Category Archives: Glasses

Hello New Glasses

Marci 11-19-12 new glasses

Okay so they’re not new, exactly. In fact, I’ve had them exactly as long as I’ve hold my other super hipster pair. However this photograph shows off the second time I’ve ever worn them in public. So, hello new glasses. I don’t have a whole lot to say about this outfit except it’s buit of pieces I absolutely love.

Shirt: Fuego | Tank: Energie| Sweater: Target | Hat: Gift | Scarf: Handmade | Pants: Kohls | Shoes: Thrifted

Shirt: Fuego | Tank: Energie | Sweater: Target | Hat: Gift | Scarf: Handmade | Pants: Kohls | Shoes: Thrifted

That neon tank is the most unremixable thing in my wardrobe but I’ll be damned if I don’t sleep in it a lot just to have an excuse to wear it. Similar thing with the tshirt, since I don’t wear them out a whole lot. The pants, well, I’m forcing myself to wear them because I love them even if I’m always in them for work, and those polka dot shoes are thing I refuse to throw away despite their matching holes. My sister says that hat makes me look like Link and I’m honestly not sure if she meant that as a reason for or against me wearing it, but it just makes me want to wear it more. Especially if I skipped a shower. If you’re curious about the hand on mouth thing, I’ll refer you to this post. If you’re curious about the wacky handwriting, I’ll refer you to the fact that I am amazing at using my laptop touch pad in Gimp to handwrite text. I plan on doing it more and more, so prepare yourselves.

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PS Writing a blog post after midnight = rambling Marci. What up. Blame Kimmy-bean for keeping me up past my bedtime.

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Faux Food Baby

This was my post-Thanksgiving outfit and I know I’ve got an epic faux food baby going on in it.

Sweater: Kohls | Top: Thrifted | Tank & Jeans: Target | Bag: H&M | Boots: Mi Shoes

It’s a faux food baby because it’s really just how I’m standing. And I’m only standing that way to keep my mouth tucked in my scarf. Also, it’s not actually that cold out in these photos. I have my scarf over my face because I’ve got a cold sore and I don’t care how much body acceptance I’m supposed to have–that is just not a photo I want on the internet. So you guys get these somewhat goofy photos instead.

On a side note, though, I love how crazy wild and mess my hair is in these photos. It’s growing out kind of crazy and I’m trying to trim it the best I can. Right now it’s in a weird faux-Kate Gosselin the early years phase. Which I did. It’s really similar to how I had it in high school.

Also, and entirely separate side note, these are the last photos with my favorite, beloved hipster glasses. They were tragically destroyed in a really frustrating accident that makes me grumpy just thinking about it. We’re talking full-on annihilation. >.< So long, hipster frames, and hello new pair that I’ve had as back up but hated for along time and now like a lot.

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Instant Fashion Blogging Costume

When I went to run errands on Halloween with my mom, I knew I’d feel like a total lame-o if I didn’t dress up at least a little. No offense to the non-costume types out there, it’s a personal choice. I dig.

 

 

This was my insta-celebrity. Just a dash of Aubrey Hepburn, coupled with a bit of sass. I know the real fashion bloggers of the world are probably shaking their head in the stark disapproval my lack of any designer anything while portraying a celebrity, but what can ya do? Me, I’ll stick to my boyfriend’s pea coat and my thrifted dress, thank you!

Coat: David’s | Dress: Thrifted | Vest: Nordstroms | Tights: Fred Meyer | Shoes: Mia | Sunglasses: F21

I actually can’t wait to get a real shot of me wearing this dress–I’m totally in love with it! My mom picked it out when we were thrifting a little bit ago. She knows me so well.

I hope everyone has a great weekend!

There are trees outside my window

Seriously guys sometimes it takes me a while to come up with a post title. Other times this time it takes me forever, until I give up and write the first only sentence that popped in my brain when I looked at my outfit photos. Suddenly the mystery of my blog writing is gone. Whoops.

There is totally a huge tree outside my window, though. Well. Outside my glass doors that lead to the balcony. I’ve been having a lame-ass time with random stuff so I told David that he should text me periodically throughout the day about the tree we have, and how awesome is our tree?

The whole view is pretty gorgeous, and definitely a large part of what keeps me sane lately! As for my jerryrigged tripod? Iffy at best. I have some normal photos, but here’s my favorite.

Sweater Tank Pants & Boots: Target | Shirt: Thrifted

It took me until typing that out to realize my entire outfit, sans shirt, is from Target. I usually make a point of avoiding doing that. Am I alone? I always feel weird when I wear all one brand. Even weirder when I walk into a store wearing mostly their brand. Gives me hives. Which is silly, I know, but haven’t we established that most of what keeps my inner wheels turning is silly? No? Let’s stare at the trees again then

Four Eyes Is So Last Season

So I’m practicing with the whole taking-my-own-photos thing, since my main photographers are pretty occupied during the day. David is always willing at the end of the day, yes, but he’s tired so I don’t want to push my luck. Also, the sunlight at 6:30 is becoming a pretty rare commodity.

