Super amped on inspiration!

Finally, at long last, I have ventured into the world of Wardrobe Remix.

Holy shitballs it's so overwhelming. Yet fun and SO inspirational at the same time.

I like to browse for women who seem to be about the same body type as myself to see how various things look on them. And I am so impressed!

It made me decide that I will try to tuck in a shirt. Into a high waisted skirt.

I'm a bit anxious, because I am a gal with not only a thick waist*, but a high waist. But I'm going to give it a go and see what I think.

What do YOU think?

(Don't you love the term "thick waist"? That is how my mom always described me...ever since I was little, "thick waisted." It might seem a bit harsh but it's so accurate! Hey, anything sounds nicer than "spare tire," or "beer gut" or something!)

Clothes swap a-go-go

Witness the majesty that is: Clothes swap!

Fun with proportions!

And later that evening ...

"That just happened. In Kroger"

Those were the words that came out of Brittany's mouth when we left. Kroger.
And she was wearing this:





(Don't you think this pose is PERFECT? Hair all to one side!)

I bought this beautiful romper at an estate sale for a mere $2 a few weeks ago. I knew it wouldn't fit me, but someone HAD to have it.


This, however, poses the question: Rompers? WTF?


Just google "romper" and the first image is not a baby ... oh no friends, it's a lady. In a romper.


Ok, ok, they're kinda cute. Kinda nostalgic, even quaint. But don't get the runs while wearing one of these beauties. They are not known for their ease of removal.







This is the other estate sale purchase.
Pastel florals? check
Built in bra? check
Smocked back for comfort? check







I call this baby the "Friends Season 2 Special." Savers, $6.
And yep, it's a romper. Surpise!

Ugg alternatives

I discovered this great post about Ugg alternatives on DaddyLikey.

Now I am thinking about some sweet snow boots instead of Uggs.

Like these maybe?

(Yeah yeah, it snows maybe once a year in Arkansas. But c'mon, my feet get REALLY COLD, I swear!)

What I wore with strangely feathered hair in the office:

Shirt: TJ Maxx (double X)

Jeans: Banana Republic outlet

Shoes: Syechelles via Goodwill

Necklace: estate sale

Earrings: The icing

Bracelets: gifts

Sometimes I am in a hurry and don't put much thought into what I wear. Today was one of those days. I had to take my mom to a doctor's appointment and was in a hurry to get to work. I'm loving these black jeans though! They are a product of my outlet mall adventure with my dear sweet brother in Destin. Unlike my other black jeans, I am handling these with extreme care to prevent fading: infrequet washings, cold water only, hang to dry! That's how much I love 'em!

(If you look really hard you can see that I am posing right next to a trash can. Classy.)

To Ugg or not to Ugg

It's like this:

My feet get REAL cold. Even in not-so-cold weather, my feet are cold. And in cold weather (which in AR is like 40 degrees) they are SO VERY COLD ALL THE LIVELONG DAY! I have tried countless kinds of socks and shoes. But until January I was convinced that nothing at all could keep my icy toes even a teensy bit warm. Then I went to Colorado to visit my bff Liz (oh and her hubby Chad was there too) and she sang the praises of Uggs. She, too, was reluctant to take the plunge, but did so after facing her first Denver winter. So I decided to give the Uggs a try, and wore them out one day. ALL day. OUTSIDE in the SNOW, shopping of course. I tell you, my feet have never been so warm in all their 27 years of existence.

Now, I don't LOVE the look of Uggs (but I don't hate it either.) I don't LOVE everything that is associated with them (teen celebrities, push up bras, Victoria's Secret PINK sweatpants, bleach blond, tanorexic, wannabe 16-year olds ... you get my drift) But I just can't deny the Ugg practicality. WARMTH.

So ef it! I might just do this, own this. I've got some stuff for sale on eBay (yes, the Zimbabwe Challenge rules still apply) so if I make enough dough, I just might buy some Uggs.

Here's what I'm thinkin': Gray.

When ironic fashion goes too far

In general, I am ok with ironic fashion. Nerdy old tees from the '80s? Cool. Terrible hair metal tees? Nice. Skinny jeans? Colored jeans? Bomber jackets? Acid wash? Slender canvas Keds? All fine by me.




But American Apparel has finally taken it too far.

Is it just me, or does this girl like Jennifer Garner's sister with a cold sore?

Redneck Riviera style

So I am here on a short vacation in Destin, Fla with my wonderful little brother. And I am keeping this post short because the outlet mall across the street is calling my name.

