tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57955980237024952002024-03-16T13:52:41.464-05:00Fashion LitterMargarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-435715232134703302013-07-23T13:28:00.001-05:002013-07-23T14:39:40.983-05:00Gucci<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm back, back. My photographer/soulmate/best buddy/left brain/personal motivator (quite a list of superlatives, I know) has been on a jaunt through Europe (must be nice) so I let the blog fall fallow for longer than I'd planned. How do you like the decoration someone added to my car? So, so kind. I'm unsure as to whether I should freak out and assume I'm being stalked, or just accept that this what happens in Los Angeles. Oh, well. There's something dramatic, almost guerilla-artistic about the contrast between the angry white scratches and the blood-red door. So uh, thank you, mystery person, for your creative contribution to improving the aesthetics of my Toyota Yaris.</div>
Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-70819139183230764772013-05-22T15:30:00.002-05:002013-05-22T15:42:15.021-05:00Blue and Orange and Omg the Men on the Venice Boardwalk are Creepy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I feel a little awkward jumping in to the whole "rambling about every aspect of my life" thing after such a long silence. Oh! I do have one thing: my best friend just got in to Harvard Law and I'm over the moon excited. My lovely, silly, hilarious, wonderful Paige has worked toward this for years, and nobody has ever deserved anything more. I'm so proud of you, little lady!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Oh, Hai! I suppose I'm blogging again. I'd say "I'm back", but it always seems somewhat...imperious, I guess, when bloggers say that. Also, I haven't touched this thing in about two years so "I'm back" doesn't seem sufficient. My life is totally, utterly different now. I live in LA, have an actual grown-up career (Like, what? Since when am I gainfully employed?), and am happily free of all romantic entanglements for the first time since I was about fourteen (Wow, that's sad...Sorry, Gloria Steinem). Yay! I'm Mary Tyler Moore, except, not really. Contrary to popular belief, I can not turn the world on with my smile. So, uh...now that I've presented a super awkward, rather arrogant, unsolicited pseudo-resume...I guess I'll just wrap it up. I'm endlessly excited to have this creative outlet again. I've missed the whole blogging routine, especially the part where I get to fill this blank space with my clumsy words.</span></div>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;">I had no plans for the above jacket beyond Halloween, but have slowly realized it looks awesome in any/every situation. Thanks, person who designed Guess jackets in the early '90s, for providing me with the opportunity to look a bit like the Cookie Monster, and a bit like a streetwalker. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But for once, clothing and clothing-related issues are not the first thing on my mind. I have become utterly obsessed with interior design, as my endless house search ended a couple weeks ago. "Ended" is a rather small word, really. I now reside in the silliest, most wonderful, funhouse to ever grace the DFW Metroplex. Example: the foyer is a SOLARIUM. And there are so many secret closets that I'm still finding them. And each bathroom has a theme (paisley bathroom, glass bathroom ((sexyyy)), completely red bathroom, etc), and I know you'll want to punch me if I say "and" again, but grammar flies out the window when I start blathering about this place. It was built in the '30s, makes me feel like Eloise, and is imbued with a sense of magic I can't really explain. It's a blissfully happy version of the haunted dance school in Suspiria (my favorite Dario Argento film). Bleghh, I will just post photos once we've decorated. I can't explain it with my clumsy words. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">HOWEVER- there is one problem. I have huge ideas and a small budget. Advice, please! I imagine most of you are good at this kind of thing, so any genius decorating tips are beyond appreciated. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.S.- I just realized you probably assume the above photos were taken in our new place, but that would be The Famous Ethan Ivey Shaw's old bedroom. I'm sure he's already painted something like that uh, mural/quotable quote on his dorm wall. Ethan, if you're reading this: I can't wait to see you on Thanksgiving. I'll bring a pile of books for you, my literary little brother. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.P.S.- Sorry that last part veered into private phone call/message territory. I'm a bit emotional due to the sudden and toosadtoreallytalkaboutsonodetails loss of my kitty, General Sherman. He ran away, but my parents have been working so hard to get him back that I can't help but think this is a temporary parting. HAPPY THOUGHTS NOW. FEATHERS! </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I'm not dead. However, I am divorced! Yep. Hence the whole "disappearing for almost two months" thing</span></span></span><span class="st" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">—</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I left my photographer. So Joey will no longer be a character on this blog. But Casey and Mom are still around! And I've got plenty of new characters to fill the void in your heart. Because I know random, half-explained stories about the people in my life are real void-fillers. To avoid being gauche, I'm not going to air as much dirty laundry as usual. Just know that there is absolutely no reason for you to feel sorry for me, and I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Recently, I've been obsessed with the DH Lawrence poem, "In a Boat". This is a roundabout way of telling you what is going on in my life without actually telling you. God, the lengths I'll go to over share on the internet. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Moving on! I chopped my hair. Yes, it sounds painfully cliche after a breakup, but had more to do with too much bleach and too little conditioner than some sort of psychological cleansing ritual. I kinda wish I could tell you a dramatic "scissors, mirror, single tear running down my cheek, sad music trilling away in the background" story, but no such luck. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm not going to ramble for five years, partially because I want to stop using this blog as a forum for whatever random thought pops into my head (ok, that was a total lie: my random thoughts are gonna stick around, they'll just be a bit more edited), but mainly because I just bought the new <i>Teen Vogue</i> (Oh, stop being such a snob! I know you read it, too!) with Alexa Chung on the cover, and (unlike the stupendously boring Peaches$$$Geldofs we're supposed to worship*) she actually has that whole "I would purchase/support basically anything she's involved in" thing. Oh, and she definitely has the "I bought her entire over-priced Madewell collection, including the stupid cosmetics bag" thing. Less complicated version: I am an enormously devout Alexa Chung fan-girl. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">*I know, it seems like I say something negative about ol' Peaches in every post. But have you ever read her abysmal <i>NYLON</i> articles? And did you know that they're ghostwritten?? And doesn't that make you wonder if she's, umm, literate? Also: the emperor has no clothes, people. She doesn't dress that well. Which is mind-blowing, considering her connections. I know I'm preaching to the choir, I've yet to come across anyone who harbors some huge Peaches crush. So I'll stop, but first I shall leave you with this very depressing thought: I wonder how many teenage girls know everything about the Geldof sisters, and nothing about Gloria Steinem. HA! I'm so predictable. First post in over a month, and already back to my pseudo-feminist hand-wringing. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-4951467600145112092011-08-23T10:10:00.001-05:002011-08-23T10:29:58.109-05:00Hi, Daddy! Hi, Taylor! Hi, Entire State of Tennessee!