mustard blouse: BCBG
brown cardigan: thrifted
skirt: anthro
4.23.2009
4.06.2009
These two again...
Back in February, I raved about the sheer adorability of fashion-forward couple Joshua Jackson and Diane Kruger. My admirationweirdcrushenvy has yet to subsided and these photos don't help:
3.29.2009
Gilda and Gene
Rachel and I will often post on the same day. It's weird, like we have a strictly internet-based ESP.
Anyhoo, I've lately been in a strictly jeans and t-shirt mood. Anytime that I try and dress all fancy-like, I look in the mirror and think, "Damn girl, you are trying waaaaay to hard." I think that it's this bipolar weather that we're having. Last weekend, it was in the seventies and last night it snowed. I CANNOT KEEP UP. So, in protest (?), I'm more relaxed about being fashionable these days.
Luckily, something came in the mail the other day that allows me to combine my need for basics with pure awesomeness. I give you (drum roll)...
... A GILDA RADNER/GENE WILDER T-SHIRT!
I bought it from that hot mess of a Built by Wendy sample sale that I mentioned a few weeks ago. Now that it's on my back, I know that it was worth the eleven dollar shipping and two week (plus) wait. I even feel okay that the company ran out of the other shirt I bought and failed to tell me until the package arrived. Why? Because this shirt is the definition of greatness. I've worn it for the past three days and I'm about to do a load of laundry so that I can wear it for three MORE days.
Anyhoo, I've lately been in a strictly jeans and t-shirt mood. Anytime that I try and dress all fancy-like, I look in the mirror and think, "Damn girl, you are trying waaaaay to hard." I think that it's this bipolar weather that we're having. Last weekend, it was in the seventies and last night it snowed. I CANNOT KEEP UP. So, in protest (?), I'm more relaxed about being fashionable these days.
Luckily, something came in the mail the other day that allows me to combine my need for basics with pure awesomeness. I give you (drum roll)...
... A GILDA RADNER/GENE WILDER T-SHIRT!
I bought it from that hot mess of a Built by Wendy sample sale that I mentioned a few weeks ago. Now that it's on my back, I know that it was worth the eleven dollar shipping and two week (plus) wait. I even feel okay that the company ran out of the other shirt I bought and failed to tell me until the package arrived. Why? Because this shirt is the definition of greatness. I've worn it for the past three days and I'm about to do a load of laundry so that I can wear it for three MORE days.
Individual Fur Pattern: Yesterday
Cardigan: Boston Store clearance, 4 years ago
Flower tank: Anthro
Belt: Anthro
Cords: AG
Boots: Timberland
In other news, how much is too much to pay for jeans? These jeans are beautiful--perfectly distressed, great fit--but they're $235. What's the most you'll pay for a great pair of jeans?
In two hours I'm going to a clothing swap at a new vintage store in town. I'm pretty excited; it'll be the first time attending a swap with strangers. Strangers have some good shit, right? I hope so. I plan on doing it Supermarket Sweep style--racing through the aisles, grabbing as I go. I hope I find some good things, as my closet has been a bit bare since I started purging it 3 months ago.
3.26.2009
Wedges, of the non-cheese variety
Giraffe Girl 1 by Karen O'Bryan
Someone please get me a giraffe skull mask so I can wear it on my head and look awesome.
Today feels like SPPPRRRINNNGGG and I'm craving impractical footwear. Usually, I'm a flats-only girl but after reading Sea of Shoes all the time, I'm like gimme some of those Marni wegdes. She makes it look like wearing 3"+ heels is similar to wearing a house slipper! I might disregard my paper (due tomorrow) to go to DSW tonight and investigate some cheap imitations.
Also, now that it's spring and I'm interested in fashion again, I'm particularly lamenting the loss of most of Madison's vintage stores. All that's left is the standard used clothing stores and the over-priced June 3rd jerks. But...I've heard wind of a new vintage shop opening only blocks from my abode. I heard it's called "Good Styles" or something, so Maddie and I will need to investigate.
