Sunday, December 16, 2012

This is a collage about my personal style

I have been asked to create a small collage that demonstrates my personal style. I sort of thought, this whole dang blawg.

But then I thought it would be kind of mean to tell someone they should read the entirety of this here blawg. That's only something I do, like, on friday nights.

The thing is, I love collages. The kind you make with magazines and paste. And I love style. Duh. But, I can't see that happening...magazines have pretty pictures and all but almost never have anything that would accurately reflect my personal style. Unless there's a magazine about thrifting. Is there? There must be.

So, I think I'm just gonna stroll through this here blawg and make a collage with WORDS and SOME pictures. And, a whole lot of self indulgence.

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1. I am a little bit of a freak

Plump white ladies with multi-colored dreadlocks are not shrinky violets. I've often said that it doesn't really matter what I wear, since I bring the party on my head and people don't really scroll down. Now, the dreads are such a huge part of my personal brand (and my professional brand even more so) that I can't really ever cut 'em off. Which is cool, since I don't want to.





Curvy!
2. I am (actually) curvy and dress in way that doesn't hide it - and often accentuates it.

I'm not using "curvy" as a euphemism for "fat" (which, still, I am). I'm actually curvy. I have large ladies and hips and my waist goes in at the middle. That is what curves are. Speaking of which, did you see this great article about media use of the word curvy? Amazing and truthful!

I am not always comfortable with my curves, but dang, I've come along way! Baby!

By the way. I NEVER used to wear belts. Now I wear them every day. Accentuates the curvy bits.




3. I wear a uniform almost every day.  

This is the eclectic pillar of my personal style, and it took me a lot of trial and error to develop it. I've talked a lot about it on this here blawg, but here's the recap...

First you take a shirt - preferably old, with writing. Then you add a skirt - preferably girly, often in a pattern, and cute. Then a cardigan or blazer. A belt. And boots. Ta-da! Outfit!


4. I treat clothes as an art project. 

This has been, and continues to be the most dang fun thing I do with clothes. Not "matching" things but, rather, finding things that complement each other in cool ways is what I mostly learned from the lovely Alice. 

I usually choose one thing I want to wear and try to find a pattern that I can repeat, or a color...something. The result is an outfit that doesn't appear to match but somehow the eye appreciates it. 

And, since I lay out my outfits for the week on Sunday nights, I'm often looking at the whole week as a canvas. No one else sees all the outfits together...but I do.
Please forgive the douchey-ness of this entry! Pretentious much?




#5..the juxtapostion
5. Give to me your leather, take from me my lace...la la la. 

I really really really love to mix styles. Lacy tights with engineer boots. Stripes with flowers. Rock-n-roll hairdo with pearls. Etc. I love the juxtaposition. It makes me happy, and it means you just never really look like anyone else (hey, I sense a theme here!). 

I think that this, and #4 above, are why I wear separates vs dresses. Dresses give me much fewer opportunities to put things together.

Over on the right...perfect example! Gold brocade fancy skirt with lace-up combat boots. LOVE.

 
Madonna!
6. Theme to the extreme (a phrase I stole from the epically stylish Allison). 

Sometimes, when I go down a (usually) kooky road, I just gotta go there entirely. That is, if I find myself wearing two or three shades of blue, I almost have to just wear six shades. Might as well. It goes for practically anything - a style, a color, an era. 

On the right...This is me as an eighties rock-n-roll madonna type of thing. Leopard skin, fishnets, plaid pencil skirt, rock shirt, a shitton of rhinestones and silver jewelry. A studded belt. This is actually one of my most repeated outfits.
 

7. This kind of goes without saying, but I love old things.  

Thrifted, but usually not vintage. Part of why I love old things is because I can't afford new ones! I am also cheap! And I love clothes way too much to limit myself (see: excessive personality). Thrifting allows me to have a lot without the outlay of dough. Plus...it's a super fun challenge to put things together on my own, not because some smart stylist at a store told me something worked. 

That said...I do still buy the occasional irresistible or on-sale piece at a store. 

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That's it. Did I miss anything?

PS. The world is pretty sad right now. Me too.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Return of the blurry photos!

You missed my mad photo skillz, yeah? They're back. LUCKY YOU. Mostly, I've been wearing previous outfits. Nothing worth blur-o-graphing. That's good! I mean, good in that I've throttled back the thrifting. Not entirely of course. I just nabbed a sweet marching band jacket chock full of patches and letters and embroidery. $5. 

