See those two necklaces? See how perf they are? One of my longest running sponsors and rad jewelry designer has decided to give away one of these bad boys to one of ya'll. My Salvation is a shop full of quills, bones, hair pipe beads, and even casted pieces like these dagger necklaces. Browse the store while you eat some brownies and listen to The Tough Alliance, and you're guaranteed to have a great night.
Can we please take a moment of silence for this outstanding crochet gem? ______. Yesterday was the perfect weather of all the perfect weather, so naturally I wore the perfect crochet top of all the perfect crochet tops. I've been seeing sparks fly in my rapidly-growing relationship with halter tops, namely cropped halter tops. I don't know, I just love 'em. Horizon's Edge was awesome enough to send this one over awhile back and I couldn't help but wear it immediately, even in the freezing weather. I FROZE FOR THIS. If you're into the same crochet-free spirited-colorful shiz that I'm into, you should check out Georgia's store here. She's got some awesome goodies.
I don't know about you, but I am itching to be in the desert right now. This top wants to be in the desert too, on my body. I need a road trip. Soon. Reeeeeeeal soon.
thrifted belt and dress, jeffrey campbell boots, ebay necklace, vintage sunglasses
The colors and their warped formation show a great deal how my thinking has been as of late. Not better, not worse, just different: slightly confused and dizzy with a lot of powerful mind changes. I've got some big events coming up. Some life changing shiz. The Stick and I are about to embark on a big unknown adventure and I'm working on eliminating all fear and worry, replacing it with just being present.
Allow me to inelegantly hold my bangs to the side as the wind steadily pummels my face with MAGNIFICENT FORCE. Does 26 mph wind constitute the entire day as a mild tornado? No? Balderdash! But really, I have been too distracted by these velvet tie-dye shorts to truly care about wind. How freaking good are these? Like, what? I got them from micksmakings - a store full of great spandex-y hot pants and leotards for great prices. These shorts are only 16 bones. Perf. I now say 'perf' instead of perfect. The Regina George in me has been released. Perf will catch on, you'll see.
As you all know, I battle a lot of things ranging from Anemia to Tinnitus to fabric-dyed orange skin. Poor me. To make matters worse, I also have a troublesome ongoing battle in my head with my attachment to decades. Since I love absolutes, being unable to decide which era of fashion I adore most is more upsetting than this constant ringing in my left ear. I kid. (and my health issues are rather lame, too!). I do find myself arguing with...myself... over and over when I think I want to solidify this "image" of...myself. Do I want to pay tribute to the late 60s/early 70s? Or would I rather show my gratitude for the 1990s? I love the tie dye and fringe and psychedelic prints of the late 60s. But what about the flannel and gothic mesh and conch shells of the 90s? The hot pants and maxis of the early 70s make me happy, as well as the combat boots and batik print in the 90s. In a battle where there can be no winners, WHO. WILL. WIN?!
Wait a second. I remember wearing "flower power" inspired tops in the 90s. I remember wearing tie dye and long maxi skirts. And weren't the high-waisted shorts just an acid-washed mirror of the high-waisted pants in the 70s? What about the fringe on motorcycle jackets? In the 1990s, not only did I rock the typical grunge-goth look, but I also dipped into the 60s style of clothing that came back in the 90s. That's right, folks. In the 90s we dressed like the our current decade AND the 60s. Well, I suppose we have a winner. Congrats, 1990s! *confetti!* You succeeded in making your own rad fashion statements as well as recycling the best trends from earlier decades. *more confetti!*
Your prize is a freaking great song from the 90s!
I really wanted to put this song up, but it missed the 90s by one year. I will put it up anyway, as tribute to the amazing almost-90s.
shorts - diy, top - thrifted and diy shredded, boots - uo, bag - euphoria
If you are a close friend of mine then you know that I used to be quite the bully - a terrorizing little redhead who loved making people squeal and cry because clearly I had some control issues. Had? I mean have. The controlling person in me has simmered down, but the bully in me has completely died off. I'm not a moron jerk anymore, I promise. I've said my apologies. Back in those days I was never really victim to major bullying but I certainly heard my fair share of taunts when it came to my transparent white legs. I was called the "flashlight of the pool" when we would go swimming. People loved pointing out the brightness of my skin as if they were being blinded by two fluorescent lights. It sucked. I was so insecure about it that I didn't wear shorts once throughout high school. And now look at me: freakishly obsessed with shorts and still really white. Milky, rather. We'll just say that. Pale redheads go through a lot of BS until they are old enough to not give a crap and realize that they are rare and awesome. To all the redheads out there- CHEERS! Wear shorts! Luv u.
These shorts are effed. I let the bleach sit for way too long and now the denim has alopecia areata in the butt region. Nothing a pair of biker shorts can't fix, though.
vintage top, thrifted boots , belt, and shorts, euphoria bag
Found out I am anemic, yesterday. Guess that just makes me passably more goth without even trying. Unless these pills help, I now shrewdly have a bona fide excuse to be an irritable and tired little brat. "Sorry, it's just my anemia acting up. I can't help it."
But seriously, this shirt. I forgot about this little number. I color coordinate my closet (don't we all?) and I think this top was hopelessly squeezed between two much larger red tops that bullied this one into a merciless red fabric sandwich. Poor guy. After making a pile of unwanted clothing the other day, it finally got a chance to breathe and grabbed my attention along with it. BAM. Get on muh body! Before it gets too hot! Speaking of heat, look at this:
That's what I call a good week. I will ignore the wind, to keep my positive outlook. Wait, I'm not positive! I'M ANEMIC.