3.25.2009
A Thoroughly Polite Dust-Up
I'll likely have egg all over my face when these turn out to be all the rage, but really?
They remind me of something you'd see in a British hospital during WWII.
Nurse: Oh Reginald! The war that has brought us together will undoubtedly tear us apart!
Patient: Do keep calm, Gwendolyn! Your blush is quite unbecoming. Now, re-bandage my foot for I must prepare myself to join my comrades on the front and London fashion week is just around the corner.
Nurse: My Darling! Do write often!
Patient: Chipperow, baby. When I miss your lips, I'll put a fag in my mouth and think of you.*
*Line, for the most part, is blatantly stolen from the Arrested Development episode "Notapusy."
They remind me of something you'd see in a British hospital during WWII.
Nurse: Oh Reginald! The war that has brought us together will undoubtedly tear us apart!
Patient: Do keep calm, Gwendolyn! Your blush is quite unbecoming. Now, re-bandage my foot for I must prepare myself to join my comrades on the front and London fashion week is just around the corner.
Nurse: My Darling! Do write often!
Patient: Chipperow, baby. When I miss your lips, I'll put a fag in my mouth and think of you.*
*Line, for the most part, is blatantly stolen from the Arrested Development episode "Notapusy."
3.23.2009
3.21.2009
3.17.2009
Top o' the mornin'
Do remember going to school on Saint Patrick's Day as a kid and other students would pinch you for not wearing green? And they would pinch hard past the point of necessity? I always hated that because I would ALWAYS forget to wear green and would ALWAYS get stupid f'ing pinched. Maybe that's why now, despite my Irish heritage, I NEVER wear green on St. Patty's.
Rant over. Real post beginning.
Yesterday, I was in Chicago looking to find some kick-ass Spring boots. Frankly, my search was sort of half-hearted, so I didn't find them. I did find a pair of beautiful red shoes at a store in Wicker Park and while I may not get to use them for tromping through puddles and mud, I will get to wear them for Saturday strolls to the Farmer's Market once it gets a little warmer.
Lucky for me, I don't have to wait until the end of April when the market starts up again to wear them because today was in the seventies! And what did I promise you? I promised you that with nicer weather comes more outfit posts, so here we are.
shirt: thrifted
skirt: ok47
belt: thrifted
shoes: corso como
details:
Rant over. Real post beginning.
Yesterday, I was in Chicago looking to find some kick-ass Spring boots. Frankly, my search was sort of half-hearted, so I didn't find them. I did find a pair of beautiful red shoes at a store in Wicker Park and while I may not get to use them for tromping through puddles and mud, I will get to wear them for Saturday strolls to the Farmer's Market once it gets a little warmer.
Lucky for me, I don't have to wait until the end of April when the market starts up again to wear them because today was in the seventies! And what did I promise you? I promised you that with nicer weather comes more outfit posts, so here we are.
shirt: thrifted
skirt: ok47
belt: thrifted
shoes: corso como
details:
3.04.2009
Doppelganger Doubt (Alliteration Awesome)
Tonight, my dad took my brother and I out to dinner to belatedly celebrate my birthday. As we were about to order our drinks and meals, the waitress blurts out that I sort of look like Hilary Duff. I wasn't really sure how to respond, so I muttered a stammered "thank you." The more I think about it, the more I think that it was a flattering compliment. Resume and Aaron Carter aside, the Duffster is quite a pretty girl. Still, this is probably one of the most random and surprising you-look-like-so-and-sos that I've ever gotten. Let's look closer, shall we?
The girl on the left is me at a wedding (wearing a dress that you helped me pick). The girl on the right is Hilary Duff. Just needed to clear that up because I'm sure that some of you are confused. I guess that I don't really see it, although, for the sake of full disclosure, I did have a slight, albeit unintentional, Lizzie McGuire faze:
Yes, that's 18 year old me. I was living in Italy at the time which explains the alien tan.
