the snow as I dragged a shovel behind me to dig the car out.

I was also incredibly excited to wear my new ridiculous hat. It's probably the warmest thing ever, and I've learned that having a warm head makes standing in the cold bearable for infinitely longer than with cold ears and blowing hair, but mostly I love it for it's Dr. Zhivago-esque quality. The downside is it is totally enormous to a ridiculous degree, and if I am not careful I look like an electrocuted version of Garth Algar.



At the moment I'm quite happy to dress up for the weather, although I'm already frustrated with the feeling of pants-tucked-into-boots, but we shall see how long this lasts! I'm wearing my fancy coat, a Christmas present from my grandmother last year, because my two other coats are missing buttons (I eternally pull of buttons; I don't know what the deal is). It makes me feel very bright though, and mildly ridiculous with my huge hat, but somehow I feel alright about that anyway. I bought some real live winter boots today (wellies are lovely, but no matter what they lock the cold into my toes) and hopefully I will be releasing them into their natural habitat successfully in the coming months.

Stressful Dressings.

The leaves fell off the trees and I lost all interest in getting dressed. My hair is uncooperative, except right before bed, and I am uneasy and nonplussed at most of my wardrobe. I suppose it is because this change in weather (that drab, sad period after there are no leaves and it is cold but snow has yet to grace us with its presence) coincides with terribly busy work schedules and Really Scary School Things (term papers and thesis proposals).

On the other hand, something about the kinds of clothes I so adored a year ago doesn't appeal to me so much these days. I'm cannot lie: I'm way into pants (even though the above picture is evidence of something else) and blouses and slightly uniform-ish, boyfriend-y, bookish things. And, you know, that effortless French thing with the pants and the neat-o jackets and shoes and all that on the women popping up on street-style blogs. It's always kind of scared me because I figured it involved a lot of natural ability to put things that are kind of slouchy but tailored together with a body type that doesn't necessarily border on the curvy, but it's what my inspiration folder is full of these days.

I still want to wear the ruffle blouses, and lord knows I get my grubby little hands on plenty of them, but I also want to wear cuffed jeans or a men's gingham shirt, and perhaps ignore the skirt for a while. I don't know if I can deal with prim these days, even though I still love it.


Teen Vogue, via The Fashion Spot


APC Winter 09

Some days though, like today, I just toss on an old dress and a sweater and call it a day. I need a pair of flat oxfords. I found the perfect ones at Macy's, glorious things they were, so amazing that I could have cried. Then they sold out. They aren't even on the website anymore, and I pity myself. In the meantime I will have to pretend with some Bass penny loafers (once I exchange them for the correct size).