Anywho, my colleague Katie says this is one of the best outfits of the year. I told her that's a lofty claim and she'd best revisit the blawg to be sure.

Thrifted:
  • Black cotton swingy skirt $7
  • Black cardigan with fakey pearl buttons $7
  • White plastic pop beads $1
  • Fakey pearl  earrings $2
  • Beaded white handbag $5
  • Sheer beige scarf $1
Not thrifted:
  • ModCloth beige fitted shirt with cute bow on the waist $11 (super duper sale, yo!)
  • Not Rated leopard platform triple buckle heels $20 (I KNOW) (See the close up below!)
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • A teensy bit matchy matchy. But other than that, delightful!
Total outfit cost: $54

........and check out these shoes. DANG, YEAH? I could barely walk actually but people did stop me on the street to ask about them. 


Monday, December 10, 2012

I have the crazy best-est of lives

You guys. WHAT THE FUCK. I always have so much to say, but it rarely leaves my brain. Shocking, since most people who see me every day would agree that I rarely shut up. 

I have been off, you know, LIVING. Also, not dieting. But that's another post. OR NOT. We'll just have to see.

I have been awesomingly busy with this challenging and lovely life o' mine. 

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Like, one day I met this plenty amazing woman who is the mother of the artist mentioned in this post. For work. After spending an afternoon talking with her, I can decidedly say that the apple falls close to the tree, just like they say. I say this not only to namedrop (one of my most excellent skills), but also cuz I dressed HARD for her. In this outfit. And she did that thing where you assess someone's whole person and find it right on. I TRY.

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And then there's the JOB. My day job. I am surrounded by really smart, hard-working, and genuinely nice people who have basically allowed me to only do the work at which I am best. Being present in meetings, thinking up fun stuff, entertaining. Etc. But, a lot of it. So my brain and heart are totally swamped.

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I have a new dog. Her name is Jem. Or, as she says, JEMMMMMMYYYYYY! I still miss Cotton too much to bear. And I'm glad I have a bundle of crazy to worm her way into my heart (also my bed, geez). 

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I have become obsessed by a new project. A dollhouse. Which I'm decorating to be a miniature version of my inn. Maybe I will post photos. 

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Next week, one of my favorite online clothing stores is gonna come visit me and my closet with a camera and such. That'll be fun! Also weird.

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Mostly, though, I'm so very grateful to have a life that IS busy and challenges me so damn much every day. 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Put a belt on it!

Get it? Get it? Like Porlandia's "put a bird on it" but with belt. 

Man I love me some belts. Just like I never feel fully dressed without a smile, I also never feel fully dressed without a belt. 

All that to say that while I was certainly fully dressed and smiling here, I was without a belt. That white line you see in the waist area is just skirt piping.
 
Thrifted:
  • Charter Club pink/black/white cotton & acrylic cardigan $6
  • Black and white cotton full-ish skirt $5
  • Frye's! $10
  • Black tank top $4
  • Plastic pretty floral necklace $14
  • Bangles and earrings $2
  • Headband $1
Not thrifted: Not one thing!

What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • I'm being a brave little toaster and posting unflattering (not to mention UNCHARACTERISTICALLY BLURRY) photos of myself because this is helpful to me.
  • That said, I'd rather not.
  • However, I still will. 
Total outfit cost: $42

P.S. I had been doing SOOO SOOO Good staying on plan, but then I went on a work retreat which had perfectly good greens and proteins...buuuuuuuut also some delicious desserts and one piece of fried up chicken. I kinda veered off plan road but did not go entirely onto binge avenue unless you count the airport impulsively bought pretzel m&ms which I only bought because I like salty and sweet but as it turns out these were just bland and sweet and yet - and yet! - I still finished them but I strongly encourage you to resist because those are just not worth it.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Oh how I love the diet honeymoon!

Y'all I've been back hardcore on Medifast for just about five days and I remember why I loved it so.

Turns out, when you go from eating Bad Food to eating 1000 calories a day you lose weight REAL FAST. Five pounds down.

Oh I know it's silly stupid weight and my body will adjust and say "fuck you I'm holding on to my cushion" in about a minute but let's just enjoy it today, okey doke?