Just because I'm putting off doing what I should be doing (hello midterms), here are the other celebrities that I have gotten compared to in no particular order. For the record and humility's sake, when people tell me these things, I think what they really mean is "you look like the homely sister who's working as an assistant for..."
Maggie Gyllenhall was another one that came completely out of the blue. It's probably weirder than Hilary Duff.
I've been compared to both these ladies. Oddly, I think that Rebecca Hall looks a lot like my mother. For Scarlet (who I actually can't stand outside of Lost in Translation), see "homely sister" remark above.
This is probably the one that I see the most. Funny enough, my mom was told that she looked like Molly Ringwald back in the 80's brat pack days.
And this is the one that I find most flattering.
Readers, please take advantage of commenting and tell me who you're most told that you look like. Or tell me to fucking get over myself. You know, either way.
The girl on the left is me at a wedding (wearing a dress that you helped me pick). The girl on the right is Hilary Duff. Just needed to clear that up because I'm sure that some of you are confused. I guess that I don't really see it, although, for the sake of full disclosure, I did have a slight, albeit unintentional, Lizzie McGuire faze:
Yes, that's 18 year old me. I was living in Italy at the time which explains the alien tan.
Just because I'm putting off doing what I should be doing (hello midterms), here are the other celebrities that I have gotten compared to in no particular order. For the record and humility's sake, when people tell me these things, I think what they really mean is "you look like the homely sister who's working as an assistant for..."
Maggie Gyllenhall was another one that came completely out of the blue. It's probably weirder than Hilary Duff.
I've been compared to both these ladies. Oddly, I think that Rebecca Hall looks a lot like my mother. For Scarlet (who I actually can't stand outside of Lost in Translation), see "homely sister" remark above.
This is probably the one that I see the most. Funny enough, my mom was told that she looked like Molly Ringwald back in the 80's brat pack days.
And this is the one that I find most flattering.
Readers, please take advantage of commenting and tell me who you're most told that you look like. Or tell me to fucking get over myself. You know, either way.
I won't even apologize for the rare blog posts anymore. At this point, my apologies have become cheap and too easily given so how can you, my dear readers, take me seriously? All that I can say is that I promise that posts will become more frequent as the weather gets nicer. Believe me, you would not be interested in seeing the dirty coat and boots that I wear daily. I'm hardly interested and I'm the one who has to wear them!
Anyhow, I can hardly express my gratitude for those of you who continue to tune in. I will try, however, by cluing you in to the fact that Built by Wendy is currently having a sample sale. I just bought a summery chambray top (now $10) and a t-shirt (now $20) that I've been longing for since seeing it on the drummer at the She & Him show that I went to with Rachel this past summer. The bummer is that shipping is a whole eleven bucks, but I guess if you consider that the t-shirt was marked down from $45, it doesn't seem too bad. Recession be damned!
Since I don't have any outfits to share with you, I thought that I'd share a couple of images from my inspiration folder (all of our computers have 'em).
If this economic depression can bring about one good thing, I think that it's the return of men dressing like this.
Jean Shrimpton visits the doll hospital.
Maybe my favorite image ever. If I had it my way, I would always dress like a member of a depression-era (I'm seeing a theme here) circus... without the poverty, ostracism, and animal cruelty.
Only Chloe Sevingy has the confidence to pull off a turban with what looks like a romper.
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On the set of Roman Holiday.
I'm in constant awe of how stylish Michelle Williams is. Constant. Awe.
Oh, Marianne Faithful. I will resist the punny commentary that your name presents and focus on the sunglasses... and the bangs... and maybe the ruffles, too.
There are plenty more images to show, but I still need material to get me through the rest of the season.
Anyhow, I can hardly express my gratitude for those of you who continue to tune in. I will try, however, by cluing you in to the fact that Built by Wendy is currently having a sample sale. I just bought a summery chambray top (now $10) and a t-shirt (now $20) that I've been longing for since seeing it on the drummer at the She & Him show that I went to with Rachel this past summer. The bummer is that shipping is a whole eleven bucks, but I guess if you consider that the t-shirt was marked down from $45, it doesn't seem too bad. Recession be damned!
