Commentary on this blog hasn't been very interesting lately. Mostly variations on "Pretty!" and "Hey, look! I can download a picture!" I'm fine with this. Because in my mind I am really well-dressed.


(Greek wool shirt dress)

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Work appropriate with skinny wool pants; for the bar after work, just take off the pants.


(Kate strap dress)

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Big diamonds: gaudy. Big costume rings: awesome.


(discovery ring by Rachel Leigh)

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Occasionally, when I pass some flawlessly dressed woman on the street, I wish that my blue hoodie and green sneakers would magically morph into this:





(Field day coat from Anthropologie and Chloe circle buckle shoes from net-a-porter.)

Labels: choice, shoes, stay toasty

(mini carlota bag)

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(from Bluefly)

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Two points of consideration: 1. I am going out tonight and 2. I am in denial about my clothing budget. Gleefully embracing said denial (which conveniently negates pesky considerations like money, delivery options, and weather), I have decided that this might be the perfect outfit.

Jersey and ruffles. Girly is good. Let no one tell you otherwise. Development racer back dress:


Madras plaid silk louise clutch (note the pleats):


Yes, I still need shoes and maybe some decoration for this to be an actual outfit, but whatever. It's wishful thinking and I'm hungry. My chances of getting this dress are significantly lower than my chances of getting a ham sandwich. So please excuse me while I get some ham.

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Because practicality is boring and I don't encourage it: mother-of-pearl mosaic clutch. (And, no, I'm not entirely sure what "avast" means.)


(via Bag Snob)

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My purse currently holds a day planner, two books, lunch, about four different lipglosses (amazing, since I never actually seem to have glossy lips), and a whole mess of other necessary stuff like loose change and bits of paper. Sometimes I even try to stuff in dance or yoga clothes, often with little luck. A roomy canvas Thursday bag might be my answer.

Labels: bags, indie design

I like this. It's kind of funky. It's got a good name (curious collared petal dress). It looks comfy. I would probably wear it over pants because it looks less dress and more tunic to me. But then I also don't like having to think about how I bend over to retrieve my keys. I drop my keys a lot. Meaning: short dresses are out.

(From Etsy.)

Labels: dresses, indie design, tops

Going to work on a beautiful Monday morn is painful enough without the added insult of shoving your recalcitrant limbs into unforgiving work clothes. So I don't. This is not to say I'm trotting around downtown San Francisco naked, it is to say I am currently garbed in a striped shirt and hoodie. I am classy. I am professional. I should be wearing this swamp grass t-shirt instead:


Doesn't that look cozy? All nice and jersey with some swamp grass to add appeal? I mean, what isn't appealing about swamp grass?

Labels: indie design, tops, whimsy

I pounce on anything that can be worn outside without socks. Or arm covering. Or any type of practicality at all. Because the breeze is warm, the blossoms are, um, blossoming, and anyone who doesn't live in the Bay Area is hating me right now. It's the perfect time for this dress:

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I have often wanted to address the rampant consumerism that populates this blog. But is it really consumerism if I don't actually buy anything? If I mostly just like it because it's pretty? Hard to say. Especially as my greedy little heart would have spasms if any of this just appeared in my closet. Without the resulting credit card bills.

Because I am a slothful lump who would rather eat almonds and read the Fug girls than explain this for myself, I refer you to this post over at Bunnyshop. She is quite witty and erudite in the explication of the fashion/shopping blog.

And, because the last post was abysmally picture poor, here is a photo of a lovely Nancy Gonzalez bag. I admit to not quite understanding these bags (why is the skin of a large lizard luxurious? discuss), but are stunning nonetheless.

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Damn bluefly and its teasing ways! My chances of winning the bluefly bag of the day are far less than my chances of breaking a leg in the next 17 seconds. I insist on trying anyway. You should try too.

Bluefly's latest bag giveaway is here.

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In honor of our blushing, spring-imitating weather, I give you my favorite sorts of dresses: short ones.

I'm quite enamored of this Rebecca Taylor jumper ($284 from shopbop) and its cozy pockets.


I would wear this constantly, as I am lazy and black is easy. None of that 'Can I wear lime green sneakers with a red t-shirt?' nonsense. Egyptian cotton boatneck dress ($98 at J Crew) .

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Pleats on skirts: Eh. Pleats on pants: May as well lease a minivan and mark out some time in your day planner to cry when your teenager mocks both car and pants. Pleats on purses: Yes. Especially in orange.


Miu Miu's knotted leather hobo is quite, forgive the word, kicky. Hey, David Sedaris used the word "kicky" once and I aim to emulate David Sedaris in every way. Except for the fussy gay man thing.