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hKepty3BxI/TlMh72NBV6I/AAAAAAAABQQ/ucMQbQnE9sc/s1600/IMG_3728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hKepty3BxI/TlMh72NBV6I/AAAAAAAABQQ/ucMQbQnE9sc/s1600/IMG_3728.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlHqF9sAlU8/TlMiLOZQbsI/AAAAAAAABQo/MM1oRmuulCI/s1600/IMG_3732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlHqF9sAlU8/TlMiLOZQbsI/AAAAAAAABQo/MM1oRmuulCI/s1600/IMG_3732.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;">Shirt- My dad's practice shirt from college football, Belt- has sorta made the rounds within my friends and family to the point where I'm not even sure anymore, Shorts- LF, FACE BAG!!!- I snapped that shit up before Taylor had a chance to think twice (i.e. vintage that I bought from Taylor), Boots- exact same situation as the aforementioned, the light-up thing is a watch. That's how it tells time. I brought it back from my trip to the Space Age, Triforce Ring- Pamela Love, Cross Bracelet- Konstantino, cause I'm a fancy lady. Told you to stop reading this part. It's just gonna get apeshittier and apeshittier.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This post is weird. I'm gonna post again tonight anyway, so, outline format, take it away...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Sorry the outfit is a bit boring. Joey and I were in the parking lot of our local "North Texas Attempts Some Kind of Independent Film Store, Fails", realized I was wearing the OfficialTaylorConzelmanOfThingsOnHangersLeatherSmotheringBag AND the OfficialTaylorConzelmanOfThingsOnHangersGrannyBoots, so decided to go ahead, try and minimize my increasingly David Bowie-esque face (Thanks, blahbleghblah, for causing the least flattering weight loss possible!), and show you people what you really want to see. Which would be the aforementioned Conzelman Smothering Bag. We're a morbid lot, aren't we? Speaking of morbid:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> - I lucked out on a perfectly preserved antique Victorian </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Mourning Locket yesterday. Dead hair and all. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> - I also got another one of those shiny dead beetle lucite </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> bracelets that creep my mom out so much!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> - See, sometimes I talk about shopping.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> - Still no fashion anywhere in this post, though. I think I </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> kinda dislike fashion. My <i>style</i> icons are Henry Rollins and </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Brother Ethan. Female-wise...probably the angelic girl </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> who rang me up at Half-Price Books yesterday. And Riley </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Deaver. But see, all those people are too busy being singer/</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> poets, awesome hippie brothers, mysterious book pixies, and </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> amazing singer/dancer/actresses (god, Riley, is there </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> anything you can't do?) to care about "fashion". </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I should </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> have thought through this last summer when I started a </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> blog and named it, uh, FASHIONlitter. I guess I just can't</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> bring myself to find "icon-status" inspiration in someone </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I don't even know. I shall make an exception for the late, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> great Ruth Gordon, and a fictional literary character- </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Daisy Miller. OH! And Madeline (the blogger, not the child</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> who lived in the Plaza), and Taylor, and Stephanie...ok, if </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I start naming blog-friends this could go on all day. But I </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> can't forget Casey Strawberry Freckleface. Or Langley Meek. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> She isn't a blogger...more of a guru of all things. Fun </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Fact: Langley Meek has two sisters, all three of them are </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> stunningly gorgeous. Joey likes to ponder that often- not </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> in a creepy way, more from a genetic standpoint.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> - I was silly not to name this blog something more </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> creative, like my cousin, Sarah, who just started a tumblr </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> <a href="http://www.moonlightstarbright.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">www.moonlightstarbright.tumblr.com</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> - You should visit my cousin Sarah's tumblr.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> - She is that beautiful pin-up badass I featured</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">. The </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Zelda Fitzgerald genius Alabama native, remember?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Ok, my outline got all bonkers, and I only have a couple more things to say. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">First: just thought of a few more style icons, and I happened to notice that, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">once again, there's no Pixie Geldof-esque blahblahs to be found (but let's be honest and ask ourselves why, exactly, Pixie $ Geldof $ is $ a $ fashion $ icon...$$??). There's Travis Jennings Brown, who already sounds like a Hemingway-esque author (if you think I'm referring to Dree Hemingway, then I will seriously block you from my blog), but isn't quite yet. He will be our generation's Hemingway, though, and I shall supplicate at his feet. Maybe he'll let me write a rambling intro or some shit when they do his biography. I could talk about that one of those Den of Iniquity weekends. I promise there will be Simon, and Garfunkel, and naked night swimming. There might be some illicit substances, but then again, maybe we were all straight arrows. I guess you'll find out in fifty years when I write this intro. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Last but not Least: did you know my daddy was like, a super serious football player? Fascinating factoid, eh? He played Center (?) for the Dallas Cowboys. That's why I live here. Seriously. If he'd been drafted by the Green Bay Packers, well, I'd be me, but in Green Bay. Which I imagine involves a shit-ton of turtlenecks and very little barefoot time. that scares me. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">That was basically ALL tangent. I sounded like an annoying person who took speed. And made about as much sense. Forgive me, I'm doing about five things at once. And I'm not gonna proofread (eeep!). Publish.</span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-86071169798352277962011-08-13T15:28:00.001-05:002011-08-13T15:37:34.151-05:00Ethan Starts College on Monday and I am LOSING IT. This Post Is All Kinds of Crazy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCeGxb9KSgs/TkYPBREnHYI/AAAAAAAABPw/GFzKMTlQNIo/s1600/IMG_3694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="1064" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WCeGxb9KSgs/TkYPBREnHYI/AAAAAAAABPw/GFzKMTlQNIo/s1600/IMG_3694.