Since I don't have any outfits to share with you, I thought that I'd share a couple of images from my inspiration folder (all of our computers have 'em).
If this economic depression can bring about one good thing, I think that it's the return of men dressing like this.
Jean Shrimpton visits the doll hospital.
Maybe my favorite image ever. If I had it my way, I would always dress like a member of a depression-era (I'm seeing a theme here) circus... without the poverty, ostracism, and animal cruelty.
Only Chloe Sevingy has the confidence to pull off a turban with what looks like a romper.
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On the set of Roman Holiday.
I'm in constant awe of how stylish Michelle Williams is. Constant. Awe.
Oh, Marianne Faithful. I will resist the punny commentary that your name presents and focus on the sunglasses... and the bangs... and maybe the ruffles, too.
There are plenty more images to show, but I still need material to get me through the rest of the season.
2.20.2009
The Duck and Diane
I don't know about you, but I have a love/hate relationship with fashion forward couples, especially when they look happy and unpretentious. I LOVE that they look so cute, approachable, and into each other. I HATE that they look so cute, approachable, and into each other, leaving me with nothing to make fun of them with in a lame attempt to boost my self-esteem. I know a few of these couples in real life (one of them cowrites this blog), but I unfortunately can't take secret pictures of them to post on the internet so that everyone can gush/admire/cry out of jealousy. Thus, I turn to the world of celebrity.
Imagine my excitement upon seeing this picture of Joshua Jackson and Diane Kruger at the Tommy Hilfiger show at this month's New York Fashion Week.
Ah, how I love a little classic American prep when done right. I'm not sure if I'm into the whole matching thing, but I will forgive on account of sheer adorability and blazer-iness. And is Pacey rocking an ascot? Close enough.
*Photo from Go Fug Yourself
Imagine my excitement upon seeing this picture of Joshua Jackson and Diane Kruger at the Tommy Hilfiger show at this month's New York Fashion Week.
Ah, how I love a little classic American prep when done right. I'm not sure if I'm into the whole matching thing, but I will forgive on account of sheer adorability and blazer-iness. And is Pacey rocking an ascot? Close enough.
*Photo from Go Fug Yourself
2.10.2009
A Girl and Her Dress
Dress: Leifsdottir via Anthropologie
Coat: some random Marshall's brand
Tights: Target
Shoes: Kenneth Cole Reaction
Spring has arrived...ish.
Well, it is just beautiful outside and it's taking every ounce of my will to be grateful instead of focusing on the colder days to come. I'm doing a pretty good job I think. Today I managed to wake up before 10:00 and scrounge up an outfit. Not only that, but I also walked downtown and got an iced tea... which I drank OUTSIDE! It's crazy what a 50-degree day will do to Wisconsinites in February. In some parts, 50-degrees is considered down-right cold, but here it brings people out in t-shirts and flip-flops (I am not one of those people).
Anyway, between all of the galavanting in the sun, I got my act together enough to take some pictures of my threads. Enjoy it because it might be the last of this sort of thing for awhile (March, we say hopefully).
I'm not sure if I quite trusted the sunlight at this moment, so I stuck in the dark close to the organ.
But I eventually warmed up and moved to the sunnier kitchen. In this photo, I was unsure if my self-timer was working, so I was looking at the camera with crazy eyes. They had to go.
Braver still, I moved to the front porch and realized that there was nothing to be afraid of. This bike is not mine. It's my roommates, but I do have a matching one in red. Her (the bike, not the roommate) name is Francoise and she lives in the house during winter.
And then I made myself comfortable.
sweater/blazer: anthropologie
dress: vintage
wedges:vintage
bracelet: found
porch: my house
Anyway, between all of the galavanting in the sun, I got my act together enough to take some pictures of my threads. Enjoy it because it might be the last of this sort of thing for awhile (March, we say hopefully).
