and some of it was yellow

I picked up this sweater and skirt at Parkerhawn Vintage's moving sale for a combined price of $6 last week. The sweater is both the itchiest and cutest sweater I have ever owned, and the little green velvet skirt makes me look like a Christmas elf in the greatest way possible.

IGNORE THE RUN ON MY TIGHTS IGNORE THE RUN ON MY TIGHTS I CAN'T WEAR TIGHTS WITHOUT RUINING THEM

[vintage sweater, martin+osa button-down, vintage skirt, black tights, vintage shoes]

Title stemmed from a sort of sequel to this post

we love you conrad

I love musicals. Ever since I was a tiny little small person I've loved musicals. My mother drilled show tunes into our tiny minds until we dreamed lyrics to Annie. For years, I was convinced that there were piles of men gambling in the gutters because of Guys and Dolls. This outfit is what I wore to a production of Bye Bye Birdie performed by a crapload of eighth graders.

[vintage dress, urban outfitters blazer, black tights, vintage shoes]

airplane air album alphabet apple arm

This is a fantastic outfit for gorging yourself silly. The dress is nice and loose, while the belt both cinches the said looseness and is also made of stretchy things, which helps when you're eating pounds of mocha almond toffee and chocolate truffles and your stomach is more than likely expanding. The friggin' adorable shoes also distract the people around you from seeing how many tiny pieces of bread you have snuck and are still sneaking.

True story, all of it. I blame the caterers, not myself.

vintage dress

american apparel vest

silence&noise jacket (secondhand from cousin)

vintage belt

black tights

vintage norma kamali shoes

P.S. Title is (if you haven't guessed already) a bunch of "a" words. Because I'm lazy and unoriginal.

sparkly trails

I picked up this vintage sequined pencil skirt for $5 a few weeks ago and I wish I could wear it everywhere. I would wear it grocery shopping and doing laundry and while sleeping. I leave a Hansel-and-Gretel-y trail of sequins wherever I walk, but I don't think that's a problem. It could be worse.

vintage skirt

local store cardigan

hanes tank top

vintage shoes

my screenplay

[BEGIN SCENE]

(A frustrated blogger, named Blogger, bids on a dress during her first encounter with eBay. A mysterious fellow bidder who we will call Girl-I-Hate is out to get the blogger.)

Blogger checks back on eBay a few days later, only to find that her dress has been outbid by Girl-I-Hate. Blogger will not stand for this. Promptly, she adds a dollar to the bid and exits the browser with pride.

On the final day of the auction, Blogger looks back on eBay to find Girl-I-Hate is at it again, as desperate for this dress as she is. Three hours left to the auction, Blogger outbids Girl-I-Hate, but as she confirms her bid, she sees that Girl-I-Hate outbid her in a mere few seconds. The process continues, a vicious battle between 2 internet anonymouses.

Blogger's heart speeds up as a few minutes are left until the end of the auction. Her family gathers around her, cheering her on and giving her the confidence to beat Girl-I-Hate.

Blogger sneakily finds the quick-bid button, sure that Girl-I-Hate is too dumb to figure that one out. Blogger was right.

Seconds tick by, Blogger still outbidding Girl-I-Hate. What will the outcome be?

4, 3, 2 seconds left. Blogger's heart is exploding out of her head.

But it left her with this beautiful dress.

dress from liebemarlene vintage

And to Girl-I-Hate: I don't really hate you. I was just really mad at you.

cake and presents cake and presents cake and presents

Some pictures to fill up this pathetic blog until I get an outfit post up tomorrow (I swear.) From Yom Kippur and my sister's birthday party yesterday, featuring the cutest jelly bean cake in the world that I couldn't stop looking at.

See you guys tomorrow. Really.

being a little old woman talking about the weather again

A few days ago, it was under 90 degrees. So under 90 degrees that it was 75 degrees. The city halted for a second, wondering why they weren't sweating the second they stepped out of the house. I took full advantage and busted out tights and a cardigan. These tights have a giant run down the back of them thanks to my sister, but I don't care. I cared a lot when she returned them to me like that, but now I really don't give a hoot.

And I couldn't just leave these hanging until an outfit post. Do I need to say anything else?

cardigan from local store

secondhand dress (from cousin)

urban outfitters tights

vintage shoes

bloomers

I bought my first and only Lacoste polo shirt when I was maybe 11 or 12 years old. How I scoured up enough money to buy $75 pieces of fabric stitched together by myself I may never know, but I did and I was darn tootin' proud of it. I wore it once. One single time. And I decided to wear it again the other day.

Again, sorry for the terrible posting. I'm sick right now, and I got back from a school trip in which I jumped off a telephone pole and was dropped 50 feet in a harness. I can't stop telling everyone, I was so proud of myself. For the longest time my biggest fear was overpasses. And now.. 50 FEET!

Sorry for my feet bulging out of these shoes. They don't look as grotesque as this in person. I'll show better pictures of these shoes later, I love them.

vintage jacket

lacoste polo

dad's belt

american apparel bloomers

vintage norma kamali shoes

P.S. My brain couldn't think of a title. Let's take the easy way out today.

unhealthily large portions

6:15 pm: I'm dashing to and from a family party to write this post. I will have to write in short intervals so my family doesn't suspect anything (although when they all read this, my secret will be out.)

6:27 pm: My dad is talking about how my dog killed a squirrel. For the fortieth time.

6:31 pm: The bread is being served. Don't expect me back for a while.

6:35 pm: Oh my God scratch that it's being toasted.

7:17 pm: Dinner is being eaten. Discussing the best burgers, The Cheesecake Factory, and my cousin's insatiable cravings for a guitar and a cast-iron skillet.

7:43 pm: I'm forgetting that this is an outfit post and I still have to upload pictures.

7:58 pm: I am eating Nilla wafers for dessert, adults talking about True Blood, Mad Men. IT'S ALL THEY EVER TALK ABOUT.

8:34 pm: Cracking out Apples to Apples. It's about time.

9:27 pm: Finished Apples to Apples. My grandmother's boyfriend wins on his first time playing.

9:31 pm: Everyone has left. Now let me upload my pictures!

marc by marc jacobs vest

martin+osa tank top

vintage belt

handmade skirt

american apparel lame leggings

vintage shoes

P.S. Whatever could I be referring to in my title? A certain restaurant I mention in this post? Ho hum...hmm..

really really really sorry

I really liked the days when I thought four days was a long time not to post. I haven't posted in 16 days. That's disgusting. I have no valid excuse, other than a) school starting and b) no outfits since school has started. I couldn't let myself go any longer without posting. I wore this sometime last week, and I can't lie, these were not actually the shoes I wore. They feel like I'm walking on sharp pebbles while the pebbles are pinching my toes. But I just loved the pink so much more.

american apparel dress

handmade skirt

dad's belt

urban outfitters lace tights

vintage shoes