I end up rambling about Titanic-related issues in this post.

Waffle Sweater- Theory, Lace Dress- Free People, Leopard Oxfords- Forever XI, Arrow Collar- Fallon, Hourglass Necklace- BCBGeneration, Earrings- Free People, Gold Sweetheart Bracelets- Vintage, the usual rings

I got the ol' roots done yesterday. I didn't think it was possible for my hair to get any whiter, but I'm ecstatic to be proven wrong. Renee, my hairstylist, is unbelievably talented and works at Orange in Deep Ellum- just FYI for any fellow Dallasites who care to know. Anyway, I decided to celebrate the root-whitening by matching my entire outfit to my hair. That statement sounds a lot less strange in my head. 

God, our new apartment setup has been really bad for my rambling- I have one eye on the TV (Southpark!) and one eye on the computer. This new capability isn't something my mind can handle. 

Anywho, now I'm gonna talk at you about jewelry. I've become completely obsessed with collecting Sweetheart Bracelets, which are probably the most fascinating things ever. I'm wearing two of them in the third photo, one from 1907 and the other from the WWII Era. I just found one on Ebay from some random fraternity in 1905 and I desperately want it- the prices vacillate wildly though and this one is most definitely out of my league. I love how they each have some mysterious history- for whatever reason I immediately associated the aqua rhinestone one with the sinking of the Titanic. Which is pretty strange since it's engraved with a date in 1907, and the Titanic definitely sank in 1912. And of of course there's always the tiny detail that not every single human alive in 1912 was a passenger on the Titanic. 

Speaking of which: you know those enormous blow-up slides that are made out of bounce-house material? Well, I was driving past this Methodist church and they were having some kind of lame childrens' carnival. One of the attractions was a bounce-house slide thingee that had a freaking "Titanic sinking" theme. Because 2,000 people didn't die tragically in that disaster or anything. I had to like stop my car and sort of gawk at all these kids happily sliding away, their mothers cheering them on and seemingly finding absolutely nothing disturbing or uhmmm offensive about the whole shebang. So. Strange.

Ok, I'm off to do some important falling asleep in front of the TV. 

By the way: since this post somehow became Titanic-themed, you totally need to check out the original 1953 film. It's beautiful, and quite a bit less corny than the one we all saw in middle school. Just a tip.

That was a really, really odd post. Whoops.