Sites to love

So, this is a random late-night post. I'm bored. I feel the need to share my love of a couple of sites with you at this very moment because waiting until morning just will not do. Especially because I will probably oversleep, and probably not by accident but just out of absolute anger about how my morning will be spent: In biology class. Science is not my forte. At all. So, anyways...how much do I love Missbehave?!

Quite a lot. Their daily blog gets me through the occasional bout with boredom while at work. Just when I thought there was not a fashion publication out there as random as I am, I was happily proved wrong. I only bought my first issue this month, and read it for the first time in May, but I am going to pay for a subscription! There isn't a Borders for an hour and a half away from my house, hence why I've been deprived. Any magazine that includes Dairy Queen, Aerobics, and advises you to deep fry everything all on their front cover gets a thumbs up from me.

Also, all Midwesterners should be super excited to check out The Midwasteland
Actually, everyone should be excited! It has a new look, and it's flyer than ever. Street style, features on fashion and culture written by contributers from all over the midwest, and (coming soon!) a regular blog. Check it out immediately if not sooner.

Now that I'm done rambling, I will continue to pick off chipping nail polish, ponder showering, and fighting with myself about how it's probably too late to eat but how I'm a little too hungry to care about that. I'm so inquisitive!

Making a lake of the East River and Hudson

How much do I love New York? A whole lot. Probably even more. It is my favorite city in the world, after all. I really enjoy the scent of melting, glittering asphalt. I love taking the subway (when it's running on time and everything and not out to just piss me off), going to Brooklyn for my favorite meal of all time, the random things you overhear, the hilarity and ridiculousness of the catcalls, and all of the strange encounters I seem to have EVERY time I go--even after having been 17 times in the past 7 years. My brother used to call Williamsburg home, and I have fond memories of walking through his quiet Brooklyn neighborhood alone at eight am. Waving hello to the old man who owned the meat store or stopping to smile and fawn over an adorable dog. Even though I know living there would be far different than any of the trips I've taken, I think I'm going to be damned well equipped with at least some of the skills I need when I move. And I will! I swear. I could never go against the pact I made with myself at age twelve.



I did my fair share of shopping (lots of florals and the BEST marc by marc shirt ever), saw Crybaby on Broadway from the 3rd row, ate way too much good food (papaya dog, Spice pad thai, mac and cheese and wine at DuMont, pizza, Good Burger, Pirozhki from Veselka etc...blahh), and likely killed my arches due to all the pavement pounding I did in heels for wonderful nights out. All well worth it and in great fun, though!

Decorative parrot in our hotel room.
Russian ELLE. I am such a Russian Nerd.
We're weird and we know that.

Milk-Maid Braids and Flowers.

Now that I am (sadly) sinking back into reality and coming off of my National Championship high (but not completely!  I will probably be on that high at least a little bit for life), I have returned!  Today started out fairly nice, clear, and sunny.  I even needed sunglasses most of the day, and shielded myself from wind with just my little leather jacket.  I left my journalism class at 4:15 and the weather had become unfortunately overcast and chilly.  I just want a big chunk of nice weather, is that too much to ask?  My boyfriend and myself went out to celebrate our 20 month anniversary and it started to rain, a cold, visible breath kind of rainy-ness.  So lame!  No matter, though, I still wore milk-maid inspired plaits in my hair and a floral dress...One of my favorite dresses.  Partly because I got it for one dollar, but mostly because it is the best floral print ever.  Also, I don't know if anyone else does this, but I buy my opaque tights from the discount dance website.  After being a dancer, I've realized that no tights are as durable and truly opaque.  My recommendation to you.  

Floral print mini-dress, leather belt, and bangles, vintage; tights, bloch dance; high heeled oxfords, built by elves.  

PS: If you are a fan of street style, culture, clothing...hell, even if you WEAR clothes, you need to check out the Midwasteland based in Chicago.  Another plus, I will be a contributing writer in the near future...thanks, Monica!  

Playing Favorites

It all started with the t-shirt for me.  When I really got into thrifting around six years ago, all I bought were strange, vintage t-shirts.  My habits have yet to change.  Every time I find myself in a DAV or Goodwill, I bolt for the kids' section in search of another gem to add my huge collection.  With such an ample supply, it is hard for me to choose a favorite...kind of.  I have narrowed it down with three to show you.  All are thread-bare and soft as butter, some with questionable markings from owners past.  The tags have frayed or just come off completely.  And I love them just as I love some of the beautiful vintage dresses I own.  I like to see myself as an equal opportunity wearer.  Even if you consider yourself a fashionista of the highest standards, I don't care: Girl has got to have her t-shirts.  

Pictured above is a shirt that I've only had for the past year, maybe.   Yeah...I don't get it either.  

Alright, so this isn't really vintage.  Unless you see 1998 as far enough in the past to be considered vintage.  This shirt I actually stole from my boyfriend.  It's a souvenir from his boy scout camp.  He got free reign to decorate a t-shirt, and this is how it turned out.  Puffy paint never looked so regal.   
Few things are better than sporting an artistically illustrated Captain Kirk and Spok.  This shirt was wedged between about a million others in a huge, bi-annual, hospital rummage sale.  The date of copyright on the shirt is 1985, I think.  I'm not sure how successful Star Trek IV was, but I thank my lucky stars that it produced this t-shirt for my wearing pleasure.  Not pictured (but should be!) is my "We are the World" shirt, which I WILL include on this blog sometime.  Honorable mention to: My Alf 1987 shirt.  You put up a good fight.  

And, because I have pictures, today's outfit!

Eyelet Dress, Kimichi and Blue; Green Cardigan, pink 40's deco belt, vintage; tights, bloch; mouse flats, Marc by Marc Jacobs.