Double Breasted Blazer, "Polish Power" Tee, Beaded Belt - Vintage, Shorts- Zara, Shoes- Nonage, Arrowhead Earrings- Urban Outfitters, the usual flair
So the above blazer is seriously my favorite article of clothing at the moment- it looks cool with everything and cost me three dollars. BUT. It fucking reeks beyond comprehension. Casey and I have spent the last few weeks trying various de-stinkifying techniques, to no avail. The previous owner must have been like, the Heaviest Smoker On the Planet. I wore it to dinner with my family tonight and the waiter kept sniffing the air, trying to figure out what that awful stench was. Is it weird (yes, definitely) that I found this amusing rather than embarrassing? So Operation Jacket Stench Removal certainly needs to continue, but for now I'm happy to walk around smelling like I spent the last few weeks rolling around on the floor of a particularly low-rent bar. Which is quite possibly what Previous Owner was up to before dusting herself off and selling some junk at St. Vincent's (thrift store here in big D).
Now it's time for Joey and I to watch some old Arrested Development (we're working our way back through the whole show- still hilarious). Happy Saturday Night! I would totally be all Go Mavs! and shit, but just can't quite muster much enthusiasm about the fate of our local basketball team. But uh, if they win I guess that's good because everyone seems really excited. There's this Mavs-related electricity in the air tonight- too bad I haven't a clue why this particular game is so important. And of course neither Joey nor my dad could enlighten me. The two of them are odd in that respect- both total jocks who don't follow any sports at all. They just spent about an hour discussing the finer points of their workout routines, but this huge game tonight never entered the conversation. I mean, my dad freaking played football for the Dallas Cowboys during their golden age, and he doesn't care at all*. UGHHHH. I'm boring myself to death with all this sports-related chatter. Sorry. Arrested Development, here I come.
*Which deeply upsets me when I browse through photos of his football days- you would not BELIEVE the amazing jerseys and tee shirts he just threw away. I missed out on some awesome vintage clothing. I actually had one (one!) perfectly paper-thin NFL shirt that mom managed to keep but of course some awful human being stole it my freshman year of college. The freshman dorms were seriously sticky finger central.