chain tracks

i'm into chain-strap handbags lately.

[not the stuffy chanel-lady-in-the-beverly-wilshire kind, though]

they're crisp, girly, and accessible with an air of vintage intrigue.

as in, "ooo, i bet that girl's bag has a story."

this pretty blue one came from a vintage shop in london!
belly picked it out for me there, even without being told that i am into these kinds of bags...roommate-espn***. i love the subtle floral, and the strap has three different length options!


i feel the urge to try to create some chain-strap bags...
the silhouette is so simple/easy, with the chain there to add the punch.
can't be that hard to whip one up, right??

let's try.



***mean girls yo yo

day of play

today we celebrated belly's return with:
a hearty game of tag/chase-the-loose-dogs.
in the backyard.
in the sunshine.
and it was fun.

loitering at home-base.

[my lifelong strategy for all "safety-zone" games; stay close.]

i am liking my brogues all casual-like, for playclothes saturday.

they were perf for chasing down children and runaway puppies...

who knew?

eggdrop lips and suddenly i'm all about it

today she learned about the difference between cleaning and sanitizing as pertains to salmonella and other harmful bacteria.
today she ate brown sugar poptarts. again.
today she decided that orange on your lips, is worth a try.

today dim sum plum came in the mail.

today she ran out of time to try dim sum plum, though she'd been anxiously awaiting its arrival.

today she decided to change her hair color, back to light.

and to join the olympic curling team with her sister. russia 2014.

today, her sweater had tiny flowers in the tiny round buttons and a peplum waist that was neither flattering nor explainable. but when DAV offers you an anthropologie find such as this, it's best not to ask questions. its best to snatch up the tiny-flowers-inside-the-tiny-round-buttons, and run***.

and what, if i may be so bold, did you do today?

***once you have paid. like any of us would ever pull a winona!

who you dont know can't flirt you

snow agaaaaaain.

pah, oh well.

decided, after all, that i kind of like activities that result from the cooped-up-ness of winter weather.

par exemple:

spending the weekend with my little sister,

dancing in my parent's kitchen...

to the latest from justin beeber.
o chyeah.

that cropped floral top i'm wearing,

was kind of impulse buy-

yet i always intended to wear it this way; as sort of a layering piece for my dresses- or bottoms- that cinch at the natural waist. underneath is actually a black dress, one of my fave finds by tracy reese which i can't wait to wear alone this summer. the floral piece makes it into a whole new dress!

[i got that tracy reese dress for extremely cheap cause the zipper was broken...then my grandma put in a new one all easy-breezy-like, and tada! both my grandmas are rockstars; strong, petite, adorb little women with unbelievable creative and technical talent when it comes to clothing, anything crafty, and making yums. how are grandmas always so amazing!? any fraction of them that i got in my genes is desparately welcome.]

also what do you think of that sparkly belt? it's my bunkmate's, and she is overseas and missed. thus i wear it as an Ode To Bells... no ideaaaaa where she got it from; i get the notion that it's part of a drill team costume or something. teehee.

i have been playing barbershop on my cat lately.

its costs seventy dollars to get him shaved (he is a fuzzball), which is more than i've ever paid for a haircut. and i'm like, a human. so i decided, why can't i do it, all dyi-like? (my grandmas would be proud!) and it's kind of working, but i have to do it in shifts. right now he looks like a little girl having her first "hair salon" experience with the craft scissors... i'll post pictures once i am satisfied... perhaps a new career in pet grooming lies in my future....mario triccoci of cats! holla!

countdown to libery of london's target debut;

17 days.

(glorious floral dresses here i come!)

brogue'n hearted

today, every word i heard was a chicken nugget.
every person's head was a chipotle burrito.

that famous quote "i think, therefore i am" should be changed to, "i hunger, therefore i shall literally bite off your meaty head if you look at me even slightly obnoxiously, you spazmonkey!" plus i have been having troubles making my new brogues look cute. oh, the trials of poor me! hunger pangs and tricky shoes! how will i cope!?

then i ate something (not a person or a word. real food. although, wrong place wrong time today, and it could have been you sitting in my belly right now.) and i didn't hate the earth as much. now i feel rightfully smiley, which is pretty smiley, cause i got brogues and this cheapo cynthia rowley frock that is, for rizz, quite coo in the detailing and patterned like a pool of swimming mosaic tiles. (although i always fail at showcasing things like detailing. lalala.)

this entire hungry=angry and bitter topic begs the lifelong question i continually wrestle with: how do the anorexic girls HAVE ANY FUN WHATSOEVER?

please lets sneak off together and i won't tell anyone i promise...?

shports

shorts in winter.

brr, but worth it.

cause i love themz shortz.

speaking of winter!

it's the olympics!

