bangin' like a spea-kerbox

belly cut my bangs.
(world: I have fantastic friends. got nothing against yours though. just bragging about mine. merci)
and died me double-shot espresso.

actually I have to go, unfortunately,
but I had to show you my bang-a-lang-dang-dongs(?!) first.

also please note my j.crew ring slash circus tent slash umbrella,
just got it on ebay, and I have been wearing it even as I sleep.
even though it weighs as much as a baby!
(lately I have be comparing the weight of everything in terms of the heaviness of babies...maternity instincts? or just peculiar? I should stick to potato sacks..)
it weighs as much as a potato sack!!

stay tuned for things my friends wore this weekend.
trust me, it's good stuff.
(including little boys fleece footie pajamas...we all bought some...you think i am joking and you are DEAD WRONG.*)





*mine glow in the dark.

aspen?

now, i am no ski bunny.
[phobic-ish of things strapped to my feet...]
BUT.
i would welcome the opportunity to sit with my friends/family/beautiful strangers in a colorado mountain lodge (probably made of really chic, expensive, shiny linkin-logs), sipping warm drinks in thick mugs as we watch the snow-chunks fall slowly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. of course, there is a fireplace, crackling and warm. of course, i am wearing this sweater: (thrifted nanette lepore. huge wooden ring from F21, though you can hardly vois it!)

"brown" doesn't usually do it for me.
i am more of a "black", as neutrals go.
but something about thanksgiving-time makes me want to channel the coffee hues of my soul, and dress accordingly. golds, browns, and potato casseroles.

red is for lovers

on the search for the perfect red lipcolor.
matte, not too POW so i can wear it every day.
i'll just dab it on all subtle-glam like.
must be careful with my lips...they look slightly bee-stung at times, when too colorful/shiny/yikes.
[and not in a sexy botoxy way.]
so this color has got to be carefully hand-picked.

suggestions?

will report my findings.

chill prep - coat series #1

coat season.
glorious thing about coats:
if you have a cool one,
the rest of your outfit can be crap and no one knows.
and as cool as it must be, warm it must be also.

which is WHY i recommend everyone get a huge goosedown puffer from calvin klein, like I did. you never know when you are going to need ultimate warmth (ice fishing? yes?) while still wanting to retain your i-am-wearing-sweatpants-but-my-coat-is-so-cool-i-could-be-in-a-ball-gown...so you might as well cover your coat-bases!

to keep in mind when giant-puffer shopping:
- what is it filled with? what makes it warm? if it's well-made, it is probably just as warm as those marshmallow coats, but less bulky. so you don't look like that swollen aunt from HP.

- whether it's a long coat or a short coat (long i have always prefered), look for a style that defines your waist a little bit. whether it be pocket placement or belting, this will make you look less bulk-tastic.

- mandatory hood. major hood-lovin going on in my soul. something kind of movie-ish about a girl in a hooded coat, sauntering down the street. totally lose the romance if you lose the hood. just saying.

- a fun color. which is why I'm showing you this red one...I prefer happy colors for these kinds of coats, because there is something slightly humorous about being this completely bundled up. might as well roll with it.

thus completes Puffer-Coat Lab 101.
outerwear? outer where!?!

an essay

if i ever get married.

by anne charlotte.

[flickster.com]