More Miu Miu, as my love for Miuccia remains strong. The napa soft satchel is a bit more sedate. Certainly less orange.

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I have a special fondness for arm warmers. Perhaps it's their utilitarian awesomeness, that which allows me to wear my favorite t-shirts in highly inappropriate weather. Now that I have found these, I can't imagine not owning them. I feel I need these. And they need me. We are meant for each other.


But...I could be wrong. It has happened before, hard as this is to believe. Perhaps I need these instead. Perhaps WE are meant for each other.


I am torn.

Also in this lovely shirred cotton are shirts. Shirts I also must own. Oh, dear. The grocery money is just flying out the door today. Perhaps in burgundy?


Or maybe in grey?


Find all sorts of other good things at treehouse 28's Etsy shop.

Labels: indie design, stay toasty, tops

Perhaps. I find I don't care. Peter Pan collar reminiscent of Catholic uniforms: yes! Mini skirt reminscent of those naughty Catholic school girl Halloween costumes that really just aren't that daring anymore: yes! Really, really skinny legs: perhaps not. Especially given recent cookie consumption. (Alice + Olivia '60s dress)

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I recently waxed philosophical about Marc Jacobs. Or, as philosophical as one can really get over pieces of cloth whose only real function is to keep you warm and decent. Is that blasphemy? That may actually be fashion blogging blasphemy. Not that I'm a fashion blogger. Fashion bloggers know trends from 1983, who designed those trends, and how those trends are applicable today. The extent of my fashion exposition can be encompassed in "Ooh! Pretty!"

Anyway. More Marc Jacobs. Because I'm loving the layers and the red shoes. Hey, look! Layers and red shoes! Awesome. I'm even enjoying the shorts. It's been a long, hard slog, getting me to appreciate the shorts.


Less on the layering, more on the pseudo-safari, mostly urban, kind of military look. That's really quite a look - and more fully explicates my inability to do much in the way of fashion commentary. Sateen jacquard jacket and faille skirt - I also feel uneasy about my inability to define either jacquard or faille. Perhaps I need to take cloth less seriously. Especially as cloth is unlikely to ever hire me and give me dental.

Labels: skirts, tops

I recently paid upwards $20 for lip balm. ($22.50, to be exact.) In my (rather weak) defense, Fresh Sugar lip balm is the lip balm of the gods. Seriously. Hera endorses it. Zeus sneaks into her makeup bag, looks furtively both ways, then slathers it on so his lips are moist and plump before dining on ambrosia in the God Hall.

This stuff has SPF 15 (I was feeling insecure about the lack of SPF on my lips) and sugar. Who knew lip balm had sugar? If you're raising your hand, DEAR GOD, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER? It appears to have such random ingredients as blackcurrant oil and grapeseed poly-somethings. All I know is that it heals chapped lips right up, smells awesome, and is expected to keep my lips from withering up and falling off.

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I would now like to compose an ode to shiny dresses.

...

Fine. I'm not so good with odes. I'm better at shopping than composing verse. Though I do seem to recall a poem about bell peppers that won me much coveted praise from my senior year English teacher. Yes, I am a geek. I would like to be a shiny geek wearing this silk dress:


Or a Jackie O. geek wearing this belted jacket and plisse skirt.

What, exactly, is plisse? I assume it's a type of material, probably a type of a fancier nature than polyester, given the general price of these garments. I could just look it up, but what fun would that be? No fun at all. I prefer to make up a little story about Monsieur Plisse who invented this fabric in 1725, when his small, cabbage-shaped dog peed all over the bolts of cloth lying about his tailor shop. I am assuming that plisse really has nothing to do with canine urine.

Both from Akris.

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Soft, shirred cotton, pastel colors, and girly appliques totally belie the don't-wear-this-home-to-grandma messages tastefully stitched onto the necks and sleeves of these truly awesome shirts.


Guess what the sleeve of this shirt says? No, really. Guess. If you said, "No time to fuck", well, you're just criminally awesome. Like these shirts. Here's the I like it rough version:


Other styles say "Insatiable little thing", "Good luck, motherfucker" and the ever-articulate "You suck." My personal favorite? "I can only please one man a day. Today is not your day, and tomorrow doesn't look good either."

I'm giddy with delight.

(via Fashiontribes)

Labels: indie design, tops, whimsy

Sometimes jersey just doesn't cut it. Especially when your thighs are currently retaining some of that lemon pound cake that is so fresh and citrus-y in the pan and so...bulky under your pants. Stars of the silver screen ate cake, my friends. That's one of the reason we like them so much. Dresses that let you eat cake (as long as you don't require too much oxygen):






Vintage 1950s evening dresses from Posh Girl: red dress, black velvet and taffeta dress, blue white stripe swing dress.

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