Tag Archives: black and white fashion

A Working Routine

Guys, here’s the thing. I’m so bored with my work wardrobe. So bored.

This was my attempt at indoor lighting. My mom donated a Sun Light to the Keep Marci From Going Insane project and it’s great on those gray days that plague this area of the country. Also, it’s really good for natural lit photos. Except I’m still working on that effort. I’ll figure something out.

Also, this is a corner of my art studio. I’m still not done decorating things, but I’ll probably get a tour ready for it when the time is right. It’s kind of exciting having a second bedroom that I can do what I want with. We have a spare bed in there as well, which means we let friends crash when they come over. It’s exciting.

Dress: Sojourner | Sweater: Kohls | Tights: Target | Boots: Clarks

And for those curious, the really awesome rug under my feet is actually a King+ size bedspread I found at Goodwill for like $5. It’s amazingly perfect, although sometimes I stare at it and am in awe at the size of the bed it must have covered. It’s enormous. Definitely a bed for epic orgies.

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What’s Black & White & Limping Like A Lizard?

That’d be a Marci. Today I’m wearing black and white, and limping the way a lizard would if that lizard’s knee cap felt like it was on fire. Take close note at my standing photos, and see how much weight I have on my right leg. The answer is going to be none.

Dress (long sleeve): Thrifted | Dress (external): Charlotte Russe | Tights: Target (like, years ago) | Shoes: B.A.I.T

I was fine for most of the day, although the past few days I’ve been feeling a twinge-y-reminder of my old knee injury. Then I got on the bus and I literally fell into the open seat as an explosion of fire radiated from my knee cap. It was awful. Walking home from the bust stop was even worse. A tear may have been shed. I could feel it through my entire leg. Ugh. Have I whined enough? Are you guys making your best “Oh Poor Baby” faces? Good.

David hadn’t come home when I took these photos (and typed this post), which means two things. First, that I had to write that above paragraph since he wasn’t here to make the Poor Baby Face (he does it so very well) and it also means that I had to take my own photos. Which is awkward. This outfit was totes worth it, though, if I do say so myself. I like the black and white combo when it combines as many patterns as possible. The back was my favorite, although it was hard to get a good photo.

Most of my day was spent running errands, but one stop on a bus I rode is right next to a cemetery. I’ve ridden this bus hundreds of times, and gone past the cemetery more times than I can count, but I’ve never had a reason to take that stop before now. I decided to take a little break after my last errand and walk around the cemetery. It was beautiful and calm, but it felt so noisy and full at the same time.

Sequins: I Placed A Bird Upon It

Happy Tuesday, everyone! I’m assuming everyone knows the reference in my blog title, so yeah… I went there. But, in all honesty, it’s true! I’ve been adding my favorite new little accessory to just about every outfit I have.

I wrote more about how I actually made it on my other blog, should you be curious. I’m planning something big with that, so you know, watch out for that.

This is possibly the most “boring” outfit I’ve put together, but that really shows how often I’m predisposed to overdoing it. This outfit is comfortable, fun and (let’s keep this on the down-low, eh?) SUPER busty. Like oh-my-goodness-maybe-not-work-appropriate-but-only-because-I’m-a-prude-kind of busty. Also, the more I stare at this picture, the more I’m like “Time for a haircut, mmm?” It’s getting a little mop-top-y. Ugh. I mean, if you can’t spike it up in a fabulous bird-of-paradise-kind of way, then what’s the point of short hair, I’d like to ask?

(How many more overly-hyphenated-types of descriptions do you think I can fit in this post? Getting too crowded with those yet? No? Good! Moving on!)

And I’ll just put this out there, but I have (had?) no intention of being a “thrifty” blogger. I never really intended to go the “and everything I’m wearing is,  like, totally for sure real thrifted”. But, um, everything I’m wearing–except the tights!– is thrifted. They were some suh-weet finds, let me tell you. Oh, wait, no–my sweater is something that was lifted from my sister’s closet eons ago. And then I made my pin myself. But the jacket, dress, and shoes are thrift store deals.

I used to work at a shop where the dress code was black and white. For a while, it included gray as well, and let me tell you–I think I kind of blew the manager’s mind with vibrant and crazy looking I could make black and white look. It was a fun game to play, and that’s definitely the source of inspiration I was pulling from this morning with my mix-and-match polka dot theme going on.

The more it gets warmer and drier, the more ecstatic I am about these polka dot shoes. Like, oh man, guys. They’re kind of the bee’s knees. They’re completely useless for when it’s wet outside since they’re made of fabric, but holy crap. They’re comfortable, they’re adorable, and they go with almost everything I own. It was a match made in heaven.

I have to say, this is one of my favorite faces to make. Is that weird, to have a favorite face? Also, and what potentially makes this even weirder, is this is only my favorite face when I have short hair. I’m much less likely to make it when my hair is long. But if you know me in real life, you’ll recognize this face. It screams I’M BORED SLASH ANTSY OH MY GOD LETS GO RIDE PONIES OR EAT SNOWCONES.

It’s also the face I make when Stripes has taken more close up shots than I’m feeling comfortable with. Moment of truth? I don’t enjoy having my photos taken. I know it’s weird to start a fashion blog up and say that, but I’m super self conscious. About, like, everything. I think recording my outfits is a good and fun way to help me push past it, and having a great bestie (Stripes) to do it with makes it even better. Which is to say, this face, at this particular moment, is saying OH MY GOD LET THIS MOMENT BE OVER SOON

And I’ve managed to showcase my abilities to write not one but TWO entire paragraphs about a face. And now I want a snowcone…