All Quiet On the Blogfront

Lately my blog seems to have taken a turn away from fashion, which is really a shame. But here's the story, morning glory. I ran out of money. Really bad. Luckily, I've lost about ten pounds in the past few months, putting me back at my high school fighting weight. So although I cannot buy anything cool and new to show off, I can at least put together ensembles with clothes that haven't fit me (and yet I've carried around...) for three years.

Excuse the ridiculously poor photo quality. My camera is awful, no one is ever around to take my picture, I have no tripod, and by the time I get home from work it's usually dark. Woe is me.

Anyhow, I've been watching a lot of Mad Men lately, which got me thinking about one of my favorite shows, American Dreams. They're set in the early 1960's, a time period I happen to adore. This outfit was very inspired by Meg Pryor dancing on American Bandstand. Perhaps I would have worn this little number to a Beatles concert in 1964. I wish.

Do you like that bag of dirty dishrags? Really hot.

I literally put my camera in a kitchen cupboard to take these pictures.

Sweater and shirt are from Forever 21 (naturally). Skirt was given to me by my mom's friend. Tights are from Target. Shoes are from the thrift store and they're HUSH PUPPIES. But I still love them.

And this picture pretty accurately depicts my utter frustration at my picture-taking situation. So there you have it, friends. This is why I've made like three outfit posts. Maybe Santa will bring me a new camera, a new tripod, and sunlight.

Went to my friends' engagement party over the weekend. I can't believe I'm old enough to be a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding, but I am (allegedly). We was sure getting wild!

There were more than two people and a creepy portrait there, I assure you.

I'd like to introduce you to my new room mates: Carly (AKA Carcar AKA Barky) and Suzanne (AKA Z AKA Z-Bag AKA Stycone). They're a riot. I hope we don't end up hate each other. Collectively, we've logged a disturbing amount of hours watching America's Next Top Model, so obviously we know how to smile with our eyes...or our whole faces.

P.S. Have you SEEN this? Holy shit. I was suspicious of this being made at first, but I believe that this trailer has confirmed that this might very well be amazing. I'm always down for some good girl rock.

P.P.S. If you are considering making a Go-Go's movie, I would love to star as Belinda Carlisle. I'm just saying.

Why let Dakota Fanning have all the fun? I'm certain I would be perfect. Note that Irish fat face and general ginger-ness. It's like we're twins. And I'm certain I could rock a tambourine. And appear in a shady video where I may or not be snorting cocaine. So, there's my plead. I will work for Forever 21 gift cards and Lean Cuisines.

Good news and bad news

I have good news and I have bad news. The good news:



Have you seen this? It's HILARIOUS. Perhaps I think this is funnier than most people do because a) I have an unhealthy obsession with The Beatles and b) as an Anthropologist (at what point do I get to say that I'm an Anthropologist?) I realize that this is pretty much how little understanding we humans have of our pasts. Which, by the way, is a lot more than any other animals know.

Also, I got good grades this quarter. Not that I believe in grades or anything.

The bad news:


Flight of the Conchords, one of the most amazing things I have seen with my own eyes, has been canceled.

Thank you, dear friends. I shall miss you. P.S., do come to my town again. K thanks.

I was going to post a video of FOTC from Youtube for anyone who hasn't heard of them, but then I found this:



Is this an audition video to be my friend? Because it is definitely a great success. Who are these girls? And why can't there be match.com for friends so I can find someone who will do weird things with me?

Also, I really want to go here:



Alright, smell ya later.

It's the Most Wonderful Time (NOT)

I HATE FINALS WEEK. There, I said it. I only have one final left (on Thursday morning), but I also have to work all day today, most of the day Thursday, and all day Friday. On top of that, I'm already looking for an apartment for next year. Needless to say, I'm a bit stressed.

Well anyhow, my boyfriend and I went to Easton before Thanksgiving break for a "date." We never really go on dates, so this was quite a rarity. I think the last time we went on a real date was in the middle of the summer. But we're in college, so what else would you expect? Anyhow, they have a big ass tree at Easton so we took some pictures with it. Unfortunately, the tree was fake and I was sad.

There we are...

I also dyed my hair and eyebrows darker. I look like Faye Dunaway in Mommy Dearest. How grand.

It turned out well. My boyfriend digs it, probably because I look like a different girl. Oh, the joys of hair dye!

So...I took some outfit pictures too, but my camera is awful and they turned out really bad. Obviously, I can't take these babies indoors, but by the time I get home from work, it's dark. I need a system to take care of this situation.

Have you heard that advertisers are pulling their ads from the commercial breaks of Jersey Shore? They say that the show is offensive and stereotypes an ethnic group. But how about how we talk about how all of MTV's shows are offensive and stereotype my (our) generation. It's bullshit. Do you know anyone who acts like the assholes on the "Real World"? Doubt it. If Italians can force Jersey Shore off the air, then I believe that we the Irish should force Lucky Charms to stop its ad campaigns. As if those aren't offensive and don't stereotype Irish people.

I'm just saying. Let's not get our panties in a bunch.