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">How cool is that last photo? It kinda makes me nauseous...but pretty much everything makes me nauseous these days, so no surprise there. Every morning I open one eye, cautious, breath-held, praying (to whom?) that the fluid sloshing around in my ears isn't gonna result in another day/days/week spent lying on the couch, waiting for the world to stop spinning. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Explanation: Lucky Ol' Margaret (oh, fuck off, I know referring to oneself in the third person is lame) has another odd illness!!! Technically, I've had the same illness since twenty. I've never mentioned this on the blog, because it <i>is</i> ostensibly a style blog of some sort, but I had a rare auto-immune disease called Guillain-Barre Syndrome, which involves years of recuperation/setbacks. Illness talk is never interesting and always depressing, so if you feel the need for details or a disgusting symptomatic rundown, wikipedia those three evil words. "Guillain-Barre Syndrome". SO. FUCKING. HORRIBLE.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Anyway, the random, ridiculous after-effects of GB linger for years, which sucks. Obviously. And it seems to hurt everything, and currently that thing is my inner ears. I'm sorta at the point where my mom has to accompany me on every doctor visit because all I hear is "bleghbleghbleghbleghhhh". So from what my mother has told me via my ear specialist, I have Labrynthitis. Which basically is just a huge excess of fluid sloshing around inside my ears. Apparently, this is normal for those lucky few who are sorta not really kinda hopefully recovering from an Autoimmune Disease. But if "normal" means having the spins way too often (you know, like when you're wayyy too drunk?), tripping/falling like a toddler, and wasting chunks of my life sprawled on the couch, then fuck normal. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">God, I sound angry. Like, Henry Rollins angry. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'm actually quite happy (like, Wayne Coyne happy) thanks to the FANTABULOUS TAYLOR CONZELMAN! Taylor (<a href="http://www.thingsonhangers.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">www.thingsonhangers.com</span></a>), you made my day, week, month, whatever, with the amazing FACE BAG...plus some other really cool junk I would never have sold. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sorry for all the complaining, brother Ethan leaves for college on Monday and I'm starting to lose it. A bit. Or maybe a lot. Colorado is far away and Ethan is so independent and all I can do to keep from a full-on sobbing episode is remember that he will be perfect at whatever he decides to be perfect at- and you will know his name. If you're cool enough. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Because here's the thing- Ethan, Griffen and I are a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to us. We see colors like you hear jet planes.*</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*That last part was...ehhh "modified plagiarism"? Sort of a mishmash of Dave Eggers book quotes that probably made sense to only me. </span></div></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-9451140418049423362011-08-05T11:40:00.000-05:002011-08-05T11:40:55.377-05:00Margaret, the red-nosed lady...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdNwENlx9Iw/TjuNRkRbu3I/AAAAAAAABPQ/nboYFaHuiqc/s1600/IMG_3655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="1030" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdNwENlx9Iw/TjuNRkRbu3I/AAAAAAAABPQ/nboYFaHuiqc/s1600/IMG_3655.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSdNY31lugs/TjuNjuj3VFI/AAAAAAAABPk/0EEuDWS6saU/s1600/IMG_3670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSdNY31lugs/TjuNjuj3VFI/AAAAAAAABPk/0EEuDWS6saU/s1600/IMG_3670.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;">Coin Vest- vintage, Nirvana Tee- Chaser, so fake vintage (I liked the graphic, ok?), White Cutoffs- Siwy, Belt- vintage, Loafers- men's vintage, Slave Bracelet- vintage...ok, everything else except the earrings (UO) is vintage. Nobody reads this part anyway, from now on I'm getting rid of it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My brothers and I are hopelessly impulsive. Like, "How did I end up in Oklahoma with no wallet and a penis tattoo?" impulsive. Or "Why did one glance at a photo of Tao Okomato's bowl cut cause me to chop my hair off with meat scissors over the kitchen trash can and no mirror?". Usually our shared impulsivity gets us into trouble, but I'm seriously proud of my hair-cutting success! This particular adventure ended quite well, except for the part where Joey gleefully grabbed a hunk of discarded hair out of the trash and shouted "Just like a hay bale!". Sad, but so true. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'm off to enjoy my second birthday (long story), but welcome any opinions regarding the new hair. I'm kinda digging the obvious choppiness and awkward length, but am no coward when it comes to going shorter. Should I go balls-out and shave my head (that's only sort of a joke)? Or go back to the "Rosemary's Baby" pixie I had for my wedding? Opinions, please (if you aren't super pissed that I've been a horrible commenter lately...). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">BTW. How amazing is that vest? The best part is the symphony of jingles and jangles that probably drives people crazy. But come on, the kind of person who would be super annoyed by a lovely little symphony of jingles and jangles is dour, pinched, and probably teaches Geometry. And fails you at the end of the semester with a 68 or 69. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'm in a hurry and am just gonna publish this, so any nonsense is probably not intended nonsense.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">WAIT!!! My amazing cousin Sarah Sheffield started a Tumblr, and I'm already riveted. I get a bit teary-eyed at what an amazeballs (stole that word from her) beautiful Zelda Fitzgerald Marilyn Monroe genius perfect hilarious cousin Sarah is. So go to <a href="http://www.moonlightstarbright.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">www.moonlightstarbright.tumblr.com</span></a> and enjoy the ride. </span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-58089755345211512082011-08-04T19:57:00.000-05:002011-08-04T19:57:24.460-05:00Miami Arts District<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vw9xDaOQ7WM/TjokI9SS9tI/AAAAAAAABOY/dt4v2N5hZSM/s1600/DSCN0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="553" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vw9xDaOQ7WM/TjokI9SS9tI/AAAAAAAABOY/dt4v2N5hZSM/s1600/DSCN0481.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvXEOZY0VrA/TjolAlwpGAI/AAAAAAAABPI/IKfhECc5HGg/s1600/DSCN0543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="853" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvXEOZY0VrA/TjolAlwpGAI/AAAAAAAABPI/IKfhECc5HGg/s1600/DSCN0543.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;">Shorts- Obesity and Speed, Top- stolen from my mom's cloest, Belt Buckle- vintage, Creeper-esque shoes- Nonage, Tie Dye Socks- Journeys, Bakelite/Insect Bangle- vintage, blahblah more flair who cares</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hello, people (person?). I spent a lovely week in Miami and finally got to see the awesomeness at the Arts District. Joey stayed home with his unyielding work ethic, which was sad since he's quite the fan of propaganda art and we ended up at Shepard Fairey land. In case you've been hiding under a giant rock for the last six months, that's Ai WeiWei I'm pointing at in the seventh photo. I refused to pose in front of the art, because posing in front of art is awful and horrible and wrong on so so many levels, hence the generally awkward photos. The posting slowdown should end soon, but maybe not. I'm having a bit of a "who am i?" blogging crisis. </span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-19530744299230599582011-07-20T22:45:00.002-05:002011-07-20T22:47:44.314-05:00Peter Max Homage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-7GUEa_hVQ/TiZsvYzl0fI/AAAAAAAABNg/nCGR56NeQwA/s1600/IMG_3583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="709" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-7GUEa_hVQ/TiZsvYzl0fI/AAAAAAAABNg/nCGR56NeQwA/s1600/IMG_3583.