Actually, my bro lives in Thomasville, GA, but we drove 2 hours to Destin for the beach and ... well ok the outlet mall. I know, outlet malls aren't even that great, the prices are rarely as cheap as promised and the stock is usually lacking. But whatever. I'm falling for the trap. Fell, really.

Earlier today we stopped at the biggest Goodwill I have ever seen.

I scored a vintage dress and some sweet barely-worn Seychelles wedges.

Then we went to a shitty little tourist/souvenir shop.

Unfortunately I couldn't convince Brian to purchase this sweet tee. And I also could not discover how to rotate this photo. I feel so stupid and lost without Photoshop.

I think that tee, however, pretty much sums up the fashion here in Destin. And, I'm out.

Cheating

Ok, remember, I'm not buying any new stuff. Only thrifted stuff. And I can sell stuff on eBay and use the credit for new stuff. That new stuff will most likely come from eBay since that's just easier with paypal and all. Or Etsy. Don't forget Etsy!

Anways, next week I am going to visit my brother in Tallahassee. One thing I love about my brother is that he loves to shop. This has only been the case for the last 10 years or so, because as a child, he would magically come down with the "shopping sickness" everytime my mom and I, with him in tow, would set foot in the mall. Symptoms of the shopping sickness include:

• Upset stomach
• Sore throat
• Increased whineyness
• Lack of motivation
• Frequent urination

I digress. Brian, my brother, likes to shop now. He's very classic in his dress, polo shirts, khakis, plaid shirts, etc. Growing up, we bonded over many many shopping trips with mom. Back to school shopping, special event shopping, grocery shopping. We were all there, in it together, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health. So I think part of our plans for my vacation include doing a bit of outlet shopping. And I think I am going to have to put my Zimbabwe Challenge on hold for a few days. Just a few. Like, 3. I won't have a ton of money to spend, but there are a few basic pieces that I need to look for that would help further my wardrobe:

• Black jeans. Nice black jeans. I might have to spend a bit of money here, but I want some super well fitting, bootcut black jeans that I can wear in place of my semi-frumpy black dress pants. In the past, I have tried to bargain shop for said jeans, and they just end up ill-fitting and faded.
• Funky colored ankle boots. To spice up all my neutrals.

Here is a nice little photo of Brian and I from sometime last year.

And while I was parusing eBay, I stumbled upon this little number:

I don't know if it's the uber-natural looking whiskering, or the super classy dragon ass, but I think I need these jeans to live. Let's not forget that oh-so-flattering ultra low waist!

Arkie Tattoos/thrifing fun

PART ONE:

Everytime I go out, it seems, I see another person with an Arkansas-themed tattoo. Now I don't know if this happens in other states (I'm sure it does, because I've seen at least 2 wayward Texas tats here in LR) but it seems to happen A LOT in Arkansas. I had no idea that state pride was such a hip statement, but most of my life, I was given grief for being from Arkansas (I was an Air Force brat) so it's quite lovely to see so many of my bretheran proudly displaying their Arkie pride.

THE POINT: I am collecting photos of Arkansas tattoos. Here are my first two.

I think this was the very first Arkie tattoo to which I was exposed. It's on the arm of Ben Nichols, who plays with Lucero.

This Little Rock Skyline tattoo is on the arm of my friend and coworker Cash. He hooks me up wtih PPR sometimes.

PART TWO:

As I mentioned in my previous post, Brittany and I went thrifting the other day. One of the best things about thrifting is the absolutely hideous gems of clothing, just waiting there to be mocked.

I constantly wonder why metallic vinyl outfits never became a fashion staple.

I'm pretty sure Kid and/or Play wore this shirt in one of the House Party movies.

vocab lesson

Today I learned some new words. Jegging. Tregging.

Sounds like maybe a new kind of way to train for a marathon? Perhaps some sort of sailboat parts? Related to rope? Chain?



NO!


Jeggings and treggings are the uber-trendy jeans/leggings hybrid. I posted about them earlier here.

Treggins are the Brit version, the trouser/legging hybrid.


I have been doing a bit o' research, and seems like the perfect jeggings might be quile elusive.

Probably my fave pair, from good ole' Urban outfitters. They seem more jean, less legging. But I say no to tucking in the shirt. I don't ever tuck in shirts anyways because:

a) my waist starts about 2 inches below my boobs

b) tucking in shirts only emphasizes my spare tire aka donut aka Dunlap (as in my stomach dunlapped over my waistband.)

Anyone else know a good source for some jegs? (Not to be confused with jigs, or jugs, ok?)