Karl: Now available to cuddle.

Is it wrong that I want Karl in my bed? In teddy bear form? I guess Steiff, German teddy bear makers, don't see anything strange about it because they're offering you a teddy-version of the man for $1500 big ones. Guess those little plastic sunglasses must be designer. Maybe someone will get crazy and make a DIY Karl Teddy Bear? Someone with a lot of time on their hands should do that...

Stars and Stripes and neurosis (forever).

You know those times when it's almost midnight, and you just put some homemade cupcakes in the oven, but you spilled flour all over the floor (as always) and you're down on your hands and knees with a paper towel and some Fantastick getting said flour all over the hems of your Marc Jacobs jeans and hoping to god that the internet wasn't lying to you when it said (as if it were an actual person) that sour cream was an acceptable substitute for buttermilk, and yet you justify it all because the cupcakes are for your brother's birthday and you're wearing that cute little vintage ruffled apron with the pineapples on it? No? Maybe it's just me.

I swear someday I will have actual posts. Long weekend away from home coming up. After that I'll be listing more vintage on eBay, doing outfit posts regularly (it's my independence day resolution), and working most likely long hours at night for Grease.

Happy Fourth of July to all who celebrate it. Now pull a Karl and get all patriotic-like!

I'm not a stripper.

During the summer, I get strong, unusual cravings for tragically campy cinema. For the past four or five summers, I have gone to the video store (do they still call it that?) with my family seeking out horrible and hilarious movies. Typically it ends up being a horror film (I stand by the original Amityville Horror being THE funniest of the horrors), but once in awhile, something outside of the horror genre will produce glorious, golden camp. I give you Showgirls. If you haven't seen this movie, please, go watch it now. Well, maybe not all of you, considering it is NC-17, but you should at least catch the edited for tv version they show onVh1. The 1995 film stars Elizabeth Berkley (you know, Jessy from Saved by the Bell? Who can forget!). "A young drifter, named Nomi, arrives in Las Vegas to become a dancer and soon sets about clawing and pushing her way to become the top of the Vegas showgirls." (thanks, IMBD) As if that shouldn't lure you into seeing this film, I have found upon recent viewing that the 90's threads Nomi (what a name) acquires after reaching some stardom are really kind awesome in the way that only early ninetie's clothes can be. She has a penchant for Versace, all things body concious, and fringe...or really anything that adds a strange urban cowgirl element to the ensemble. Unfortunately, there are very few photos of some of the costuming, so I decided to compile a little collage of WWNW -- what would Nomi wear? Try not to be too dazzled by my paint skillz, now.
I don't know how many strippers, I mean, dancers, should actually serve as inspiration for any wardrobe. But damn it, if loving Nomi is wrong, I just don't want to be right!

Squeaking By

Holly Golightly had Cat.  I want Rat.  It is true--while most fashionistas would likely squeal and run away in their platform ankle boots from a rodent, I have recently gained an irrepressible affection towards rats.  I cannot afford to keep a dog or a cat, but a rat, with their little pink hands and a helpless look in their beady black eyes seems realistic!  What is unrealistic, is the Willard like existence I have envisioned for my squeaky little companion and I (minus using the rat for purposes involving revenge and/or death).  My rat will walk on a leash.  I will train it to use a litter box.  It will watch tv and read magazines with me.  So clearly, I am insane.  But, before all of you exit this blog totally dismissing rats and myself entirely, I thought I would highlight some moments rodents have had in fashion.  

I don't know how many people actually read this book, but, come on, look at that little guy.  He is totally popping a wheelie with style--and safety!--with his white helmet.  But, I feel that Ralph S. Mouse is lacking something and should be sporting a little leather motorcycle-inspired jacket.  Perhaps that's more of a style reserved for non-mice?



 If that is the case, this slick number from Urban Outfitters could add some edge to any of the spring frocks you may donning (off or on a motorcycle, crazy girl).  

Alright, so how many of you are into polka dots, brightly colored pumps, and bows of any kind?  Plenty, I'm sure--myself included.  While I have never considered the fact that my fashion inspirations and choices may mimic those of mouse girlfriend Minnie, I am becoming more aware of the fact that I truly need a pair of yellow pumps.  Yellow is a fantastic color for spring, and it is actually quite wearable and versatile, adding punch to any outfit.  

Pictured above is a sunny, Minnie-esque pump from Steve Madden.  The pointed toe isn't too severe for a casual ensemble, and the heel height makes it great for walking comfortably on campus or hitting the dance floor!  

These are the rodents that are keeping me company until I find the genius-rat of my ridiculous dreams.  They are also the most awesome mouse-moment in fashion history.  These Marc by Marc Jacobs mouse flats are adorable and quirky, complete with whiskers and metallic pink nose and ears!  Unfortunately, mine have yet to debut because of snow and slush.  So whether you're a fan of motorcycles, Minnie, or Marc give it your own little twist--and don't get caught in a fashion trap!