(in spite of the fact that i accidentally missed the opening ceremony and realized a day late that they have already started...but that doesn't mean i haven't been fiendishly anticipating the olympics for the past few weeks! cause i have!)

i used to alternate between dreaming/pretending i was nancy kerrigan** and peekaboo street. peekaboo mainly cause of her name and her chapstick endorsement. [i too, use chapstick-brand-chapstick. it just works better than anything else! so...peekaboo street=me.]

oh olympics, i do love you so.

maybe i will name my first born Olympia

or just The Olympics...?!

or: Olympia Peekaboo Kerrigan.

yup...that's the one.

**shame on you, tanya. i haven't forgotten!

lady who spills-when-she lunches

usually i bank my skrilla on being kind of purposefully messy-looking.
but okay, i got these silken grey slacks on WAY clearance at F21...
and i got thinking....

what if i could be polished?

like a sleek librarian.
like a sexy community college teacher.
like a lady in the DAR**.

what if!?

and ok, so i like it. i like the pants, and have been finding my crazy-sleeve french connection sweatery thing to be quite versatile (in spite of, like i said, the crazy-sleeves) and evidently, i can't pry those nerd-glasses off my face lately. yeah....i like it. but being polished, like as a day-to-day thing? hayz no.

however, it's all about playing the part you want to play, every day when you wake up. someday i know; i will arise feeling like a sleek, polished, poised, secretary-of-the-defense-important-type-girl, and i will whip out these silk grey slacks and don them with conviction.

**i qualify for that! i've always wanted to apply and see what happens! rory gilmore anybody?

wackadoo

excuse me, miss? i believe your sweater is on crack?

I am really vibeing with the whole nudes-and-neutrals palettes of springtime. honest, I am! However, not quite sure if nudes-and-neutrals are me. I spill on myself, there are buldges I'd prefer to conceal rather than advertise, that sort of thing...which doesn't really work for the minimal, skin-toned and form-fitting pretty things that are of-the-moment. enter this loony drama-teacher sweater (no offense drama teachers of the world! wish i was one of you!) that i just had to have. hm.

perhaps i should belt it...

after all, belts are the O-neg of the fashion world.

[it can save most anybody, even though it may not be a perfect match.]

a bit of color goes a long way, mid-winter.

don't you say?

p diddy

winter is starting to seriously
mess . with . my . brains.

so the only solutions are to;
a) don thrifted little-girl's polar bear*** hooded coat.
b) comfort myself with tomato soup
and c) cuddle under an electric blanket, hibernate, and amuse myself with the mighty ducks trilogy.

at least today, i have accomplished a and b.


***dont shoot me, sawyer!

paill-yes

this dress was $9 because its so damaged.

but, we've talked about this:

holes and missing paillettes don't seem to phase me.

it looks like a sandstorm.

it fits like a glove.

[so, i feel all swank and bond-girl-esque in it. in spite of the fact that my fats are bulging out... who cares! i'm in a skintight shimmering party dress! everything you see here i did on purpose, girlfren! and so on so forth.]

and my favorite part about this lil dress,

is the fact that it sheds.

when i walk or raise my arm...or breathe..., i lose a tiny pailette and it goes tinkling to the ground. i find them stuck to my forehead and hands. i'm basically a dragon girl [eustace reference anybody!]

shedding dresses are supposed to be a turnoff, generally [design flaw dot com], but it's opposite for me. imagine having a whirlwind encounter, say, in the back of a moonlit mob-owned restraunt. you are wearing this dress. whatever happens, it ends so very quickly, you don't even remember names or details, [you may have even been drugged. opium.] but you put the pieces back together because there are pailette traces and trails. aka: clues! then: car chases. answers-demanded-at-gunpoint. the budding of an unexpected romance. big, dramatic, pailette-trail-induced ending. i can see it all play out. and at the end you're like, shoo, good thing my dress was shedding that night.

fashion memento.