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Regarding the denim vest: husband Joey doesn't like to brag about his artistic ability, so I shall do the bragging for him. Because of my obsession with all things Peter Max, I basically asked Joey to copy Max's "Closer to God", but with even more neon. Also, a bunch of planets cause planets are cool as shit. So on Saturday Joey sat down and knocked this thing out in about four hours. Pretty impressive, right?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Mom and I are super into hair wraps and basically anything hair wrap-related at the moment, so if you were kinda squinting at your desktop like, "huh? What's in her hair?", that would be it. I wish my hair were thicker because I'd like to have some really thick dread-wrap type junk going on. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- I don't think I've worn the above shorts on the blog yet, but in real life they've become my #1 wardrobe staple. It's pretty amazing what you can accomplish with $1 thrift denim and some purple RIT dye. Actually, we've been going bonkers with RIT in general around here, along with about thirty other projects. Then there's all the (future) home projects I've got floating around in my brain. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- I turn 25 next week, which for some reason seems way older than 24. Maybe cause it coincides with us FINALLY buying our own place (don't want to jinx this, but it looks like we've found exactly what we wanted- like, beyond our wildest dreams what we wanted).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Casey (<a href="http://www.beautyandtheecstasy.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">www.beautyandtheecstasy.blogspot.com</span></a>), my mom and I are heading down to Miami next week for a bit of a 25th birthday celebration. Yay! Expect a lot of "beachy" twinsies photos. Minus the obligatory tan with me. I freckle, which is nice, but that's about it. Speaking of twinsies, head on over to Casey's blog soon cause the dress she's wearing in the last picture is seriously perfect. Except for the fact that I'm a giant so it's way too short for me, hence no borrowing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Taylor (<a href="http://www.thingsonhangers.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">www.thingsonhangers.com</span></a>) is selling me her AMAZINGLY creepy "face" handbag, so you people are gonna get to see a LOT of that highly divisive piece of vintage wonderment. If I could have any handbag ever available, I think I'd still pick the face bag. You're gonna regret selling this one so so bad, Taylor. But don't reconsider. Please. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Random: I've been really into "quotable quotes" recently. Feel free to share a favorite, if you're so inclined. </span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-63505229278489992682011-07-16T15:13:00.003-05:002011-07-16T19:54:29.664-05:00Yes, I Am Alive + Personal Style Icon #3: Sarah Sheffield<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cq4XkD_ViYg/Th-X0U6HoZI/AAAAAAAABMo/PcT7WlyLryg/s1600/IMG_3485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="484" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cq4XkD_ViYg/Th-X0U6HoZI/AAAAAAAABMo/PcT7WlyLryg/s1600/IMG_3485.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6DMv_7Z5Ek/Th-YPTIBq-I/AAAAAAAABNA/V0ITT0bV-Ws/s1600/IMG_3526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6DMv_7Z5Ek/Th-YPTIBq-I/AAAAAAAABNA/V0ITT0bV-Ws/s1600/IMG_3526.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Dress- 90's Vintage (Dallas Vintage Shop), Platforms- Vera Wang Lavender Label, Earrings- Odd but awesome Sally Beauty Supply knockoff in rural Alabama, Sweetheart Bracelets- Ebay (vintage), Cobra Arm Thingy- Another Time and Place, Beaded Pouch Necklace- Vintage (What's On Second in Birmingham, Al), Other Necklaces- Sorta self-made I guess</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Heyyy! So about last week...and the week before...I don't have much of an explanation regarding my lengthy blog absence, or billions of readers still checking my weirdo blog often enough to merit one of these: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Guys, I'm SOGODDAMNSORRY for being a <i>horrible</i> blogger, I know life was incomplete without your superfuckingessential thrice-weekly dose of...uhm, photos in which I wear my clothes and wander around trying to look natural yet somewhat attractive/overly detailed and confusing clothing credits/lengthy nonsensical screeds about cats, random esoteric shit, the latest Mom News, the latest Casey News, how every film sucks except <i>Harold and Maude</i>, how every musician sucks except Cat Stevens and Lou Reed, and the always lengthy portion where I do a LOT of hand-wringing about how "insert my punching bag of the moment here" is a bad feminist. I rarely manage to talk about my blog's ostensible subject- fashion. And litter. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So that pseudo-apology kinda took a wrong turn and ended up in Bonkersland. I would delete, but Bonkersland is probably pretty entertaining. Ok, obviously I'm gonna have to ease myself back into the whole "writing a post that isn't complete nonsense" thing. So a few bullet points, then I shall share the next personal style icon with my remaining reader(s?).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Casey Anthony is guilty. So SO SO guilty. But I think I always kinda knew she wouldn't have to pay for murdering her daughter. After the initial "Are you kidding me? Not even guilty of Felony Child Abuse? WHO ARE THESE JURORS?" shock started to dissipate, I realized it was just another case of attractive white girl syndrome (or we could just drop the fancy titles and call it RACISM). I'd elaborate, but then I'd end up vomiting all over Joey's precious Mac. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Speaking of Joey, the two of us are finally, finally moving into our very own place! These are the top reasons for my overweening excitement: Exposed brick walls on which we can display our "art" (the quotes are there for a reason- we tack up some weird ass shit)! A backyard for the teepee Joey plans to build! Painting a giant rainbow on a wall, then christening it our "Official Quote Wall"- anyone can write anything that speaks to them. But I get the first quote..."I have learned that to be with those I like is ENOUGH."- Walt Whitman. Perfectly, profoundly simple way to start things off, eh? And last but not least, the serene knowledge that we can do whatever we want to whatever we want whenever we want, because it's OURS. YESSSSSS!!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Mom, don't worry about little Liza, after a short yet stinky vomiting episode on the way up to Plano, she immediately asserted herself as the Ruler of Legacy. Joey decided she has become a Park Cities Snob Cat. Sherman and Boss were quite welcoming, but she kinda just ignored them (Plano cats...so inferior!). She has been choosing strange hangouts, though. Last night, after stumbling half-asleep to the dark bathroom at 3 am and sitting down to pee, I heard the most horrifying screech/howl/meow/mogwai noise, EVER. Liza, huge eyes glowing, jumped out from behind the toilet (Yes, she was hanging out <i>behind</i> the <i>toilet</i>) and seriously <i>threw</i> her little four pound body at me. Possibly the single oddest and most terrifying moment, ever. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- FYI: If you aren't my mom, the above story refers to cats. I just realized how insane that whole thing would sound if you assumed these were humans. Mom is worried because we're babysitting her cat this weekend. She assumed our two cats would bully her cat. NOPE. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Trust me, if you only read one of my Icon posts, this should be the one. Say hello to my fascinatingly original cousin, Sarah Sheffield! She's Betty Page, Gloria Steinem, and Zelda Fitzgerald all wrapped into one flamazing seventeen-year-old.