I'm not sure if I quite trusted the sunlight at this moment, so I stuck in the dark close to the organ.
But I eventually warmed up and moved to the sunnier kitchen. In this photo, I was unsure if my self-timer was working, so I was looking at the camera with crazy eyes. They had to go.
Braver still, I moved to the front porch and realized that there was nothing to be afraid of. This bike is not mine. It's my roommates, but I do have a matching one in red. Her (the bike, not the roommate) name is Francoise and she lives in the house during winter.
And then I made myself comfortable.
sweater/blazer: anthropologie
dress: vintage
wedges:vintage
bracelet: found
porch: my house
2.08.2009
Dear Readers,
Sorry for being a big loser of a blogger. I guess the mission of the blog failed, as my spirit has certainly been crushed by winter, hopefully not for good, but definitely for now. Here's the kicker. We're just finishing up a weekend in which it was 40-degrees and felt practically like summer. While it may have lifted my spirits a little bit, my fashion spirit is still pretty low. I've been going through this whole routine where I put on a cute outfit, look at my dirty snow boots that I have to wear because it's wet and slushy outside, and think 'what's gall darn point?' before changing back into black pants and a stretched out sweater. Other than that pathetic ensemble, the only thing that I've been wearing is my bed (always in fashion). Yep, I've been clockin' in some Zs much at the expense of my homework.
Over the next few days, I'll try to put some post-worthy outfits together, but no promises of anything spectacular because EVERYTHING in my closet looks staler than the loaf of bread that I just threw away while cleaning out my cupboards. Anyone else having this issue? I'm not just talking winter wear; it seems like every piece of clothing that I own has been worn to death. Blerg! Why do I own so many freaking cowboy shirts?! Or boring t-shirts? Or ripped up sweaters? Why do I only own one pair of good walking shoes and why do my frye's give me blisters every time I wear them?!
Alright, enough of me whining. How about I introduce you to a new fashion blog that I just found? I think that it's very inspiring and it's from Australia, which means (taking a moment to adopt the voice of Oprah) SUMMMMMMMMERRRRRR! It's called Esme and the Lane Way. To get you interested, here are a couple of images (taken without permission) that I found in a few short minutes of browsing:
Must... get... yellow... shoes... for summer... or... will... die.
I love the idea of stripped socks and heels. And swings.
Mmm, green.
Alright. I'm off. Books by 19th century women authors beckon me along with, yes, more bed.
XOXO,
Maddie
Sorry for being a big loser of a blogger. I guess the mission of the blog failed, as my spirit has certainly been crushed by winter, hopefully not for good, but definitely for now. Here's the kicker. We're just finishing up a weekend in which it was 40-degrees and felt practically like summer. While it may have lifted my spirits a little bit, my fashion spirit is still pretty low. I've been going through this whole routine where I put on a cute outfit, look at my dirty snow boots that I have to wear because it's wet and slushy outside, and think 'what's gall darn point?' before changing back into black pants and a stretched out sweater. Other than that pathetic ensemble, the only thing that I've been wearing is my bed (always in fashion). Yep, I've been clockin' in some Zs much at the expense of my homework.
Over the next few days, I'll try to put some post-worthy outfits together, but no promises of anything spectacular because EVERYTHING in my closet looks staler than the loaf of bread that I just threw away while cleaning out my cupboards. Anyone else having this issue? I'm not just talking winter wear; it seems like every piece of clothing that I own has been worn to death. Blerg! Why do I own so many freaking cowboy shirts?! Or boring t-shirts? Or ripped up sweaters? Why do I only own one pair of good walking shoes and why do my frye's give me blisters every time I wear them?!
Alright, enough of me whining. How about I introduce you to a new fashion blog that I just found? I think that it's very inspiring and it's from Australia, which means (taking a moment to adopt the voice of Oprah) SUMMMMMMMMERRRRRR! It's called Esme and the Lane Way. To get you interested, here are a couple of images (taken without permission) that I found in a few short minutes of browsing:
Must... get... yellow... shoes... for summer... or... will... die.
