...because I use it to hold my safety pins.
Also, there is nothing more to life than being really, really ridiculously good-looking.
[images from models.com and I'm really sorry I have no idea who those lovely boys are, only Chanel and Aggy]
Above, VW Lady Dragon LOVE HEART, $126 (US)
Above, Alexandre Herchcovitch's JOY, $86 (US)
Above, me suffering from a sinus headache. Gray top: gift. Shorts: supposed to be undergarments, my grandmother.
Above, blinded by my pasty legs and gross feet.
Above, University Black Rope Sole TOMS, $58
by recommendation of Corliss and thanks to the newly formed SSR club she just joined.
This is today. I don't like what I'm wearing very much, but I would like to explain why I am now wearing my plaid Keds and not oxfords.
Above, printed thermal: Kohl's. Cardigan: mother's. T-shirt: Threadless, BFF. Skirt: Forever21. Tights: generic. Oxfords: Payless.
Dear Payless oxfords,
We've been through a lot together. When I first saw you, I already knew there was something inside of you - something I thought that I would never find.
I stepped into Payless looking for a cheap thrill. Those pointy-toed kitten heels will never measure up to you. They hurt me more than I care to remember. And they weren't the first. After so much pain, you'd think I would give up on love. But I haven't. And while I don't believe in love at first sight, I never thought it would happen like it did. Lock eyes from across the room...
I had seen those devastatingly thin, devastatingly, carelessly hip runway models sporting oxfords in Vogue, my first fashion magazine. No one at school had them. I even thought you were a little ugly at first. I wondered what people would think of you. I wondered what people would think of me. Would they question my taste? But I decided it didn't matter. You made me feel good about myself, you fulfilled my needs, and you didn't ask much of me. In retrospect, it might seem like you let me walk all over you, but in reality, it was you who let me walk all over.
At $7.99, you were probably made with the labor of slave children, but I don't care who you are, where you're from - don't care what you did. As long as you love me.
And you did. You never complained when I would think about taking you out, then deciding not to for fear of what others would think of you. Of how you looked. Of us together. I got over it eventually, but you stuck with me through those first few weeks like the crusader you are. Our relationship has grown from something people looked at and made inane comments about, like, "You look like you're wearing little men's shoes!" to comments like, "Girl, you were so far ahead of the trend."
Above, whack hair. Lipstick: Wet 'n' Wild. Cardigan: Uniqlo. T-shirt: Threadless, Captain Awesome. Jeans: Uniqlo. Shoes: Keds.
Above, whack hair. Lipstick: Wet 'n' Wild. Cardigan: mother's. Printed thermal: Kohl's. Vest: Esprit. Scarf: grandmother's. Jeans: Forever21. Oxfords: Payless. Socks: gift.
This really is quite short. Possibly shorter than the black one. (Well, I did take in the waist at two points in the back, so that may have worsened the effect.) Anyway, THANKS AGAIN, NADINE! Sorry for the glut of outfit photos.
Above, thermal: Old Navy, gift. Vest: Esprit. Tights: generic. Shoes: Payless. Skirt: gift.
Thanks for the skirt, Nadine! It's as gratifying as shopping but FREE! My favorite four-letter word.
Above, tee: Hanes men's v-neck. Sweater: K-8 uniform. Skirt: gift. Navy blue tight: BP Nordstrom. Shoes: Payless.
I'm really not used to a skirt this flouncy being this short, though. Maybe Sunshine is right. I should save myself some grief and put on pants.
I think I need to get a life. Hopping off the academic treadmill has just left me in a mental rut, and high school never taught me the (rather necessary) life skills of How To Enjoy Wasting Time, or How To Spend Weekends Not Doing Homework, or How To Reclaim Your Life Outside School.Day 1 (Cleaning Day): Wow, I have a lot of dandruff. Guess I don’t massage my scalp very well very often. The baking soda removed grease surprisingly well and didn’t leave that squeaky hair feeling like shampoo does. I don't know if that's a good thing. Lemon juice doesn’t seem to be doing much, but we’ll see. Hair dried faster than usual, though. But I don’t smell like lemons, probably because the solution was so diluted.
Day 2: Hair has a really strange texture. Almost like it’s brittle, but it definitely isn’t. Just… a good kind of dry. Clean dry.
Day 3: Feels like it’s going to grease up at the roots by tomorrow, as my hair has been prone to doing lately (probably because I’ve been blow-drying instead of air-drying). You know what I mean? When my hair doesn’t move like a curtain but little sections are sticking together. It’s not greasy yet, just on its way. Perhaps because I was REALLY SWEATY today. (See below.)
Day 4: Wow, wow, wow. The actual strands of my hair have not felt this soft since pre-puberty. I am not exaggerating. Brushed with a brush spritzed with some cheap honeysuckle eau de toilette because while I couldn’t smell any sweat on my hair, the smell of plain hair is blah. Roots starting to look a little greasy. Just a little. At my part. PM update: Oh, my hair is GREASY. Well, it’s the sort of greasy that Every-Other-Day-Washing Me would have experienced. Not like overwhelmingly greasy, but it is overwhelmingly greasy for what is only Day 4. Getting stringy clumps in the front. The part’s not looking too bad, though. Other than that, my hair is ridiculously soft, and I brushed it a million times to try to work the grease from the front to the ends. No luck. But my hair is very scarily shiny. PM update 2: Oh my GOD my hair is SO GREASY. I can make it look relatively ungreasy by brushing, but it starts to clump soon after. And… if I run my fingers through my hair, they come off a little slick. (See below.)
Day 5: Hair being strange. Part is redic greasy and ends are verging on frizzy, for the first time in my life. Perhaps because it has been in a bun the whole day.
Day 6 (Cleaning Day): Hair not feeling so soft for some reason, or maybe it’s sensory adaptation. In any case I decided that the fact that I had no flyaways because my hair was so greasy at the part that everything stuck together was enough justification to break my once-a-week hair wash. So I got some baking soda and lemon juice, eyeballed a tablespoon in separate containers, and mixed with a cup of water (ish). And then scrubbed, and once again, my hair has dried incredibly fast, the strands are softer than I am used to, my head feels really clean… and my scalp is really massaged. By virtue of the baking soda needing to be really worked in, not just slapped on top and lathered. Although. One really good part about my pre-wash hair was that it held texture really well. But the greasy part was not worth waiting ‘til Saturday. (See greasy, dandruff-encrusted scalp below.)
Day 7: My hair’s feeling a little dry, but it’s still soft. That’s possible, right? It’s only in comparison to how soft it’s been feeling lately. This is definitely softer than pre-no-poo. (That looks ridiculous. I should stop making up words) PM update: DRY DRY DRY my hair feels so DRY and not SMOOTH. Maybe less baking soda next time. I’m under the impression that I can’t continue baking soda indefinitely because it’s kind of harsh. Hm… Dilemma… PM update 2: Now the rest of my hair is starting to soften up again, but the roots still look baked dry. They feel fine. Just kind of brittle-looking. Which is not a good look.
