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Super Awesome Warrior Princess

When David and I popped into a coffee shop last Saturday morning, the universe unleashed the backlog of outfit commentary it had, up until lately, been rather dry. The barista was pretty stoked on my outfit, to the point of me finally ducking awkwardly behind David. Really, though, that’s not saying much–when strangers so much as blink at me I have a habit of ducking awkwardly behind David.

Ahem. Anyway.

It was the highlight of what turned into a pretty crum-tastic weekend, so that coffee shop is high on the list of places I’ll head to when I need my ears drowned in compliments.

Sweater Belt & Skirt: Thrifted | Tank Tights & Shoes: Target

If anyone out there is recruiting for fashion models, I would like to draw your attention to the above photo. It’s my pose. My high-fashion, avant-garde photo. So, you know, if you were curious. Oh and don’t worry–I throw in the smooshy face gratuit.

This whole outfit just started with me in a fussy mood and deciding to throw as many patterns and textures together as I could–I was actively going for a clown-esque clash look. My stepmom asked why I was dressed so fancy, though, and Kels said it was a good look, and my sister Carol even liked it. So, okay, maybe I just have no clue what looks good and what looks bad in the world. Apparently. I can live with that.

How about you all? Any fashion quirk you just don’t get? Because apparently mine is figuring out which colors go together.

PS my personal blog, LikeASmallFire is up and running, for those who are so inclined.

PPS Yes these photos are a week old. You’ll see soon enough, but unfortunately after my whiney knee injury post, my newest fashion accessory is a super awesome hellish pair of crutches

Sequins: My New Life

My new life has a very beautiful, albeit unfinished, backyard. My new life has some new chores, like watering. It has a near-instant walk to a beautiful lake, and it has new habits like running around said lake. It also has an old haircut that needs a little revitalized.

The hair is in one of it’s ever-cycling Straight Phases, and it’s beginning to look like half a helmet. Thoughts for how to fix? I was thinking about building some layers into the side near the shave part. I was also thinking about the best way to start growing out the rest of it. Monsieur and I were going through some old photos and I heard “You had such cute hair!” more than a couple times. He assured me he likes me current ‘do, but still. It’s true. I had really cute hair. I’m torn between how much I love the photos of my old hair and how much I love the feel of my current. The look, though, is shaggy. Soooo pretty please fill in some comments if you’re so incline.

Do you like my new photo buddy? His name escapes me at the moment, but my dad and I share a love for gargoyles. Perhaps it’s genetic. I have one who’s living in a box with the gnome who used to hold my keys for me, and I know they’re itching to escape and go one with their lives. They live near a gold triceratops as well, and the three are just the best of buds.

It’s in writing this that I realize I never shared pictures of my old apartment on the blog. Trust me–it was full of whimsy, silly crafts, and tiny creatures full of personality.

Dress (worn as a shirt) & Skirt: Thrifted, Shoes: Modcloth

No animal or creature, though, has enough personality to rival that contained within this skirt. Nice segue, eh? Eh? Seriously, though, this skirt is just hilarious and awesome and cool all wrapped up in one neat line of fabric. I can’t come up with much more beyond basic filler, but my head is in the clouds. Or in my to-do list, which is equally lofty. I promise fun things soon, not excluding a complete revamping of my other blog (which has currently been left to die a sad, unloved halfdeath in blogging purgatory).

Sequins: Mi Falda Favorita

Confession–I don’t speak Spanish. It’s not that shocking of a confession, really, until you learn that Spanish is my dad’s native language. And that my mom speaks it very well. And so does my sister.

Me? I took French in high school. And college. Luckily, so did Monsieur. And french was one of his mom’s native languages. Also, that last sentence is strange. He only has one mother, but she has multiple native languages (she’s from Switzerland, and grew up in Cameroon). If you guys have a recommendation on how I should phrase that sentence (nudge nudge, Violet), I’m totally game.

However, for this skirt, Spanish is a necessity, since it is definitely mi falda favorita!

My mom came into town last Wednesday, and it was just so so nice. You know those times where you just want your mom to come and take care of all your problems? It has definitely been one of those months. She didn’t technically take care of all my problems, but she bought me a really tasty (and super unhealthy) dinner, listened to all my problems, and gave me tons and tons of love. Which, really, is what I need when I say I want someone else to take care of all my problems. She was even willing to stay super late and listen to Monsieur play at open mic!

He did great and sounded awesome. He also looked awesome, due in large part to the shopping trip he finally let me take him on last Monday. I’ll do a full fashion post for his new look soon, but trust me–he’s looking pretty sharp. He’s getting more outfit compliments than I am!

And with a face like that? I’m shocked. Shocked and stunned 😉 Okay also silly story about the tights? I was trying to figure out what pair of tights I wanted to wear, since pretty much every color goes fabulously with the skirt. Mustard yellow? Cobalt blue? Orange? I couldn’t decide. I remembered the bright red pair my stepmom gave me for Christmas, though, and thought “Oh that’ll be radical–I’ll wear tights that are the exact same color as my skirt. That feels so strange and foreign, but I bet it’ll look cool”. So I did. And I told my sister my thought process. As she laughed at me, it occurred to me that’s just what normal people do, isn’t it? Match the skirt to their tights? I’ve gone so bizarre and weird in my clothing to make a full loop back into balanced, healthy color matching, haven’t I?

Shirt: thrifted, Banana Republic/ Belt & Skirt: thrifted no label/ Tights: gift, Express/ Shoes: B&G