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Her style icons are pinup types like Jane Russell, Betty Page, and Marilyn Monroe. Sarah certainly rocks the 40's/50's pinup look, but I love how she throws in elements of Rockabilly and Pseudo-Punk style to make it her own. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Before we move on: these photos were all taken by Joey in Alabama at the Shaw Family Farm (aka Pinthlocco Plantation) in one of our restored cabins. The farm is one of my favorite places in the world: partially because my Dad, Grandad, and other Shaws have added, renovated, and beautified our family land over the years into something too special to adequately describe, but mainly because most of the enormous (really, ENORMOUS) Shaw family lives within a few hours of the farm (mostly around the Birmingham area). So whenever we go, it's like a family reunion. Obviously, I get to have a much closer relationship with my extended family than most. Sorry for the digression, but our magical corner of Coosa County, Alabama, is too unique to easily explain. And it's given me the chance to really know Sarah, and watch as she's grown up. Although she's one of those few fascinating people who were born mature. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Cool Stove, right? Anyway, she's wearing shoes and a skirt she found at the Goodwill in Alexander City, Al. It isn't a city. It's a sleepy, odd little town about half an hour from the farm. And people keep their old crap forever, so imagine how great the thrift stores are...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The Sailor Jerry-esque necklace is definitely a Sarah wardrobe staple, as are awesome rings (notice the giant frog?)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I love how my crochet top has a completely different vibe on her than it does on me. It says a lot about her personal style.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sarah loves the whole "Rosie the Riveter" bandana look. This is my favorite photo of her- the outfit kinda encompasses all the genres she gathers from. And I don't know anyone else who can do gauges and a nose ring, but still evoke the whole pinup look. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The "Detroit" shirt is Urban Outfitters (I think), and the studded bra was another "crafting and up-cycling at the farm" creation. It started out as a Goodwill random sorta creepy green bra. Notice the chain straps she made?</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sarah is only seventeen, which kinda blows my mind when she's advising me on a crafting/upcycling project I can't figure out, or calmly discussing seriously deep issues with insight/maturity most adults will never master (as she simultaneously drives me around downtown Birmingham, AL while I flip out in the passenger seat about making it to a certain vintage store before they close (("OMG, SARAH, ARE WE GONNA GET THERE? HEY, SERIOUSLY, SARAH, HOW FAR AWAY ARE WE NOW...AND NOW?!)). Sarah being Sarah, when we finally made it (just in time!) and had to run two blocks to get there, she beat me while wearing heels. I had moccasins on. Perfect example of how she's a lady AND one of the toughest people I know. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Growing up in Birmingham isn't easy for those who are a bit alternative. And as Sarah says, "Just so you get what I mean by "alternative", think basically anyone who doesn't tease their blonde hair sky high and wear Ann Taylor. Loft, if they feel adventurous." When I referred to her as Zelda Fitzgerald earlier, I meant her willingness to be completely herself in a city that doesn't welcome personal expression much. I also feel that they share a knowledge of exactly who they are, and exactly where they are going, which is sososo unusual to find in a teenager. Zelda's famous quote about being a flapper (and therefore VERY ALTERNATIVE) in Montgomery, Alabama, is the perfect way to end this post. Because it describes Sarah exactly.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So I actually hadn't planned on posting today, but upon showing my mom the AMAZING new poodle-esque vintage skirt pictured above, she brought out the nice heirloom-type jewelry and decided to play Tuesday Morning Stylist! If you're one of the lucky few who know my mother, you understand how amazing a garment (Bah! Hate that word!) must be to pique her interest. And come on, this skirt is FLAMAZING. Ok, bullet point time. This little outline format phase I've been going through is nice...probably less terrifying for you guys to slog through.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Regarding the skirt: I speak zero French, but apparently the writing is something like "He loves me, he loves me not." Which is just beyond adorable...look at those flower petals! Who didn't play that game as a child? I can't get over the gorgeousness of every little stitch, button, and rhinestone on this thing. Even the red lining is perfect. I doubt "the flower skirt" (I tend to give my clothing handy nicknames) is gonna be hanging out at too many bars or music festivals any time soon. I keep thinking it's gonna like, fall apart if I touch it the wrong way...nope, not used to having such nice things. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- How cool is the multicolored stone bracelet my mom let me wear? It belonged to my Grandmother, who was such an amazing person (I know it's cliche to drone on and on about the greatness of one's grandparents, but there was literally <i>nothing</i> cliche about Grandma)...she passed away before I graduated high school, and I'd do anything for her to have met Joey. Like my mom, she was hilarious, sarcastic, and completely (refreshingly) herself. I just now decided that after my upcoming "Personal Style Icon" post (Ethan...again...my little brother is unendingly inspiring), I'm gonna do one on Grandma. I already have like ten photos in mind (Mom! Start tracking them down!).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- See that little Mogwai creature in the last photo? She's actually a Persian cat named Liza Minnelli. Liza has only one tooth left, partially because she is older than you (whoever you are), and partially because most of her life was horribly difficult. Because of her tininess (4 pounds!), she was stuck in a cage and forced to give birth to litter after litter of equally tiny kittens- gotta have more fodder for the "tiny animals" craze! Because 'Mericans need their cats and dogs TEACUP sized, OK? I mean, who gives a fuck about the health of the animal? Just keep cranking out those tiny pets! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- I saw <i>Bad Teacher </i>this evening, and whoaa...bad film. BAD FILM. Joey and I walked out after about an hour, and, uhhh, maybe the last part was soooo unbelievably amazing it made up for...nahhh. I bet it didn't. And now I don't want to write anything else about that waste of celluloid. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- I recently bought a pair of white silky pants at a thrift store here in big D (Dallas, come on people!), and just noticed that they happen to be vintage Emanuel Ungaro. Awesome surprise, eh? I was wondering why they seemed so nicely made. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- One last thing I can't keep from mentioning. When you remove an utterly toxic person from your life, it's sorta like losing twenty pounds. I feel like I just lost about forty. THAT is how unbelievably awful it was to walk around knowing a certain female. Earlier this evening, Joey asked me, "So what's the latest with ( )?". I smiled to myself, realizing that I don't have to care anymore. And realizing I don't have to care anymore was sorta like noticing my thrifted pants were Ungaro. Or listening to my little brother give a beautifully-reasoned political argument. Or giggling like a maniac at something hilarious Casey says. I know this whole freaking post is getting sappy to the point of "ok, what varietal did she smoke and how can I get some?", but dude- sometimes the calm after the storm is so blissfully calm that you can't help but get a bit earnest. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*Sorry I have been such a terrible comment-returner/blog-reader the last couple weeks! I promise to stop with the laziness!</span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-69667475221984179582011-06-25T23:41:00.001-05:002011-06-25T23:41:51.717-05:00Is it possible to be jealous of my own shoes?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRsf8p0MvLo/TgaimB9O5rI/AAAAAAAABDU/E2XsNJUhDRg/s1600/IMG_3083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="960" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRsf8p0MvLo/TgaimB9O5rI/AAAAAAAABDU/E2XsNJUhDRg/s1600/IMG_3083.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So I feel kinda guilty about the ten (TEN!) photos, and will try to make this short. Bullet point time!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- I acknowledge that my roots are scary, but don't quite feel like remedying the situation yet. Oh well.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Casey and I have been total vintage warriors recently (prompted by her trip to the Best Flea Market of All Time while in LA), which has led us down a rabbit hole of strange and wonderful crafting/up-cycling. Yesterday afternoon we stole one of Joey's old Baylor tees and went bonkers. There are studs, spikes, kitty cat patches, a (really good) marker drawing of a unicorn, and a super special, super eloquent message to The Land of Kenneth Starr. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- How great is this location? Joey found it, but was super terrified that someone was gonna jump out of a train car and like, shiv me. Thankfully, no shiving (new word?) occurred. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- I want to dye a a black leather vest like, a really pretty dark greenish seawater color. If this is possible, then shoot me an email, pretty please. Directions would be great!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- If you feel like learning about a COMPLETELY AMAZING historical figure who should be WAY more famous, google "Mildred Fish-Harnack". Her husband (Arvid Harnack) was equally amazing, but recently I've been focusing on the ladies. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- Sometimes I have this little fantasy regarding my old high school (Highland Park). Here it is: the Freshman would be forced to gather in the auditorium, and I would lecture about a heroic, kickass WOMAN. The girls desperately need some empowerment, and (many of) the boys need to stop treating the girls like subhumans. I hear stories from my brothers that really just come down to utter sexism. Like, shocking sexism.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sadly my little dream could never happen, because I screamed at the school principal the day before brother Ethan's graduation. That guy is a first class wiener. </span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-33219100892225566652011-06-19T01:33:00.001-05:002011-06-19T02:51:44.068-05:00SO Much Neon.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_AwB4TO5Yc/Tf2S95IrloI/AAAAAAAABB8/atAqHHDDl_I/s1600/IMG_2950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="604" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_AwB4TO5Yc/Tf2S95IrloI/AAAAAAAABB8/atAqHHDDl_I/s640/IMG_2950.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So I wasn't planning on writing anything, but there is just way too much in these photos that kinda needs explaining. I shall do so through a few handy bullet points. Cause I am lazy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">- The top set of photos is from a few days ago...Casey and I decided that it was absolutely imperative to do some "neon-themed twinsies photos". I love how insane all the jewelry/flair looks, especially the matching "Bestie" bracelets, which are definitely from Justice (which I learned is actually just Limited Too with a new ((and inferior)) name). The lime green cutoffs are also Justice...since when does a girls' size 16 exist? I'm pretty sure you had to jump off the "this store blasts an ear-poundingly horrible bastardized up-tempo (!) version of Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah' performed by a band of little Biebers" wagon once you passed size 12 when I was young. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">= The second set involves a tee shirt I feel needs a wee bit of explanation. Yes, I went to Baylor. Yes, I hated/hate that university. But the "PellaPalooza" graphic our friend Matt added to it for husband Joey's 19th birthday is hilarious, and I totally wrote "Suks!" (sadly, the misspelling was a particularly stupid oversight) on it with a Sharpie. Rebel, rebel. Seriously though, any institution that forces every single student to attend chapel once a week for two semesters, then invites the MOST OFFENSIVE HUMANS ON THE PLANET to give horrifying speeches like "I Am the President of the (deeply evil) Ex-Gay Movement, and Jesus Hates You Because You Are All Fags", deserves some major Sharpie-inflicted defacement. If Fashion Litter weren't a family blog (HAHA...I love when people are all "Be quiet! This is a FAMILY establishment!") then I'd have worn my other Baylor t-shirt...let's just say there's a pen floating around the Baylor campus who feels very dirty about what it was forced to write one drunken night about five years ago. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Due to some unbelievable magic pixie dust that jesus sprinkled on Joey's camera, we ended up with some really beautiful lens flares and rainbows and lighting. Which is cool, especially in the second photo since it looks like Zeus is throwing a spear at me from whatever cloud he currently hangs out at (god, I'm really mixing belief systems in this post, eh?). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So I'm sort of sitting here in a wordless stupor at the moment, probably due to my somewhat iffy decision to accompany Joey on his nightly outing to THE WORKOUT FROM HELL. And of course I don't own running shoes, so I wore my moccasins, and of course I don't own running shorts, so I wore these shiny hot pink American Apparel bullshits. The instructor was kinda a jerk to me, but then I see things from his eyes and it's like "who the hell is this girl in the blindingly pink shorts and MOCCASINS waltzing in here, then complaining that MY form is incorrect?!" Because ya, I totally did complain that his form was wrong. I take rowing machines seriously! I mean, rowing is like this gorgeous ballet on water, and he had these people attacking the machines like some (god, why do I want to say "violent hand job" right here?) uhhh fuck it, I dunno. The point is, you try and take the grace out of my favorite sport, I'm gonna call you on it. Even if I'm the new girl dressed like a Native American child prostitute.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Looks like the particular stupor in which I sit isn't exactly quite as wordless as I claimed. Big, huge surprise right there. I have a sneaking suspicion that absolutely nothing I just wrote made any sense. This is why I don't work out, people! It saps the brain right out of me. Just slurps it all away to repair my nonexistent muscles. I mean, that's how my body works. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Mein Gott, stopping NOW.</span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-89324700550536541232011-06-09T23:32:00.009-05:002011-06-11T12:34:18.172-05:00I Live Next Door To a Lunatic (EDIT! White paint mystery solved!)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bw3chm0KlY/TfGPPxqevbI/AAAAAAAAA_U/r4o3XqI-t5U/s1600/IMG_2786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="576" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bw3chm0KlY/TfGPPxqevbI/AAAAAAAAA_U/r4o3XqI-t5U/s1600/IMG_2786.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">So the Chloe Doc knockoffs are just as amazing for stomping around as I expected. Yay. And how hilariously cool is the tacky prom necklace my mom bought? Oh, and no, the shirt is not vintage (uhhh Journey '05), but still one of my favorite NY finds. Joey has been giving me unrelenting shit for my "not vintage vintage shirt".