drifter

new fave scarf.
plaid, soft, innocent.
good contrast vs. sassy raveny hair.
and a giftah from my sistah.

[we should probably all have a favorite scarf. espec. if we had many silken vintagey ones, designed for driving in convertibles on sunday afternoons, and for special occasions we wear our favorite scarf. for days like the day at the end of the movie, where she finally finds love. and everyone is like, yup, good thing she saved the prettiest driving-in-convertibles-on-sunday-afternoons scarf for today, the day she finally finds love. can't go having a finale scene in just any ole thing. phew, close one.]

i am a snowpansy.
someone best whisk me to hawaii for the winter if i'm expected to be surviving january.

thats really all i have to say,
besides that i am going to hibernate,
and i'll see you as soon as the butterflies start waking up because thats how long i'm going to be burrowed in a hovel. (?)

robe n hood

i have this tiny/probably untrue theory:

whatever you wear-even if it is a robe or a nightie-

you can pull it off as a "day" look if you wear boots. eh??

because what happened was,
i found this "dress" deeply discounted at anthro.
[anthropologie is like crack to me. i get lost in there for hours and come out gasping: i can't remember my name, my mind is fuzzed-up like i just had the most romantic dream of all eternity.
beauty overload.]

it was $9.95, ok?
thats cheap.
although: i didn't really know what it was exactly.
i tried it on.
i tied the belt in a variety of ways.
i fussed with the hood.
what a peculiar little dress it was, and so it charmed me.
and i bought it.

only it wasn't until i got home that i realized my peculiar, charming little dress was in fact:
A ROBE.
a very gratuitous robe, too, because it's not warm or absorbent or cozy or anything robes are supposed to be, if you ask me.
[in retrospect i see that it looks very much like the robe that it is. but in the store, i wanted it to be a dress. a funny lil wonky spring dress. so thats what it was.]

but so i tried it with boots,
and what do you think of my theory?
boots with loungwear an outfit makes?

not sure.
only spring will tell.

diagnosis

turns out i have LFOSD.
[long for opposite season disorder] i promise tomorrow i'll be back in wintery christmasy spirits.

today i kind of just wish we could frolick in the sun together, and wear flowers and vintagey shades while we drink crushy-iced drinks and laugh about being SO TAN. but yes, its officially winter now, i guess i will have to embrace it, cuddle up in fuzzy blankets on my purple couch, wear chunkalunk sweaters and horn-rimmed nerd glasses while watching love actually and sipping peppermint cocoa drinks and laughing about being SO HAIRY LEGGED BUT IT DOESNT MATTER, ITS WINTER.

see! i can turn around my moods so fast...seasons are fickle and so am i.

dear winter, i love you, cozy lil thang.

[but i still wish i was wearing a sundress right now. in california]

shequins

I don't know.
maybe it's a response to the incumbent festive season,
[unsure if that is the correct usage of incumbent?]
or perhaps a retaliation against the grey doomey gloomey bog of shadow that is winter...

whatever the reason, i have become:
a sequins-horse.
[sequins or stripes and i'm satisfied]

[no explanation for the pantry setting. besides that i love my pantry!]

there is a small section of sequins missing in the butty region [who needs 'em...AS IF someone is going to risk sounding like a perv by pointing out my missing butt sequins. i'll just pull a Sassy and ask them why they were looking at my bum in the first place. Hi-YAH!] and so it was super cheap:

a Tracy Reese swingy-blingy frock for $19!

[my closet is full of imperfect treasures, rejected by full-price payers because of a missing sequin here or a tiny armpit hole there...so now i'm kind of like a peter pan girl, always kind of willingly unkempt and trying to pull off like i did it on purpose. but, cha know, i wouldn't have it any other way.]

it's a nice day for?

snatched from belly.

giving it a test-drive, cha know.

i like mondo sweaters.

[in fact, it may very well be true that i like all sweaters. never met a sweater with which whom i could find no common ground.]

this look is sortof "while you were sleeping"
crossed with "i'm a habitual user"

....the perfect combination on a saturday such as this one.

as in: amusingly lovelorn, and may as well be on hard drugs.

my boyfriend is a spaceheater.

we snuggle.

shwa??

note:
I was told today that I looked like a 70's indian.

i dont even know what that means.

chic wardrobe FAIL!

[and i'm not even wearing my fringe boots today!! fringe boots i got solely for the purpose of looking slightly 70's indian. a whole different story if i was aiming for 70's indian today. which i was not. ps why can't we call it "island-of-the-blue-dolphins-chic" or "style-via-sacagawea"??? throw me a bone here people!]

rang thang

do you have a "thing"?
something you reach for on impulse/feel like you are naked without/collect??
some people it's coats, or frilly panties, or handbags or shoes.
mine?
MONDO RINGS.what is my PROBLEM?
how man humongoloid rings could a girl possibly need? I guess a never-ending amount, when it comes to moi. that photo is just a sampling of the ones i own. they are scattered in the bottoms of my purses, on m keyboard at work, in the bathroom. i buy them at forever 21, at thrift stores, estate sales, and sometimes we make them.

we made this one: glam-tastic, i know.

ps thats a little preview of my rocket-ship little-boys footie pajamas....i AM style. mint candy apple nail polish by essie. (saw it on a friend and had to have it myself. highly recommend. nail polish whore = me. forget my one-color-per-season soapbox. i am owned by the promise of new colors.)

I am not the only gatherer/collector/single-item obessor, am I?