◦ ◯ BRUSH THE DUST OFF ◯ ◦

top from american vintage, thrifted shorts and boots, belt c/o bermuda triangle, bag c/o lucky vintage seattle, necklace c/o my salvation

This top reminds me of a morning in the early 90s waking up at my aunts house as the sun was rising. I remember squinting past the dusty blinds at a sponge-painted photo of an abstract multi-colored pastel sunset thinking, "I want to live in that picture." I stared at it until she groggily woke up to bring me cereal, and the image hasn't left my mind since. Almost 20 years later, I have little time to sit and watch the sun rise, sleepovers are rare, but the tribute to the painting inadvertently exists on this top. 

I finally live in that photo.

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△ BERMUDA TRIANGLE △

top c/o bermuda triangle vintage, leggings from american vintage, thrifted boots and belt, bag from army surplus

Am I wearing clothes here? I can't tell because all I see are insane cheekbones that need to sprout some additional fat cells. Plump that shizz UP, already. 

So here we have a top from a package that Bermuda Triangle Vintage sent my way. Could they know me any better? Canyon-painted mountain-desert land for the win. All of my road trips involve this terrain, so I love walking around with a vacation on my shirt. 

Lately my life has been filled with rad new friends and (what else?!) dogs. Yeah, we have yet another homeless dog. We are hoping to foster him out to a loving person/family once we get him cleaned up and his hair cut. So far we've gotten barely further than this:

Apparenly he is immune to Xanax?! This guy will NOT let us cut the fur on his head. So he looks like a giant q-tip right now. If anyone in LA wants to come over and tackle this mess, by all means, be my guest.

Real talk, though: I want/need to go on a desert road trip. Like, asap.

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◊ ◊ TROPICAL PARADISE ◊ ◊

vintage tank - shorts from uo - thrifted boots, belt and bag - eagle necklace from little shop in the badlands, random jewelry from flea markets and thrifted

Here we have my poop picker-upper/day at Home Depot outfit. With 4 dogs, the amount of crap in the backyard every week is seemingly endless. On a normal weekday, you can catch me outside dancing along to the neighbors mariachi music while wearing disposable gloves throwing turds into a plastic bag. 

If you are in LA county you NEED to go to Arcadia to a little packed store named "Thrift B.S." First off, what a great name, yeah? Second, I got this stuff:

I had such a hard time choosing what to buy because there was SO MUCH. From crystals to eastern jewelry to seashells and giant Buddhas, it seriously could not be a better find. Go there right meow! And buy me stuff.

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◎ ◯ BEACH UNIVERSE ◯ ◎

thrifted dress, vest, and shoes - bag from euphora - random jewelry, boyfriend's sunglasses

This dress was last worn in San Francisco at a dance club. I wore chunky boots and had huge hair - a ridiculous mash up of Ginger and Scary Spice. Today I'm feeling hyped on the tropical weather and greenery in California, so I switched it up a bit and threw on some shells, tied the bottom, and walked around feeling like a Hawaiian rainbow on acid.

BF and I are working on collecting palm tree prawns for an awning he is going to construct over our porch. Those suckers are big and prickly, but we must hoard them, injuries and all. We are attempting to transform our place into a beach-like parallel/dog palace. I'm gaining inspiration everywhere I look, and I feel so lucky that my roommates are not only down for my ideas, but have their own perfect ideas spawning from my conceptions. MY ROOMATES ARE AMAZING.

Also, as I am sure you've read recent posts made by my fellow blogger buds, I finally have some female companions out here! Whoop whoop. Super hyped on: Isabel, Madeline, Brit, Rachel, Seaghna, Selena, Larissa, and Sabella. Rad inspirational chicks, I tell ya. Check out their blogs, as they've got good things to say and all have killer style. Like, mad style. Like, whoa. I'm hoping it won't be too difficult to coerce them all to a beach outing soon (yeah?).

Formspring people - I will answer questions soon. 3/4 promise. That's slightly less than a pinky promise. I've got a lot on my plate, sorry.

Here are some photos of my room and porch, so far:

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3 HUMANS 4 DOGS

 thrifted boots, shorts, jewelry, bag - belt as necklace from bodhi imports, vintage punisher shirt

And two weeks later, a new blog post arrives. I finally moved into my new place in LA with 2 roommates. I LOVE OUR HOUSE. So much. We've got a ton of work to do still, but it's slowly coming along. See that door? That is our front door. We are about to make that deck look SO FRESH. See that tiny dog with the green bandana collar? That is one of many homeless dogs that roam around our neighborhood. We found him gasping for air and barely able to walk on the day we moved in. He was so unbelievably pathetic, so we have been taking care of him and turning him into a happy dog. Floatie is his name. He loves to pant in the corner with a HUGE grin on his face and closed eyes.

The heat is melt-your-face-off killer without air conditioning during the day. It makes sense to wear as little as possible, so here we have the worlds tiniest shorts and a reconstructed Punisher top. Boots are almost futile in this weather, but who would I be without boots on? A bootless simpleton. Nah.

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◅◅ CRAYON WALL ▻▻

bag from euphoria, vintage blouse, thrifted and diy shorts, boots from random store in westwood a few years back, vanessa mooney bracelet, garage sale necklaces, american apparel bandeau

 I, Casey, promise to adhere to the following strawberryfreckleface blog rules:

1. Use at least one photo with the ambiguous "hand-in-hair" gesture.

2. Never EVER look left. (my left, idiot.)

3. Always stand pigeon-toed.

4. Bring wind with me everywhere. I thought I was safe after leaving the midwest, but apparently I'm a cyclone magnet. 

5. Leave the hairbrush at home. And not touch it for a week. And then take photos.

*Real talk: I have not washed my hair in over a week and probably have tiny aquatic insects nesting in my follicles from rock jumping into river water a few days ago. My dog has acquired unrelenting fleas since moving to California, so my conceivable hair pests are my way of saying, "Hey, Stick. I feel ya. I'll keep these sympathy bugs in my hair for moral support until Frontline and flea baths start working." Guess that means I'm never washing my hair again. Sigh.

PS. I have been finding the most amazing things EVER lately when thrifting/garage sale-ing. This blouse was like fifty cents at the same thrift store in which I posted about in my last blog entry. Vallejo, man. BOMB thrifting.

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☽☽ TOGA PARROT ☾☾

thrifted shoes, bag, and dress, choker from etsy, unearthen pendulum ring, other jewelry from flea market

Sometimes things don't quite make sense. This outfit, for example. I found this large t-shirt/dress-thing at a thrift store and I was both perplexed and excited. What is this? Who wore this giant colorful potato sack before me? All of that is irrelevant now, because I'm finally ready for a Hawaiian toga party. All I need is a willing host. And some fresh flowers to adorn my hair with. 

Here are a few of the amazing new finds I got at the same oversized-parrot-top-carrying thrift store, complete with a vintage room that is only open during part of each week. I happened to go on the 50% off day; HOORAY!

This is only about half of what I scored there. Those Egyptian pillows are SO GOOD even though this photo makes them look mega faded. I just can't get over them. When I get settled, a lot of this is going on my etsy account, along with some other goodies I have been collecting over the past month. Be excited, people! 

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