</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">SO. These photos are mostly just random "wandering around post work" shots, except for the last one. I've gotz myself quite a story for you people. Notice the white spray paint square on our hallway floor? Some completely batshit crazy resident seemed to think that the hall is for craft projects. Let that sink in for a moment. We now have a giant white square <i>outside our front door</i> because a lunatic lives next door. We totally should have known something wasn't right when that tacky welcome mat went out. So yep, in the last photo, I am demonstrating just how freaking giant our pet square is, which begs the question: what the hell could this super-important craft project possibly have been? Obviously the spray-painting of something, but WHAT? And who just wanders out into the hall with their giant mystery object, revs up that can, and lets loose? WHO? I swear, this town (and by town I mean world) is mostly full of lunatics. I suppose the moral of my little story is this: when you meet someone who seems to be a non-lunatic, hang on for dear life... lest you end up in a nutso situation with someone like my very special neighbor.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">One last scary thing: Joey has gotten really in to "Californication". I worry about my sweet Joey. We just finished re-watching all of "Arrested Development" (the best show to ever grace the screen), and he feels this disgusting "David Duchovny (Who Actually IS a Sex Addict In Real Life) Has Sex With Many Nubile Young Actresses With No Semblance Of a Plot Except For All the Aforementioned Sex" show is a reasonable substitute? I'm no prude. But I just can <i>not</i> take seriously little snippets like this: "I won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister". <i>Sooooo</i> not clever. I'm actually embarrassed for everyone involved in the writing it's so not clever. And this stupid show is filled with similar bon mots. Many are even worse. Prayer circle for Joey! Let him see that Duchovny is creepy, and that sex jokes are only funny when used sparingly and uh, cleverly. </span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">EDIT!!!!</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">So I definitely found out the story behind "psycho-neighbor-craft-project-gate"! As I pretty much guessed, this was the idiotic fallout from two female (I knew they'd be women...sorry) roommates with a super duper bright idea. And because this building is run by softies (AHEM Joey and Dad), the idiots only received a $100 fine.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Here's how I imagine their conversation went:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b>Tiffany</b>: "Hey Stephanie! Let's paint that giant picture frame WHITE!!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b>Stephanie</b>: "OH MY GOD! A white frame is <i>exactly</i> what our classy new portrait of Ryan Seacrest needs!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b>Tiffany</b>: "But Steph, how will we <i>ever</i> successfully complete such an enormous task? Neither of us can operate a paintbrush, and only the very brightest of whites could ever match the blinding beauty of Ryan's teeth!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b>Stephanie</b>: "Don't worry! I've been huffing this (holds up spray paint can) beautiful white spray paint all afternoon, so we've got plenty! And (insert mirthless laugh here) we definitely both know how to operate a spray can!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b>Tiffany</b>: "Yay!!! To the hallway we go! Oh, Stephanie, what would I do without you?" </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><b>Stephanie</b>: "Don't forget to bring a couple paper bags and some Virginia Slims! Those brain cells won't kill themselves!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">So it looks like Tiff and Steph managed to make their Seacrest shrine complete and only had to cough up a pretty measly fine. Any ideas on how to further punish my neighbors, vigilante style? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Last but not least, thanks to (the mind-blowingly perfect) Annika, I gotz myself a super awesome feature in <i>Sofis Mode</i>. From what I've learned, this is a weekly magazine that comes with "Aftonbladet", a Swedish daily newspaper (correct me if I'm wrong, lovely Annika). Oh, and if it sounds like I've got a bit of a crush on Annika, then that would probably be because I do. Just go to her English <a href="http://accordingtoannika.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">blog</span></a>, you'll see.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">The headline translates to "My Little Brothers are my Inspiration". Or something similar. Goodnight, all!</span><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">So I am officially back from the Great Northeast, but thought this little group of photos might be of interest. The quaint half-empty house in which Joey took these was absolutely full of treasures. Details tomorrow- I've been sick ever since the plane ride home (going on three days?!) and am desperately hoping that I shall rise from bed in the morning, nauseous no more, sense of humor still intact.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Until then, one pressing question: how the hell do we live without LF in Dallas? HOW?? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">EDIT: Looks like tomorrow is now, and I do have a bit more to share. Because I still don't feel like stringing sentences together (I'm not sick anymore, but suffer from this unbelievable laziness I can't seem to shake), we're gonna do this outline-style. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">A) As Jana from (theflamazing) Wolf&Willow astutely observed, the dinos on the above shirt are amazing. I think this top would be my favorite buy from the Big Apple. Besides the diaper shorts. Which also come in black and omg I can't think too much about all the beauty I left behind or my head begins the exploding process.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">B) Michael Weiner('s wiener). Discuss. I happen to feel that my elected officials can be as pervy as they want on their own time. And this feeling is completely non-partisan: Larry Craig and his "wide stance" were hilarious, but not in any way related to ol' Craig's job as a smarmy Repub. So leave my Weiner alone! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">C) I gotz me them Jeffrey Campbell Chloe Doc knockoffs. Just a bit of gloating. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">D) Brother Ethan graduated!! So any Colorado State readers ready to embrace a super adorable freshman with a penchant for rock climbing and building things out of concrete and skateboarding and dressing like an idiot savant, my little bro will be up there in the fall! No swooning girlfriend attached! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">E) While I was typing this out, something deeply terrifying came on TV. Bill Kurtis needs to regulate the corpse photos on "American Justice". I want my true crime stories vague and watered-down, Bill! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">F) I have been complete shit at commenting and checking other blogs recently. Sorry! As I said above, I've been struck with a bad case of laziness laced with a wee bit of residual nausea. I seriously can't wait till my blogging-vigor returns because I know there are some beautiful things awaiting me on all your (highly superior, much less erratic) blogs! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">G) Last but not least, while up in Philly I met the most adorable person ever. Her name is Allie and she has a freaking beautiful baby and she looks just like Pocahontas. Well, the Disney version of Pocahontas. Helloooo beautiful Allie!