And while we're enjoying it I will attempt to answer and comment upon your emailed and posted questions on the riveting subject of Lady Cardigan's Diet The Sequel some of which are my own internal questions and comments btw (as usual I reserve the right to embellish and project and interpret your questions in my own way):

1. Lady Cardigan, why the fuck would you go back on Medifast when you have admitted to gaining weight back (fast-ish) after using it before?

Medifast worked. It was ME that didn't work. While there's certainly a very wise argument to be made for going on a slower and ultimately more sustainable longer-term way of eating, I am just not patient (or smart) enough. I am a five-year-old and need the reward of quick results. Stupid, yes. But my cute clothes fit better faster and that is the important thing.

2. Seriously? Seriously?

Look, I know that the insane diet is insane. There are probably ten or twenty better ways to do this that have legs. Smart, slower, sustainable diets. I'm not doing this because I haven't spent endless hours on diet sites reading about every possible diet until my head nearly exploded. I'm doing this because it's the only thing that ever worked for me.

3. But won't you find yourself in the same boat on day soon...lose the weight, then gain it back, rinse, repeat?
Because! In between sessions, I hope to lose a scosh more, providing more wiggle room. But YES, I will be in the same boat but maybe a different pond. The problem these past few months is that I really didn't transition and (MOSTLY) I succumbed to food I've never ever eaten, really. I don't know why. I'm hoping to learn and avoid. Is this just gonna be my rollercoaster? Maybe! But I'd rather ride it then hang out at the snack shack along side. 


4. You should exercise. DUH.
Yes, I should. I do. Somewhat. I run fercrissakes. But, fact is, exercise firms up my dangly bits but it doesn't lose me any weight. It of course makes you feel great which leads to behaving great. But, I'm not up for it in any organized way. Been there, and etc you know the rest. 

5. You know diets don't work in the long run, right?
No. They don't. I have to be on a diet for the rest of my life. I know that. It makes me blue. But I'll survive.

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I wore a really cute outfit today but didn't take a picture. Mostly cuz I can't shake my blues over losing my sweet sweet girl Cotton. Can't shake 'em. Sorry.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Fuck fuck fuck

The worst day is the day your dog dies.

I know this from experience. Way fucking too much experience. Five times now. The latest being today.

Our nine-year old girl Cotton yelped in the middle of the night and by the time we got to her side a minute later, she was dead. The vet thinks maybe a stroke, but we'll never know.

We are devastated. Heartbroken, wrecked, achingly and overwhelmingly sad. I couldn't function most of the day because of the weeping.

My friend HGM posted this quote on Facebook:

"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are."


Yeah. That. 

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A few days ago I was sharing some work-related anxieties with a colleague and she said, "But I always thought you were so confident!" And I thought, "huh - I am!" I think the only way I can be confident is cuz I know my anxieties.

Same goes for happiness. I only get to be happy because I know grief. Days like this one, I just wish I didn't know it so gawddamn well.  


X to the O people. And I'll leave you with this picture of my sweet, special girl Cotton and me. I'm gonna miss that chin.



Monday, September 24, 2012

Oh deer!

My friend and colleague Ellen is just about the most wildly - and wholly uniquely - creative person I know. 

We'd been working together for about a month or so when she was in charge of our very first staff meeting warm-up (like kindergartners, we start every meeting with some sort of ridiculousness because of my kooky notion that it gets people out of their head and in to the room and thinking differently). In honor of national poetry month she had us read The Jabberwocky aloud in stanzas, each of us taking a turn. Dorky, right? Well, right, if you mean good-magical-now-a-tradition dorky. It wasn't at all what I had in mind as a warm-up - but it was lovely and perfect.


Since then - well, the list of things she's made and done for me is cra-cra long and totally unbelievable. The latest are these sweet little deer earrings that she sent for my birthday. Pink (despite the white-looking-ness of this photo, lest you forget I can't make the camerathingamajig work properly). With sparkles. LOVE. Thank you Ellen. They inspired a deer-like ensemble. 