I love the idea of stripped socks and heels. And swings.
Mmm, green.
Alright. I'm off. Books by 19th century women authors beckon me along with, yes, more bed.
XOXO,
Maddie
1.24.2009
It runs in the blood (Dottie)
Over the holidays, I coincidentally came into some old family photographs on either side of my family. It's so fascinating seeing pictures of people in my bloodline who I've never met yet am so connected to. Even more fascinating was seeing photos of my two grandmothers, Mary and Dottie, when they were younger. It's both frightening and beautiful to see how they've changed and how they've stayed the same. It almost makes me excited to get older and view my life in retrospect.
Here are some pictures of my father's mother Dorothy. She is the most modest down-to-earth woman that I've even met and yet she has one of the most interesting pasts (I'll go into that some other time). She once told me that fashion was "never really anything that interested" her. Looking at these pictures of Dottie, the young vivacious actress that moved to New York City by herself after college, it's hard to imagine that that's true.
This is Dottie during her time in college. I love her Peggy Olsen-esque bangs (only they look much better on my grandmother).
This is from her wedding day. Rumor has it that this dress was made by the same people who made Grace Kelly's wedding dress!
And this is my grandfather whisking her away the day after they wed. Once again, I think that this dress is so Grace Kelly that I can hardly stand it. Seeing this picture makes me pretty sure that I need a dress like that if only to twirl around in front of the mirror. I also love the corsage and how big it is. What she remembers best is the camel-hair coat that she deems entirely "impractical," but so "lovely." And the shoes. THE SHOES!
I haven't scanned the photos of my maternal grandmother Mary yet, but look forward to those to come!
Here are some pictures of my father's mother Dorothy. She is the most modest down-to-earth woman that I've even met and yet she has one of the most interesting pasts (I'll go into that some other time). She once told me that fashion was "never really anything that interested" her. Looking at these pictures of Dottie, the young vivacious actress that moved to New York City by herself after college, it's hard to imagine that that's true.
This is Dottie during her time in college. I love her Peggy Olsen-esque bangs (only they look much better on my grandmother).
This is from her wedding day. Rumor has it that this dress was made by the same people who made Grace Kelly's wedding dress!
And this is my grandfather whisking her away the day after they wed. Once again, I think that this dress is so Grace Kelly that I can hardly stand it. Seeing this picture makes me pretty sure that I need a dress like that if only to twirl around in front of the mirror. I also love the corsage and how big it is. What she remembers best is the camel-hair coat that she deems entirely "impractical," but so "lovely." And the shoes. THE SHOES!
I haven't scanned the photos of my maternal grandmother Mary yet, but look forward to those to come!
1.23.2009
I only have four-eyes for you
Bespectacled people, prepare to be enraged. I'm a little bit jealous of you. Yes, this is an ignorant statement. I'm very grateful for the services that my good vision has provided for me and, given the option, I'd keep my 20/20 over a sweet pair of tortoise-shells. Still, I just love glasses so much. I do need them to read (my eyes over-focus and cross, giving me headaches. No joke!), but have never had to give glasses a full time gig. I guess what I love about them is how, no matter how the rest of you looks, a cool pair of glasses can make you look cool by association. Plus, they hide dark circles and you don't have to wear eye make-up.
I recently found my dream glasses at the Moscot website:
I love the way they give off a retro-geek vibe, but steer clear of over-sized hipster goggles. They sort of remind me of Anna Karina's glasses, only I think that the Moscot silhouette is a little more me and a little more functional.
The good news? They make them as sunglasses (although I do like the idea of clear lenses better)!
The bad? They're $175 for the frames alone. That's not too bad of a price if I were wearing the frames all of the time because I needed them to see, but it is quite a bit for something that, in this grey Wisconsin winter, I'd only wear sporadically. Besides, there's a recession on! Maybe if I pinch my pennies, I'll be wearing these puppies come June.