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">Ok that's all I've got. Although there are a few pretty exciting things happening in my life that I can't talk about yet. Not blogging-related things, just holy crap I must really be a grown-up now type-things. </span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-39137324962787130802011-05-30T10:20:00.001-05:002011-05-30T10:23:16.699-05:00Philadelphia #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6L-svgEeB0/TeL0xodZ8GI/AAAAAAAAA-I/hhXf4eGg7Io/s1600/IMG_2446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6L-svgEeB0/TeL0xodZ8GI/AAAAAAAAA-I/hhXf4eGg7Io/s1600/IMG_2446.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sorry about the photo quantity, but Joey and I are so starved for natural beauty that he's all "Look at that rock!" and I'm all "Holy crap it's covered in MOSS!". I bought this dress (nightgown-esque, sailor detailing = perfect) today at an unbelievable vintage store in Frenchtown (Pa) called Upcycle Vintage. I left this amazingly perfectly tackily studded jacket behind, and might have to go back for it cause buying a jacket in June makes perfect sense. OH! And mos def brought home a bagful of amazingness from Modern Love Vintage- the prices where so unbelievably low that I felt kinda guilty. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I am so so tired and shall now retire to our super cozy room at the Phillips's compound, then pass out while reading my Nazi book. Historical, not how-to. Erik Larson (the guy who wrote "Devil In the White City"), has me enthralled by his latest- "In the Garden of Beasts". Highly recommend. Sometimes I kinda hate myself when I go off on these little movie/book review tangents. Remind me never to use the word "enthralled" again. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">One last thing- this dress sorta evokes "Picnic At Hanging Rock" (uhhh, well maybe an undergarment from that era), so I kept trying to look like Miranda when Joey was taking these. I definitely might have been more successful in my Miranda- replication if I'd lost the jumble of bracelets. </span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-83368799147292588562011-05-26T02:07:00.001-05:002011-05-26T03:04:31.206-05:00A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yi_h5asvZ1E/Td3ECQTBGII/AAAAAAAAA9g/bZjazy2SnHY/s1600/IMG_2174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="1014" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yi_h5asvZ1E/Td3ECQTBGII/AAAAAAAAA9g/bZjazy2SnHY/s1600/IMG_2174.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So when I refer to my mom (and Casey's mom) as "mommy" in the above jewelry credits, that's pretty damn creepy, huh? You can't hear my vocal inflection (sarcastic), so it's just like I've got a bad case of arrested development (ha! tv show!) or something. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Alrighty, this shall be my last post before I fly off to Philly/NYC for a couple weeks-ish. Joey and I are visiting one of my favorite human beings on the planet (hi, Seany!) and his family, who are amazing. We bonded with the Phillips family while attending Seany's older brother Ryan's wedding in Fukuoka, Japan, a couple summers ago (less random than it sounds- Ryan married a ((lovely lovely)) Japanese girl ((hi, Eriko!)) who befriended Ryan and Joey when they lived in Fukuoka). So I'm giddy with excitement about all the shopping opportunities up in NY (ideas welcome!!), but even giddier about hanging out with the Amazing Phillips Clan. Random fact: Mr. Phillips totally invented Cold-Eez. You know, the cough drop. Ohhhh I have so many good Phillips stories, but I've written wayyy more than I planned (since I never do that or anything), so I'll space the stories out as I update throughout my time in NYC/Philly.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Oh, most importantly, the vintage romper pictured above? Totally not mine. Casey was the lucky one who found it yesterday at Ahab Bowen (great vintage store). But because she is Casey Russell, the sweetest, most generous, and sparkliest unicorn of them all, I totally get to borrow it for my vacation. Oh! Be sure to head on over to Casey's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><a href="http://beautyandtheecstasy.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">blog</span></a> </span>throughout the next week, because Joey took some great photos of her in some really great outfits she put together. There is so much joy in watching Casey methodically build her little outfit piles, accessories always on top. Oh, and we had fun with some hilarious (because I am about three times her size) twinsies photos. Also, you can gaze at her cheekbones and feel like a super creepy person. God, you creeper. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Ughhh sososo sleepy. Just gotta explain the title of this post and I'm out- since I'm way too lazy to list what Casey's wearing in that last photo, just comment on her blog if you're wondering. Sparkly unicorns named Casey tend to be unbelievably obliging. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">*The title of my post refers to Dave Eggers's first book/memoir. It's of <i>unbelievable</i> literary importance, and he rambles way more than I do- We're talking pages of lengthy footnotes about complete minutiae. So I sorta feel like we're kindred. No. Talent-wise, I'm lying on the ground marveling at the stars, wondering how he managed to hang them in the sky. So we aren't kindred, I just write a whole fucking lot, as does he. But of course his ramblings are endlessly hilarious, perfectly punctuated, and filled with stunning feats of grammar. Dude manages to do gymastics with grammar- so glorious. There's a reason his memoir turned the literary world on it's ear. So if you care about reading, (and you really should...this generation takes so little pride in our trailblazing authors) go read "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius". Although if you care about reading, you've probably already read it. Sort of a Catch-22 right there. Oh! That reminds me: why, why, why are so many people like, proud that they don't read? Can someone explain this to me? Shouldn't that be really embarrassing? </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">"<i>How We Are Hungry</i>" (fictional short stories- my favorites are "The Only Meaning of the Oil-Wet Water" and "What it Means When a Crowd In a Faraway Nation Takes a Soldier Representing Your Own Nation, Shoots Him, Drags Him From His Vehicle, and Then Mutilates Him In the Dust.")</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">He has also written so so many amazing stories AND found/promoted amazing yet unknown authors in his literary journal and on his website: <a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/tendency/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">http://www.mcsweeneys.net/tendency/</span></a></span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795598023702495200.post-47905017127371890782011-05-21T22:46:00.001-05:002011-05-22T22:17:46.556-05:00My Jacket Smells<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuBVfzfwGt8/Tdh2SLaZweI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PoA_5tIIzxQ/s1600/IMG_2117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="580" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GuBVfzfwGt8/Tdh2SLaZweI/AAAAAAAAA9E/PoA_5tIIzxQ/s1600/IMG_2117.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te6-hmPJzz0/Tdh2fH64n7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/hqba00eX2E4/s1600/IMG_2148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te6-hmPJzz0/Tdh2fH64n7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/hqba00eX2E4/s1600/IMG_2148.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Double Breasted Blazer, "Polish Power" Tee, Beaded Belt - Vintage, Shorts- Zara, Shoes- Nonage, Arrowhead Earrings- Urban Outfitters, the usual flair</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">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). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">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. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;">*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. </span></div>Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18365327026550387927noreply@blogger.com28