I hate the cold but I'm so down with this sweater. And I didn't have to do any work to get this baby all deconstructed. Logically Liz, a local Nebraskan artist, sent this gem my way. I will be sporting this sweater for a good 4 months straight.
Cutting this short, as I had a long amazing night and now have work to make up for it. I leave you with some songs from a band that killed it last night, on top of being super rad guys.
My inspiration incorporating the long vest came from Vix, as I have been obsessing over her clothing as of late. I also have a new blog obsession, but I think I will dedicate a post to her later on in the week. I seriously stumble upon some freakin' great inspirational gals, it seems. Some people are so good at pulling off their "look" that it makes me seriously question my own which results in me hating everything in my closet. But, just gotta be me. Not sure what "me" even fully means, really. Seriously though, I want long hair. Enough of this mid-length BS. Grow hair, growwwwwwww.
Anyway, bleaching and dying clothing is making me ill. The fumes are getting to me. I may die. Sorry if this is my last post ever.
top from euphoria, f21 pants, uo shoes, under the pyramids triangle necklace, other jewelry
Remember how I hate wearing pants? Recall that? Yeah, not these. I never want to take these off. If I were you, I would seriously hurry up to Forever 21 and grab all of their 70s inspired gear right away before they get even more 70s printed clothing in and you become a serious hoarder (talking about myself, here). The pants weren't originally cuffed at the bottom like this but I felt it looked better with the boots.
I am following this strange trend of wearing the same style or print over the duration of a few consecutive posts, have you noticed? I guess my next post should contain more tie-dye? I wish you all could visit for just one day to go shopping at Euphoria, where I got this top. Easily my favorite local store packed full of tie-dye dresses, pants, tops, bohemian 60s and 70s prints, incense, crystals, gypsy/hemp/eastern purses hanging from the ceilings, bamboo, an overwhelming amount of jewelry, and everything else you could ever want. I get lost in the midst of it all every time I visit. Here are a few photos of my favorite store, not taken by me. These photos really don't do it justice. Just come here and shop.
If I could raid someones closet, Vix is the woman for me. I have been following her for a long time now and not only is she super rad and very sweet, but her style OFF THE HOOK. I thought she was too good to not take note of, so I am dedicating a post to her. A sidebar link just isn't enough. If you have a good few HOURS free where you'd otherwise be bored (bored? what's that?), then you can visit her here at Vintage Vixen. You might want to get a bib or a towel to catch your drool so it doesn't ruin your keyboard.
When I opened the package from American Deadstock, I was so stoked on this skirt I could hardly contain myself. Not only is it stretchy...so I can eat like I normally do and the seam won't bust or hurt my food baby, but the print is fantastic. I love the toxic galactic pattern of colors that form what looks like neon nebula vapors on the black fabric. So good. I think this is my favorite tie dye I've seen in awhile. Annnnnd...the clothing from this store is rather inexpensive. This skirt, for example, is a measly 16 bucks.
My birthday is next weekend. 27. Cool. Psyche. Whatever, we all age, but when there are digital memories slapped all over the internet of you from age youngblah to now, it's hard not to get sad and nostalgic and wish you had your old self back. And man, word of advice - don't ever look through your old Myspace photos, because if you were like me you probably ONLY showcased your most fun amazing times where you looked the best. Time to practice embracing age! What am I saying, I'm YOUNG. Jeesh. Get over yourself, Casey.
top c/o youreyeslie, bones and things necklace, stray cat booth coin belt, thrifted most everything else
I guess I've got a thing for amateur-looking shredded clothing. Something very raw and defiant about it all. If I could rip all of my clothing up, even just a tiny little bit, I would. Unfortunately, I have to keep some level of professionalism to my wardrobe. That level is what I normally wear minus the rips and bras showing (too much). I am very fortunate to work in an environment that allows me to be myself and dress how I want. Where else would I wear all of these clothes I have? I can't imagine having a career in which I would be required to wear a uniform or abide by a strict dress code. Yuck! What is the point of buying clothes - for after work when you are at home vegging out on the couch? Maybe just weekends? I don't know, but it sounds horrible to me. If you like clothing as much as I do, I hope that someday in the future you land a career where you can dress as you please. And if you're doing that now, word.
Besides the cropped top, there are virtually only two other things that don't have a deliberate rip in them. The dangly gypsy belt that I got from Stray Cat Booth, a rad vintage shop with a plethora of 70s and 80s boho/southwestern clothing - love love love. SO many things from this store that I want to wear. And this sweet bison tooth necklace from Bones And Things. If I could have every piece in her collection, you bet I would take them. Her bone and crystal necklaces are too good.
How about these insanely long roots I have going on? Yeah, my natural light strawberry blonde is making its debut. I'm attempting to grow my hair color out...which isn't too far off from what my hair is colored now. So far I feel incredibly boring and lame. It's been years since my hair wasn't a fire engine red/hot pink/coral orange color. Cheers for boring au natural.
Per usual, I leave you with a song I am currently digging.
Meet my cat-loving, tattoo-obsessed friend Michelle. Also, my coworker. You may remember seeing her in this post. I would say of all my friends, her and I have pretty similar taste in clothing, minus her no-love for velvet. Her bellbottoms are rad, aren't they? You can find those bad boys online here, at Spanish Moss. Anyway, I'm about to go see this girl right now. In fact, I am running late because of this post. I will say "hi" to her for you. Or you can just say "hi" as I am sure she will be reading this soon.
