Sure I'm crazy, crazy like a fox...in a vest!

I can't stop wearing this damn vest. I mean, can I help it if it just happens to go with everything? It's got me under its spell! I just hope the vest decides to use its powers for good rather than evil, otherwise we're all in for it...


more chloe love

from chloesevigny.com


chili today...

Another vest, I know! It's a bit like my other white one, but thicker and really very warm, for a vest. I just can't get enough! The weather in California was wonderful, like summertime where I grew up in Washington. So, saying that coming back to a place where I still have to put all this on to go outside:

merely sucked would be a bit of an understatement. More accurately, it both sucked and blew.



A few polaroids from my trip, I abstained from digital the whole time and it felt great. I found a pretty dress and another vest! And was temporarily reunited with the bicycle to which my heart belongs...


Peace Out!

In a few hours, I will be in a big ol' jet airliner, on my way to the Bay for a few days. Since my real Spring Break will be spent writing three term papers, this is my one shot at some serious R&R. Burritos, BBQ's, general badassery, here I come! Posting may be sparse until the end of next week, at which time I very much plan to be back with a vengeance, and maybe some new old things to boot.


what I'm after

(Handknit tam from pandapammy on etsy, Pelle Moda 'Neena' Gladiator Sandals, Nars Lip Lacquer in Chelsea Girls, AA Unisex Space Scape Jersey T in Mushroom Cloud)

An extremely truncated wishlist of the moment. I've been trying to save my money for my upcoming trip to California so I can really let loose in the thrift stores (and when I let loose in a thrift store, I implore you, stand back). But when I return, depending on the damage done, I hope to make a few of these pretty things mine.

Magic shoes

As the more astute amongst you may have noticed, I also picked up a new pair of shoes on Saturday! I have been looking for a pair of simple, brown, old fashioned t-strap shoes for, oh, I don't know, MY WHOLE LIFE, and they were half off to boot, rounding out at a smooth $8! They remind me of something that liebemarlene might wear, and that is a very, very good thing.


Ask and you shall receive!

Saturday was a most fortuitous day. Outside of making a cool $40, I scored this sweet, sweet cordurouy vest at Buffalo Exchange. It wasn't until I got home that I discovered it to be fully reversible (and to a plaid flannel, no less). That's like two slammin' vests for the price of one!


girly crushes

Chloe Sevigny is my #1. Who is yours?


They rocked pretty hard in the 80's (but then, didn't we all?)

Yes, I am nerd, and yes, this is an Arrested Development-themed tote bag that I bought from cafepress.com although, truth be told, I could probably have done a comparable job with a blank tote bag from Pearl Art and a Sharpie. Nevertheless, I am pleased.

I am not so pleased, however, with the boots. They are something of a spectacular failure. I just added up in my head how much I spent to purchase them, have them re-soled, and then buy foam inserts for them and I almost threw up a little in my mouth. And they still do not fit. I really hope that, at very least, I have learned some sort of lesson from all this, but I have my doubts...

I'm in BUST again!

Only this time, the tables have turned:

(Click the pic to read!)

My first published article! (Well, outside of my high school newsaper, that is...) It's on page 36 of the current issue which is, I might add, totally bitchin'. Flight of the Conchords and Elijah Wood (who I've had a mad crush on since...hell, I don't know, "Huckleberry Finn"? Not to mention the fact that he was, oh yeah, FRODO, basically the tiny mythical man I'm saving myself for, metaphorically of course).

Hopefully you'll be seeing more of my name in print in the months to come. I'm so excited, and may I please reiterate once more how much I love BUST? Hell, I'd schlep for just about any old rag at this point, but the fact that I actually get to contribute to a magazine run by people who happen rock so freakin' hard is just a dream come true. Ok, gush-fest over, and out...

(P.S. My mom just made a disgustingly cute post about me on her blog. I'm still just as scrappy, if not more so.)


Beige-y love

These vintage beige Ferragamo oxfords arrived a few days ago and I love them so much I'm almost afraid to sully them with my feet. They're not worthy! They're not worthy! (Which is partly why I'm only providing you with this poorly-doctored stock photo, that and the on-going, severe lack of natural light in my life...) They make me think of:

(Numero Magazine, mystery, mystery, Bryan Ferry, mystery, still from "Last Tango in Paris")


Are you ready for an organ solo?

Last night I went to see one of my favorite bands, Quintron and Miss Pussycat. They played my favorite song, "Place Unknown", and during "Swamp Buggy Badass" Mr. Quintron jumped off the stage and into the crowd and whipped us all into a frothy dance party frenzy.

(My boyfriend told me to wear something sparkly. He has good instincts.) Then Miss Pussycat put on a puppet show about a haunted art gallery.

So good! Now I want to learn to play the organ.

Spring is in your hair

(By me, family photos, from JANE magazine, taken by me)


Oy vest

I really want to find myself some more vests, especially a little denim one (yes I know I am a bit late a few times over with that trend!) I love this white one, don't get me wrong, but I think we might all benefit from giving it a bit of a rest!

This video for Glósóli by Sigur Ros is SO AMAZING. Thanks for the heads up, Lula!


Lula's on the loose!

After what seems like weeks of being taunted by people across the pond, it's our turn.

I couldn't find it at Borders or Barnes & Noble (I think others have, though perhaps not in NYC), but they do have it at Around the World on W 40th, right by Bryant Park. I haven't even had a proper chance to look at it, but from what I've seen it's certainly not any kind of a let down. People looking for scans should check here!


I've got legs!

But do I remember how to use them?

Today was the first day in a solid several months that I left the house without something on my legs. I felt so naked!


Ring in the new

Two vintage VOGUE brand rings arrived in the mail today from, where else, eBay. The one looks like a funny birds nest, and the other is little pink rose. Spring has sprung on my fingers!


Hey you!

Yeah, you! I just wanted to extended a big thank you to everyone who's been dropping by lately. I truly enjoy reading your comments, and it's incredibly gratifying to see how much more activity goes on around here compared to when I was first starting out, a baby blogger in baby blogger swaddling clothes, knee high to a grasshopper. (I'd also like to whisper a smaller, but nonetheless sincere, thank you to whoever has been supporting my "sponsor" over to your left. Whatever keeps a girl in discount hosiery, right?)

It never ceases to amaze and flatter me that so many of you are willing to take the time out of your day to see what I'm up to, despite the fact that what I seem to be up to much of the time is bitching about being broke and obsessing over weird shoes on eBay.

So here's to you! May I never completely exhaust your patience!


My eeeeyes!

I have been putting off getting glasses for years. My eyes aren't that bad, or at least they didn't used to be, and over time I've gotten used to sitting in the front of classrooms and squinting a lot and even recognizing different people from afar by how they walk (yes, I am ridiculous). I've never been too pleased with the idea of having to wear something on my face in order to see, and I've never found frames that looked good on me. All the cool, kooky vintage ones I'm attracted too make me look like a buffoon. I tried contacts a while back, but they hurt so much that I just couldn't take it.

Point is: I finally found some frames I can stand! I got them at Fabulous Fanny's in the East Village (I spent more than an hour trying on just about every frame in the damn place. It was the third time in as many weeks I'd been there). Step two: get some lenses in 'em. Step three: learn to appreciate the world once more in all its piercing glory.