Animal Collective coming out with a new EP! I'm so excited, I love this band. I should devote a whole post to them, but unfortunately I have to get ready for work. Also, let it be known (as I'm sure he would like), that it was my boyfriend who found this video / originally shit his pants about Animal Collective and I am just "stealing his thunder."

The Nutcracker Prince

So...I decided to make a blog because I wanted to share things that I knew my friends and family wouldn't understand. I'm hoping that somewhere out there, there are people that do understand me. This is one of those things...

When I was little, I wanted to be a ballerina SO BAD. Unfortunately, I was a giant child, so it didn't look likely that I would ever fit the body type of a ballerina. If you doubt the giantness of me as a child, then I must tell you that I am wearing the slip that I got in second grade to wear under my first communion dress. And though I may be small now, 5'2" is gigantic for a grade schooler. So anyhow, I just listened to Tchaikovsky a lot and pranced around the dining room in a tutu. Seeing how much I enjoyed "The Nutcracker," my mom rented this movie for me.




It's The Nutcracker Prince, and I believe it came out in 1990. I know this movie is for kids, but I still really like it! If you're so inclined to watch all of it on Youtube (I doubt anyone will), then I must tell you that I have had many, many dreams (nightmares?) where I was in the castle at the end and all my friends turned into toys. It's probably the music that does it for me, haha. Hopefully my boyfriend gets the message that I really want to go see the ballet this Christmas. Anyhow, I'm out now. Off to play Beatles rock band!

High School Style

There are so many über chic bloggers out there who are in high school, which really makes me wish that I would have had a blog in high school (which was many moons ago...). I'm not even sure if the fashion blogosphere was up and running 2003-2007, but whatevs. I've decided that my high school self needs her place in the sun for one post! Why should my college self get all the attention? I wish I had more outfit pictures, but unfortunately I didn't even get my own camera or a facebook until senior year, so most of my old pictures were actually taken ON FILM. Can you believe that? The world is so, so different now...

My family isn't very rich, so I could never afford the fancy (boring) Abercrombie clothes that everyone else had. However, I could afford to buy A LOT at the thrift store, and luckily there was a thrift superstore not too far away. Which would explain this...All of those dresses there are actually mine. I played dress up with my "Sax Kittens" for a jazz band concert once (yes, I am a loser). The sequin dress had a very baffling train of gold lamé that extended off the waist...it was a little too Supremes for my tastes so I took it off. I think I might have to bring that baby back, what do you think?

In high school, my friends and I liked to throw an annual "Fake Prom," complete with photo backdrops and secret make out sessions. It began because we weren't allowed to go to "real prom," but we enjoyed dressing up so much that we just kept doing it. I believe at this point I was dating a really great guy who was really into video games, and I wanted to look like Princess Peach for him. Also, he dyed that dress pink.

As I previously alluded to, I was in band in high school, AND I'M NOT (too) ASHAMED! Hell, I was the band president. I was the queen of the band nerds. I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse. Anyhow, I spent a hell of a lot of time in this wool monstrosity (wish I had a better picture). It was actually flattering once I found one that fit (literally the smallest one they had). I enjoyed performing a strip tease with it for my fellow band members on the bus, but that's another story for another time.

HAHAHAHAHA. WTF was wrong with me. This was my costume senior year, which I decided to do that day. I was a smurf, in case you can't tell. It was all fun and games at the Halloween party, but when we went out to dinner later I was rather embarrassed by the other customers whistling the the Smurf theme song. How dare they judge me based on the color of my skin?

Also, note my friend is dressed as Sharon Tate. This is probably my favorite Halloween costume ever, and also possibly the most offensive. Please notice that she wrote "Helter Skelter" on her thigh in fake blood. True story.

I made this dress out of my friend's fifth grade Halloween costume, her mom's slip, and her belt. Also, where did this girl go? She spray painted a clearance dress from Forever 21 silver. Clearly, she is amazing.

Fake Prom 2007 had a "Welcome to the Jungle" theme (something I may lift for my 21st). I wore my prom dress and a real ivory necklace that my mom had on display in a glass case. Ironically, the chain of the necklace is a bunch of little ivory elephants with a big ivory elephant pendant. How charming. It's quite beautiful though.


I was really into polos, flouncy cheerleader skirts, and pearl necklaces for most of high school. I couldn't really tell you why.

Obviously, I had no friends. How could anyone let this happen to me? (Let it be known that one of my friends is behind me being equally bizarre). This was for my famous role of Ermengarde in Hello Dolly...as you can see, my play director hated me (the feeling was mutual).

I found an 80's tastic dress at the thrift store...and proceeded to cut it up and pin it back together for my birthday party. I don't know how to sew, this thing still has all the safety pins in it. I believe that the train of my gold sequined dress ended up being the belt on this.

I was channeling Ann-Margret a lot here...

And Miss Havisham from Great Expectations a lot here. Goddamn play.

I realize that this post was incredibly self-indulgent and narcissistic, but you'd do it too if you were supposed to be writing a paper when all you want to do is lay around and play The Sims.