Thrifted:
  • Light blue cotton cardi $4
  • Multi-colored paisley print full skirt $4
  • Brown wooden bangle $1
  • Brown wooden deer pin $2
  • Brown boots $10
Not thrifted:
  • Brown Great Day in Elk (which is LIKE a deer) t-shirt $20 (A Great Day in Elk is this wacky wonderful community festival in the tiny town a few miles south of our inn. Think moroccan lentil soup with flatbread from the community square brick oven, a locally grown violin/banjo/cello band, a pony ride which was basically a pony with a kid on it that a lady would just lead around the crowd, and - best of all - this 50 foot wooden greased pole with money stapled to it that these feral hippie kids would shimmy up and grab. RIVETING.)
  • Scrap of green fabric for a headband $0
  • Deer earrings - THANK YOU ELLEN!
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • Umm, this outfit? I look like fucking hobbit. Enough said. See previous post on going back on Medifast. However, I should tell you that Sir Cardigan said "That's a cute outfit" today when I came downstairs in this getup. So that's something.
Total outfit cost: $41

P.S. Thank you so much for your emails to me in response to yesterday's post about maintenance and re-weight loss! You guys are all correct - this *is* the hardest part of weight loss. By "this" I mean the part where you don't freaking gain all the weight back. I've always known it (and found about ninety times on this here blawg where I said out loud that I knew I'd have to be on a diet for the rest of my life) so I wasn't surprised. Just bummed. BUT NOT LIFE-BUMMED DON'T WORRY! Just diet-bummed.

Y'all had lots of nice and thoughtful ideas for me and I boiled it all down into one excellent and foolproof formula that I AM HOPING works for me (but maybe not anyone else). It's this:

I'm one serious badass chick. 

Silly, right? And so damn arrogant. But, cross your fingers, it might just be the best incentive for me. You see, I like to be known as badass. I do. Not mean. But strong, independent, my own person, a little fearless (other than of heights, bridges, rock-y things, and the space between the jetway and the airplane). Hopefully that's not a shock to anyone. But get this...in order to be one serious badass chick, I have to in fact be badass. Get my shit together. Not be lazy. Get shit done. Stop whining. Be the best I can be. Remember a week ago when I wrote about getting serious? Yeah, getting serious is really just a euphemism for baddening the ass. It's an awesome circle, badassness. You can't be badass if you have no willpower. And for the times I think I have no willpower, fuck that, badassess have willpower for ten. That is who I am. It is. I'm sorry if that's all embarrassingly egotistical but at the age of 47 I would just like to be honest about who I am and who I aspire to be. Badass. 

The end.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

On my own

Yeah. So. This whole maintain and oh, well, now lose what you've gained while, ha ha, "maintaining" thing is not working. 

I can't do this on my own. Balrhaoijpoiqrewr0iujq34.

Oh, I know HOW to do it. I just don't do it. Well, I do it, and then I don't and then I do and then I don't. Y'know? Fuckity fuck fuck.

Dieting is not rocket science. I know pretty much exactly how many calories, carbs, protein, etc that I need to consume every day. And on a good day, I do it. The problem is that there are too many days I just don't do it. If you've ever dieted, you know. The cheating. The crap food that I would never have eaten Before now is irresistible to me. What. The. Fuck. 

So, I'm thinking maybe I should just go full-on Medifast again? It bums me out to type that and I am not all that certain I can swing it. I mean, my problem isn't that I don't know what to eat, it's that I go off and off and off. Not sure what would keep me from doing the same if I go back on Medifast. Maybe the idea that I've spent dough on it? Or that I am doing it quite publicly? Ay yi yi. 

Anyone who has been in my shoes, feel free to tell me what to do. And if you know me at all, I rarely ask what to do on account of my extreme self-sufficiency so you know I must really want some insights if I'm actually asking for 'em.

Oh, but please don't tell me not to diet. I do need to lose weight again. That is just that. Plus if I am dieting, I will wear and take pictures of cute thrifted clothing outfits again. And isn't that the important thing?

Monday, September 17, 2012

SRSLY

OH HAI.

I'm back, friends! And after a summer of gluttony and whackadoodle busy-ness, I'm hunkering down and getting serious. About weight loss, work, life, etc.

It's not that I haven't been serious the last few months. Gawd knows that I've been gawdamn full up serious with work, events, travel, guests at the inn, and good times. But I kind of let the pace be in charge of me rather than vice versa. AKA, me being in charge of the pace. So, now, I'm letting all the fall marketing ploys about back to school and summer's over and all that work their bullshit on me in a good way.

I've continued to stall about getting back on Medifast because of, oh, you know, the lies that dieters tell themselves (like, "I can't go back on my diet yet because Winesong (a superfun wine and snacks event in Mendocino) is coming up and I will totally go off for that so why bother starting?" ETC AD NAUSEUM.