Sweatshirt: Fred Meyer | Dress: Thrifted | Tights: Gift | Boots: Clarks

The thing is, apparently, I’m a total camera whore when no one is around. Also, this is a fun outfit. I keep waffling on top of the fence when it comes around to taking off the glasses from my deer friend. But who knows–maybe it’s just the peak of fashion to have a four-eyed deer companion hanging out on your top.

 

I’m getting so good at layering dresses with things, guys, it’s not even funny. I mean check out that skirt–better believe it’s a dress. Also, wearing that skirt made me ache with longing for my black mini skirt with the white birds.  I’ve only worn it on the blog  once, since it’s pretty new. But this whole jaunt into limited-closet-hood has given me some good ideas on how to wear that skirt.

Oh, also, if you’re curious, my personal blog is up and running over at Like A Small Fire (it’s a quote from a poem). Check it out if you want to read my long tangent-y rants on stuff that isn’t fashion. There’s some art and photography, too.

Oh, also also, if you’re curious, I’ve been using crutches this whole weekend but inconsistently. My knee is feeling a bit better, but constantly like a pencil is wedged under the kneecap. I can walk for a bit (or stand, or pose for a camera) but if we’re talking a grocery store trip then the crutches are tagging along.

This outfit is almost entirely c/o’d

I mean, not in the way you think. My favorite brown sweater and my only pair of jeans ripped on the same day, so my mom graciously agreed to replace them.

Sweater & Jeans: Target (c/o my mommy) | Boots: Mi Shoes | White Tank: Romys | Gray: F21 | Scarf: Vintage | Necklace: Thrifted

I wore this outfit on a breakfast date with David and my mom, and it was met with her approval. 🙂 To the point where she asked if I had taken photos of it for the blog yet. I think it’s really fun(ny) when IRL people ask about the blog. Anyway, this outfit post is for her!

We spent the weekend pet sitting for a couple we know through my sister’s in laws, and oh my gosh. They had the cutest doggie! I mean, sure, I’m partial to my own pooches, but I’ve never seen David go gaga for a dog that way. He’s not much of an animal person.

It was adorable. And I totally have way too many photos of the animals. I narrowed it down to my top favorite of each pet. Indulge me?

Just like cuddling Fluffy

My sister and I had matching stuffed animal versions of this breed when we were growing up. Her’s was named Fifi and mine’s name was Fluffy (I was the younger child, don’t judge). It was definitely my favorite stuffed animal for years.

I’m not even really a fan of cats at all (with very limited exceptions) but this guy was a total sweetie. He’s an older cat, and too lazy to finish his meows. He’d just give you a little baby-eyed look and croak a little, so I couldn’t resist picking him up and going the full monty and head-butting with him while we cuddled.

Sequins: Casual Milkshakes

Milkshakes are very high up on the List of Foods My Stomach Doesn’t Like. However, milkshakes are even higher up on the List of Foods Capable of Fixing Grumpy Moods, so I’ll make an exception every other week or so (I know, I know, it’s a problem). Monday wasn’t a particularly bad day, if you don’t count the atrocious doctor visit (which I don’t count, since I’d like to just pretend it didn’t happen. Be grateful, because if I wasn’tpretending, this post would be full of stories about how incredibly unprofessional and inappropriate he was. But I’m pretending), but the second I swallowed the last bite of the stir fry Monsieur cooked for dinner, I knew.

“Babe, I’m going to need a milkshake tonight”

And thus, the story of how Monsieur and I ended up putting clothes back on after settling in for a Monday (opposed to the pajamas we had been wearing. Jeez, guys) to venture out for milkshakes.

There are several places around town for milkshakes, and one happens to be in walking distance. It isn’t our favorite, but it is in…walking distance. So that place usually wins out.

It’s mocha salted caramel flavored. Pretty fantastic, I’d say. Not as chocolatey as I usually prefer, but very sweet. I alternated drinking it with sipping on Monsieur’s, which was a classic chocolate.

And all was fixed.

Also, for all the doubters out there about my ability to throw on jeans and a sweatshirt, I give you proof:

Sweatshirt: Fred Meyer, Jeans: Gift, Shoes: Toms, Scarf: Vintage

I’m so hipster even my shirt has glasses. True story, Stripes asked if I added them on. I didn’t. I’m actually constantly debating taking them off him. I’m pretty sure Fredrickstein has perfect vision.