if I ever get married, there will be multiple kinds of cakes, which will all be served from the moment guests arrive for the ceremony until the very end of the night. mandatory. PARTAKE OF CAKE signs everywhere, all intimidating-like. once the guests are seated, we'll pass out popcorn and skittles for everyone to share, family-style, pass it down the rows. (dont want no bored hungry grumpers sitting there as they wait on my glorious discension!) I will have flowers that are mixed in with jewels, big chunky fake jewels that weigh a ton but sparkle like whoa with the twinkle lights- my bridesmaids will hate me, the jewels will make their bouquest like 30 pounds, but they wont say anything cause they won't want to upset me on "my day" and plus its a workout, they'll all giggle amongst themselves. They will get to pick what they want to wear, but prob it will be chiffon and kind of shapeless, but they will look hot because i have hot friends, so, no-brainer. someone will come braid their hair like fairy-nymphs, but they wont actually do much with mine because I am going to have a head-dress...basically, i'll look like ozma from return to oz when she is talking to dorothy through the mirror (return to oz=huge contributor to the weirdness of our family. totally gifted us with a little extra crazy) and I might even want that minty green color, though people will wonder if I'm unpure... they will also wonder if i'm pregnant, under all that poof. I will smirk and let them wonder,-and maybe vomit a couple times a la morning sickness, to throw them off! my nail polish will not be a clear french manicure, probably something fuschia that I will spend about 2 weeks laboring over the final choice. my husband will wear a skinny tie and I don't care what else, i won't see him before the ceremony and if he doesn't cry a little as I descend the aisle, I will pinch him as soon as I get to the front so that the photographers can get some legit tears of emotion (or pain, but no one will know the difference) on film. my friends will sing songs and my wedding party will have a multi-part choir song arranged that we just made up the night before at the campfire. my husband can pick the music, because he'll probably be good at that stuff. however i will veto and insist on certain songs, to assert my power. we will have twinkle lights everywhere, to the point that when people ask guests when they get home, "how was that wedding?", they will respond: "twinkly!! I dont remember anything else but the twinkles. twinkles and cake!" no candles, candles are too sultry sometimes (like who's privacy did I just walk in on here??), just my opinion. we will not have a photo slideshow because the program we pass out will be a yearbook of life anyway, with everyone we love in there. swirls my sister made will be everywhere, bouncing off the twinkles and written on our arms in gold paintpen. also we will dance a lot, something coreographed even. there will be prizes somehow, and pictures clicking every moment. there will be massive amounts of food including but not limited to; whole chickens, pumpkin loaves, mrs gardner's potato casserole, and black olives on skinny platters. fireworks at the end. everyone take off your shoes in the grass, and off we go, and people say, "wow, that was twinkly." and thats all they remember.



just important to document these requirements, and refer back later when the need arises.



I think I encourage people not to like me?
but if they could just see me in that ozma dress...they'd understand. hello! cool person over here! green poofy gown, gold things all over my head, lets party!

taking pictures with watermelons

[image via flickster]

as per my usual, movies make me jealous. more accurately put...movie wardrobes make me jealous. we kind of watched this fantastically weird movie last night: "the brothers bloom"...it was kind of a period film with these rando modern-day elements that i think were meant to confuse the simple-minded folk. (thus...I was confused.)

the costume designers probably followed some historical guidelines, kind of like turning on your gps, typing in the address and everything, but leaving it in the back seat on silent. clearly they had fun and got a lot of giggles as they sketched things out. my kind of stylists.

basically I wish I was them, aka a sister bloom, espec. in this moment pictured on the boat (lovely fantastic boat might I add)...crisp nautical stripes coupled with sloppy indifference- cool, intelligent, falling-in-love-wear.

but then again you know I'm into stripes lately.

bloo?!

you know why it is important to have friends?
probably, of course you do, puhleez.

but here is my point:

friends open our eyes to the craziest truths about ourselves that we are oblivious to. because they are with us all the time and notice things we don't-as outsiders looking in on our lives and all. things such as but not limited to; "you look funny", "there is something in your teeth", "you are really awkward around [insert person place or thing]", "you need to work on [insert trait or characteristic]".


and in this particular case:
"you are a blue girl."

because:
LAST NIGHT MY FRIENDS TOLD ME THAT I WEAR A LOT OF BLUE.

alert. the. media.


see....they are right.
I have indeed, by whatever force of nature unknown to me,
become a bluegirl.


[backtrack. I always thought I hated blue. I consider it patriotic and uninteresting, overly common- as it is the sky and sea etc.- and kind of dull. navy used to induce dry heaves and wounded exclamantions. navy!!! I would cry. why oh why would anyone ever want to wear navy when we are gifted with crimson and lavendar and celery!? baby blue was for girls with no guts. bright blue looked wonky with jeans. BLUE. IS. BORING.]


somehow, I have not only grown to appreciate blue,
but I have accumulated an unsettling amount of blue into my wardrobe.
this I have not done on purpose.
and yet...this I have done.


best not to fight these things, troops.
let your taste develop and surprise you constantly,
or you'll stunt your growth.

so blue is not so bad, according to my subconscious styling patterns.
[once I broke out of the 5minute hazy trance after I heard the words "yoooou aaaaree aaa bllluuuueee giiiiirrrrll" (slow mo talk for ya), I had no choice but to embrace my lot.]


**my roommate's blue teeshirtdress, newest bluest thing in my household so found it fitting on this Day Of Blue-Lovin Discoverin...don't you like my headband??