It's not just the diet part though. It's also the swell of work and feeling like I hop on the ride in the morning and just try to swing at all the curves without stepping back to freaking think and prioritize one gawdamn minute.

Plus my house is messy. Also my car.

Plus I have these chairs that need recovering at the Inn that stare at me every day, taunting me with their worn-ness.

Plus, plus, plus.

Speaking of "plus," ModCloth recently posted a survey asking "plus-size" women what they want their clothing sizes to be called. As in, do you prefer "woman," "plus-size," or any of many other terms. I said clothing should just be in sizes, period. Why differentiate?

I digress. All that to say that I am back. Back to getting organized and serious which included deleting plants vs zombies off of all my machines so I can't be a big ol' timewaster anymore. And, back to the blawgoland which seems to keep me honest because I can't bear to report that I'm a fuck-up. 

Poetic License "Need I Say Amour" heel in plaid
Speaking of getting serious, how about these shoes (top right) that I am wearing on my feets right this very minute? (No photograph because I don't have a picture taking device with me today).

I have been jonesing for a pair of Poetic License shoes forever but they are always waaaay out of my price range (also, new vs used). But then ModCloth had a rad super sale and I scored some for $30. Still expensive for me! These are far from my favorites but they were the only ones that were cheap and in my size.

"Luncheon My Way" wedge
On this same shopping spree I scored these RIDICULOUSLY 5" high shoes (floral wedges, at left) for $12. I wore them twice last week and didn't fall down, not even once! Pretty fun and also pretty but not exactly practical. Although I did wear them at an all-day client meeting, testing the limits of just how silly I can be professionally (turns out, really silly!).

"Peak's Island Picnic" one-piece
Annnnnd...one more item of Great Importance. For the first time in about eleventymillion years, I bought a swimsuit. On sale again, and very cute. On the model at right, at least, if not on me (RELAX, I'M FINE, SORRY IF I THINK THE SUIT LOOKS CUTER ON THE MODEL THAN ON ME. THAT'S NOT ME BEING DOWN ON MYSELF, JUST HONEST, OKAY? OKAY.)

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I find it sort of humorous that in a post about getting serious, I have posted three rather silly photos. Hey my serious is different than other people's serious!

Missed you. Talk soon.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

You can't handle the truth!

Actually, *I* can't handle the truth. But here it is anyway. As of June 2011, I had lost 98 pounds. Between then and about January of 2012, I gained 18 pounds. That is the truth. And tho I eat like a rabbit (a wino rabbit, but stillllll), those 18 pounds have decided to stick around.

It's pretty typical to gain weight after a drastic diet like Medifast. In fact that's why my original goal was to lose 120 pounds, not 100. So that I had some wiggle room...about 20 pounds of wiggle room to be exact.

So, hey, turns out I was right about needing the wiggle room. Awesome. I guess the good news is that I gained that 18 pounds back over six or seven months and I haven't gained any more in the six months since. But I've been trying to lose that 18 pounds and can't seem to swing it eating greens and protein, 1200 calories a day, and running a bit. Irritating. Now I'm thinking I should just really go on medifast with a 40 pound goal so that I can get to my original goal with staying power. How crazy does this shit sound? C R A Z Y.

Look, I know that some of you will say, "hey you should just let it go" and "you're fine the way you are" etc. But, I'm in charge of me. I want those 18 pounds gone.

In other news, I continue to wear clothes and a lot of 'em. And I still can't take a decent photo.

Thrifted:
  • Worthington black/white tweedy pencil skirt $4
  • Black and white clingy cardigan $4
  • Citroen-y t-shirt $4
  • Patent leather t-straps $7
  • White beads and clip ons $4
  • Scarf $1
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • Hmmm. Needs something. What?
  • Perfectly comfortable business lady wear, eh?
Total outfit cost: $24

Friday, July 20, 2012

Check out my kooky stockings

I have a couple twin sets but I can never really make 'em work. Just...so..monocolor. And this one isn't doing me any favors, ist it? Of course, it's entirely possible that *I* am not doing the sweater any favors. It's all just a bit long and bulky on me.