If you know of anywhere that I can get similar frames on the cheap, help a sister out!
I recently found my dream glasses at the Moscot website:
I love the way they give off a retro-geek vibe, but steer clear of over-sized hipster goggles. They sort of remind me of Anna Karina's glasses, only I think that the Moscot silhouette is a little more me and a little more functional.
The good news? They make them as sunglasses (although I do like the idea of clear lenses better)!
The bad? They're $175 for the frames alone. That's not too bad of a price if I were wearing the frames all of the time because I needed them to see, but it is quite a bit for something that, in this grey Wisconsin winter, I'd only wear sporadically. Besides, there's a recession on! Maybe if I pinch my pennies, I'll be wearing these puppies come June.
If you know of anywhere that I can get similar frames on the cheap, help a sister out!
1.19.2009
The Lake City Lake Girls Teach Gym
Those who can't do, teach, and those who can't teach, teach gym.
Sometimes in winter you want to stick your head in the oven just to get warm. And maybe die, too. Along with dry skin, frost bite and gray skies, winter also comes with a limit of sartorial choices. We're not sure if we're in a position to guide you, but no one else is stepping up to show you how it should be done (or how it shouldn't be . . . ). Class is in session, so it doesn't matter if you have your period: you still have to play. To the courts!
Lesson One: Just because you wear AA doesn't mean that you have to look like an asshole.
Jersey (the fabric, not the state) is nice for winter. It's breathable and easy to layer, it comes in many colors, and you can easily wear long underwear with it (yay for stretch!). Unfortunately, one of the largest suppliers of this miracle fabric is American Apparel. Here, I demonstrate (ideally) that just because you buy an item or two at AA, you don't have to look like one of Dov Charney's personal prostitutes.
dress: aa
leggings: aa
jacket: target
boots: frye
necklace: thrift
pose: icecapades
Lesson Two: Embrace the fat layer winter gave you.
We all grow a couple extra chins during the cold months. Instead of being an annoying whiner who complains to everyone with ears, saying "God, I have to go to the gym. I'm so fat!" why don't you just embrace the extra? Look at the added pounds as a reason to love yourself more (now that there's more of you to love!). But even though you might look like you're stuffing a few acorns in your cheeks doesn't mean you have to dress like it. Find shapes that compliment your body type!
tee: thrifted
vest: anthro
skirt: old navy
leggings: target
Lesson Three: Layer with different textures
One way to add flair to a weighted down wardrobe is to wear different textures. It's even better if you wear various silhouettes from different eras and sexes (winter is perfect for a little androgyny), always keeping in mind the age-old mantra that less is more
blouse: old navy (i know, right?!)
vest: vintage
jeans: joe's
loafers: thrift
tam: marc by marc jacobs (only 17 dollars, yall)
necklace:vintage
Lesson Four: Be a weirdo.
Having to wear a coat often makes one question the point of looking nice. Why dress up when you'll be covered by a bulky coat? Think of a bulky coat as an opportunity--to be weird. Under the cover of a coat, you can wear things you would never consider in summer. Look at this as an opportunity to experiment: with menswear, bright colors and funky pleated pants.
purple sweater: limited via marshall's
mustard blouse: bcbg
pin: vintage
pants: thrifted
Lesson Five: K.I.S.S. (Keep It Simple, Stupid).
There are enough things about winter to make us uncomfortable. Why add you wardrobe to that list? Wear longer shirts (preferably in a color that compliments pale skin) so that they don't ride up and make your back cold. It's also nice to do this in a breathable fabric because, believe it or not, you can sweat in the winter. Adding a simple pair of straight-legged pants and a nice pair of boots (f.y.i., Fryes have NO traction on ice) makes for a comfortable, yet polished look.
shirt: target
jeans: levi's
vest: thrift
boots: frye
earrings: uo
pose: sexytown
Lesson Six: Be soft (and warm!)
