Friday, June 24, 2011

just can't get enough

will lie, cheat, swindle, pillage, etc., for this



cause it's just another step closer to this:


drinking nighttrain and eating $2.99 biscuits and gravy from dennys just isnt going to cut it anymore.

Friday, December 3, 2010

new years resolutions

this is a working list of resolutions i am determined to keep this year:

1. dont date boys that have been to jail
2.

Friday, October 22, 2010

now I'm smelling like Indonesia

I am officially in a funk and no amount of Kate Spade Sunglasses print dresses or mouths-smoking-cigarettes print blouses can get me out of it (although they did help with the initial sting of the realization of said funk). I entertained several ways to jump start my lackluster 'joie de divre' but short of remy martin + soda pop combos or eating away my feelings, I have been coming up short. I think I am going to first start with cleaning out all the bullshit I have in my closet. The scary thing is, I have grown so emotionally attached to my bullshit because it isn't just crap I picked up at the local Forever 21. It's treasures I have hunted for, high and low, Indiana Jones-style, like the 80s Prince-printed carnival mirrors, the terrycloth Hanoi Rocks banner, the 70s Marlboro Red printed umbrella. If I don't do something to stop the hoarding now, down the road I will end up wearing oversized necklaces I find at craft fairs and tapestry coats and smelling of cat urine. I'm going to make an effort to wear everything I own and if not, it is out. At least if I can see for myself how ridiculous I look in a hot pink Comme des Garcons tube skirt, it will make it a lot easier to unload my shit.

On a more somber note, Nate Dogg has yet to redevelop his ability to speak. When he sings, it is like angels play harps in heaven. I hope everything works out for him, not only for my sake, but for the future of the hip hop industry as we know it.

Monday, September 27, 2010

sigh



thunders



stradlin



monroe



verlaine. only in my dreams.

Monday, May 24, 2010

shocked

I cant believe I managed to let this slip through my fingers...



on my neverending life quest of becoming more like...





i am BLOWING it!

i blame the lack of blogginess. i use this blog basically as a reminder of all of the awesome shit i should be constantly on the lookout for. i will never have a moment of peace until that lip service jacket becomes mine.

ps. starting blogging again.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

dear blog

i miss you. im coming back, baby!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

catching up

after a lackluster spring (and yet another lackluster spring to follow (thus far)) fall has knocked me on my ass as far as amazing shit that is out there that i need in my life now. a sampling of the list:

david wyatt maypole shoes. i love the shape and the color. i've never been known to kick a whimsical shoe out of bed


so these nina ricci boots are the closest thing i will ever come to the heel-less runway versions. i think i need to give my chloe boots a day off and try these babies out for size


i want to live right there in this 1960s kitchen. i want to be that woman that serves chocolate icebox cake right next to the carousel horses and candy striped stools. AMAZING


if i were a 1940s film noir movie star, or a person that makes more money than your average 16 year old, i would glady wear this vintage crepe gown with spiderweb bead detailing to death. i am more willing to drop a little extra money on amazing vintage just because i know im not going to find it for 80% off at the barneys warehouse sale at the end of the season


why hellllooo charlotte olympia wedges. these behemoth wedges look straight out of a tim burton movie. im actively working on losing my tan. once i turn a satisfactory shade of alabaster, maybe ill reward myself with this masterpiece


Thea cadabra shoes. i would be hesitant to even refer to these gems as shoes. more like wearable art. the difficult decision now is to decide which one to order. there is the fabulous rain storm shoe


bat shoes

ice cream shoes

how have these shoes flown under my radar for so long?

also, i would like to own these diamante bow chloe shoes. let it be said, though, that the salesgirls at chloe are in their own league of cuntliness. they make the too-cool-to-live salespeople at marc by marc jacobs seem almost human

these chanel shoes that i never saw in stores, but only saw in a size 10 on bluefly. it's like my michelin man meets mary quant fantasy mmmmm



that's it.. for today anyway. also, how lame are the spring shows shaping up to be? Danielle Scutt and Basso & Brooke have been the only ones whose shows i've loved. at least ill be able to give my credit cards a break next season. that is only if paris and milan are a let down too!