Thrifted:
  • White twin set with beaded color and lapel $7
  • Swingy black/tweedy skirt with a teeny lace slip peeking out $4
  • Necklaces and earrings $4
  • Chunky black Mudd boots $0 (it's time to wear 'em for free after so so many uses!)
  • Scarf $1
Not thrifted:
  • Tattoo style tights $10 (see the pic below)
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • Nothing special, but I liked wearing it all day. 'Cept for the bulky big-ness of the cardigan.
Total outfit cost: $26

PS: Check out my tights! Oh I know this whole look has been D-O-N-E. But I still like it! I do!



Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Photos are liars

So get this. I continue to be flummoxed by the taking of an honest, non-blurry, not horrible photo every day. I am all over the place and don't really have a system. I have bought a supposedly better digital camera, and I do use a little tripod sitch but still...blurry, a little or a lot. This is despite having been a trained professional photographer in a former lifetime (Sears Portrait Studio. 1983. Assistant Manager. YEAH.)

For today's outfit, I tried to take the photo at the office (I'm always a little bit in a hurry there so I can't fuck around too much) and thought it was fine but blurry. So, I decided that maybe it was all about the light so I took another when I got home. 

At the office. Fakey light.
At home. Sunshiney.
Same girl, same day, same outfit. Uhhh, OKAY. 

Obviously the angle is somewhat different. I kind of hate the one at home where I am an inverted triangle cuz of the higher shelf from which I take it. 

Neither is a good outfit photo.

Ay yi yi. I guess I still get a sense of what's going in with the clothings and the body and stuff. But still. Bah. So different!


Thrifted:
  • Brown polyester a-line circle skirt. I LOVE THIS SKIRT. $7
  • Orange-ish fake leather belt $2
  • Green and white polka dot polyester shirt $4
  • Jean jacket $7
  • Blue and green and white polka dot scarf from my mom $0
  • White ball earrings and necklace $4
Not thrifted:
  • Seychelles wedge mary-jane-ish heels $20
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • I love the idea of a jean jacket but never like it in reality. Too boxy? Or is it that I feel too much like Amy Grant? It does work in terms of color, I think. But everything else, hmmmm.
  • I really liked this outfit other than the jacket. Even if it does make me look very large chestified. Whatever. I am.
Total outfit cost: $44

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

I am your 9th grade spanish teacher.

Actually, my 9th grade spanish teacher was Sister Ernestine. I look, let's say, nothing like her. Maybe more like Sister Paula, my 12th grade art teacher. I TA'd for her. She was a nun, but not the kind that wore a habit or anything and she definitely rocked the vaguely ethnic, natural fiber sort of look like I'm sporting in this getup. Of course, if I was really going for that, I would have worn a mexican smocked shirt. 

I really liked Sister Paula. She was cool. Come to think of it, I think she is the reason I got scouted by the nuns my senior year in high school. I even went to a sleepover at the convent with a bunch of other girls, complete with a Really Spontaneous Midnight Snack Raid. AWKWARD. Those nuns, whoa, they were trying so hard to be friendly and normal and casual in their curlers and robes, but, you know, no. I felt bad for them. Most of them were pretty nice. Still, I wasn't *really* in the market to become a nun and I eventually had to turn down their invitations to Super Fun Nun Events. Once you've seen Sister Anne Eugene in her jams, it's all downhill.

 Thrifted:
  • Beautiful vintage silk travel scarf (tropical/islandy) $2
  • Red acrylic(!) lucky sweater $7
  • Polyester cross-hatch print shirt $3
  • Woven black belt $2
  • Camel sweater material-ish skirt with poncho fringe $4
  • Bangles $4 (so pretty! see the photo below!)
  • Bead-y necklaces $4
  • Pretty little shell clip-ons, gifted
Not thrifted:
  • T.U.K. black peep-toe platforms $16
  • White undershirt $2
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  •  I like the colors in this a lot - camel, black, white, mustard, a little aqua, red.
  • And I LOVE this skirt. Comfortable, charming, and a little retro. AND LONG. Especially since it was 54 degrees in San Francisco when I wore this, that extra warmth was a good thing.
  • But. But. The layers up top needed to be more varied. I could have tucked the shirt in, but it still wasn't right. The sweater needed to be shorter I think. 
  • And, don't laugh, I could have used another necklace.
 Total outfit cost: $44

P.S. Bangles! From the top to the bottom...

  • Orangey/gold thick plastic (maybe bakelite?)
  • Etched asian print on black wood
  • Tortoise-shell looking bone (so the flea market lady said, at least)
  • Mustard plastic (maybe bakelite?)