Sometimes winter is beautiful, right? Like when the snow falls in bits instead of blizzards and the branches have white coats. I'm trying to write this with a straight face but then I look at the photo below. Maddie described it as: "You look like you're in Narnia! Not that that's a bad thing." Well anyway, I feel soft, draped in boiled wool and muted colors. So try it out, bitches, and get off my lumps.
sweater: anthro
blouse: anthro
skirt: anthro
guess who shops too much at anthro: me
The bell doesn't dismiss you! WE DO! Alright... Go ahead.
Sometimes in winter you want to stick your head in the oven just to get warm. And maybe die, too. Along with dry skin, frost bite and gray skies, winter also comes with a limit of sartorial choices. We're not sure if we're in a position to guide you, but no one else is stepping up to show you how it should be done (or how it shouldn't be . . . ). Class is in session, so it doesn't matter if you have your period: you still have to play. To the courts!
Lesson One: Just because you wear AA doesn't mean that you have to look like an asshole.
Jersey (the fabric, not the state) is nice for winter. It's breathable and easy to layer, it comes in many colors, and you can easily wear long underwear with it (yay for stretch!). Unfortunately, one of the largest suppliers of this miracle fabric is American Apparel. Here, I demonstrate (ideally) that just because you buy an item or two at AA, you don't have to look like one of Dov Charney's personal prostitutes.
dress: aa
leggings: aa
jacket: target
boots: frye
necklace: thrift
pose: icecapades
Lesson Two: Embrace the fat layer winter gave you.
We all grow a couple extra chins during the cold months. Instead of being an annoying whiner who complains to everyone with ears, saying "God, I have to go to the gym. I'm so fat!" why don't you just embrace the extra? Look at the added pounds as a reason to love yourself more (now that there's more of you to love!). But even though you might look like you're stuffing a few acorns in your cheeks doesn't mean you have to dress like it. Find shapes that compliment your body type!
tee: thrifted
vest: anthro
skirt: old navy
leggings: target
Lesson Three: Layer with different textures
One way to add flair to a weighted down wardrobe is to wear different textures. It's even better if you wear various silhouettes from different eras and sexes (winter is perfect for a little androgyny), always keeping in mind the age-old mantra that less is more
blouse: old navy (i know, right?!)
vest: vintage
jeans: joe's
loafers: thrift
tam: marc by marc jacobs (only 17 dollars, yall)
necklace:vintage
Lesson Four: Be a weirdo.
Having to wear a coat often makes one question the point of looking nice. Why dress up when you'll be covered by a bulky coat? Think of a bulky coat as an opportunity--to be weird. Under the cover of a coat, you can wear things you would never consider in summer. Look at this as an opportunity to experiment: with menswear, bright colors and funky pleated pants.
purple sweater: limited via marshall's
mustard blouse: bcbg
pin: vintage
pants: thrifted
Lesson Five: K.I.S.S. (Keep It Simple, Stupid).
There are enough things about winter to make us uncomfortable. Why add you wardrobe to that list? Wear longer shirts (preferably in a color that compliments pale skin) so that they don't ride up and make your back cold. It's also nice to do this in a breathable fabric because, believe it or not, you can sweat in the winter. Adding a simple pair of straight-legged pants and a nice pair of boots (f.y.i., Fryes have NO traction on ice) makes for a comfortable, yet polished look.
shirt: target
jeans: levi's
vest: thrift
boots: frye
earrings: uo
pose: sexytown
Lesson Six: Be soft (and warm!)
Sometimes winter is beautiful, right? Like when the snow falls in bits instead of blizzards and the branches have white coats. I'm trying to write this with a straight face but then I look at the photo below. Maddie described it as: "You look like you're in Narnia! Not that that's a bad thing." Well anyway, I feel soft, draped in boiled wool and muted colors. So try it out, bitches, and get off my lumps.
sweater: anthro
blouse: anthro
skirt: anthro
guess who shops too much at anthro: me
The bell doesn't dismiss you! WE DO! Alright... Go ahead.
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