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

I have always been a little fancy

I have always been just a little bit fancy. OBVS. By "fancy," I mean "drawn to the ridiculous." Oh, I very often didn't quite express it, or, maybe, didn't quite know how to express it. But I always was. Fancy.

I remember when I turned 18 and was on a motorhome trip with my sisters and my one brave brother-in-law. I took a shower and changed into my jams - in this case a thrift store nightgown and peignoir in flouncy white lace. My family busted up with laughter, a little bit at-me-not-with-me actually. Because, well, I was ridiculous.

You learn early on that if you're gonna be the fanciest person in the room, people will stare/laugh/point/roll their eyes/be confused at/by you. I'm not complaining - it's not as if I'm trying to blend in - but at the same time I do find it odd and a little exasperating at times. It's not crazy how being a step or two or six outside the lines is so attention-getting; it's crazy that it elicits some kind of barely concealed contempt. Seriously. It's a head-scratcher. The only way to get used to it is to never do anything else. Then, you don't even notice the stares anymore.

Y'know?

I say all this because I got this amazing little sweater at a thrift store last week. Vintage, ivory, lambswool with a magical (and detachable) fake fur collar. It was marked $10, but it was half-price day. $5! $5-freaking-dollars! So I had to buy it.

But, frankly, I have a bzillion upscaley fancy things that I rarely wear because when do you wear fancy things? So, I just decided to wear it. On a Tuesday. No big. It's just a sweater, right?

Thrifted:

  • The ivory cardigan $5
  • Black nylon t-shirt $3
  • Brown Laredo wrap around skirt $5
  • Black chunky Mudd boots $10
  • Bangles $3
  • Gifted vintage black/gold clip-ons $0
  • Scarf $1
  • Super cool magnifying glass and locket necklace. $2 ( See just how cool below)
Not thrifted: Nothing!

What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • There is nothing like wearing fake fur all day to make you feel like surely you have some sort of event - no, scratch that - some sort of soiree to attend later. I defy anyone not to feel fabulous. Yes, there was a certain amount of aforementioned skeptical attention. But I'm good with that.
  • I'm not certain if its the photo or the outfit, but I kinda lost my waist here. Hmmm.
Total outfit cost:$29

P.S. See this fantastic flea market find of a necklace? See? 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

A clingy black cardigan is the very best cardigan

A true true fact: my clingy black cardigan goes with everything. Witness:














So, it's a sad thing (yeah yeah first world sad blah blah) when your favorite cardi is beginning to get snags and runs and nubbles. This particular one is silk and nylon, so not too many nubs but still. It's getting on. I've been on the lookout for a new one, but the right one of this kind is not too common. And then, while at the Goodwill in Healdsburg on Sunday (where I found a MAGNIFICENT set of wooden tray tables perfect for the inn), I found FIVE. FIVE. All of 'em clingy, all of 'em slightly interesting with a bead or a button or a flower. None are exact, but all are quite good. At $3 each, I bought them all. What can I say - I feel comforted knowing my black clingy cardigan needs are met. It's the little things people!

Here is the first one...It's INC and has nylon floralish embellishments. The person who gave it to the Goodwill probably did so because it's missing a few florets on one side. I actually thought that made it look better. Less matchy-matchy. I consulted with my colleague HB and we pulled a few off the other side too. Now it looks intentionally asymmetrical, but not in the weird wrinkled wrong berkeley rich lady way. 

I am wearing it with my favorite t-shirt of all time - square bodice with halter neckline around the top. See how the white peeks out up there? Awesome.

Thrifted:
  • Black embellished INC cardigan $3
  • White t-shirt $2
  • Orvis long wool skirt with pinks and green floral yarn embroidery around the hemline $4
  • Black high-heeled sketchers $6
  • Bangles $2
  • Pink clipons $2
  • Scarf $1
Not thrifted: Nothing.

What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • I've been in to wearing longer skirts lately in general and particularly now because I have a mad case of poison oak all over my legs. PRETTY. You can't see it, but trust and believe, PRETTY. However, HB and I agreed that this skirt could easily be a little bit more of the knee length variety than mid-calf. 
  • This outfit needed a little rocknroll to cut the country. Not sure what though.
  • The shoes are...not quite right.
Total outfit cost: $20. DANG ME, I'm thrifty!