Vintage Lollipops

Until I can actually buy all the wonderfully perfect pieces on my wish list, I'm preparing and re-preparing my penchant for velvet boots, pattern coupling, strappy things, baggy things, and lots of effortlessly sporty elements. And overalls, I want overalls! Other stuff:  Please don't forget to vote for my PLNDR Brand Battle Design:  http://bit.ly/SfPaQs  

Some things are better in pairs if you counterbalance the equation with all the necessities of color... for example, double denim and sprays of yellow flowers. Definitely contemplating my fall palettes and don't foresee passing on canary shades.   Silly car moments. Contrails too good to miss.... now if only I could write my next book in vapor trails.  (Vintage tunic, Miu Miu Satin Daisy Clogs , Dylan George Deconstructed Czar jeans, DIY flower pin  Blue Onoin Marketplace , Vintage Gap bag)

Woke up feeling exponentially girly. Add multiple layers and blend until smooth. Currently in the process of six new drawings. Yay! Bakers suede fringe boots are still good to me. Always immortalize interesting light-filled puddles. Need to take vitamins immediately. Inspired by Jennifer Love Hewitt's Ghost Whisperer wardrobe. Never hesitate to wrap your midsection with a Victoria's Secret black satin robe's belt. Really need to remove myself from this desk chair and workout for 90 minutes. (H&M ruffle vest, Forever 21 lace tunic, tulle skirt, jacket, and fabric/cross ring, Badgley Mischka bag, Vintage fox tail and black diamond ring, Bakers suede fringe boots, random sequin scarf and tights)

Nestled into my ritualistic spot in the writer’s lair, this early morning grogginess calls for only one solution, an uber-astringent coffee-coma. While poorly attempting to reboot my mental hard drive from last’s night block party/scary movie combination, naturally, the hardly theoretical premise of seasonal concepts got me thinking. Spring, summer, autumn, winter… fashion. Springtime is like the icing on the cake, a teasing foreplay to what’s yet to come. Gradually, the sizzling summer heat sweeps through, peeling us from our clothes and dousing wardrobes like garland with tatty denims and platform gladiators. With a gust of wind, autumn rushes in accessorizing our lives with tights and trousers while winter… the shameless faux fur climax of the year, is frosting us with style. With that said, I felt a little ACDC graphic tee was necessary and um, the chains around my boots were once bra straps... now aptly deemed boots straps. I guess Victoria really does have a secret.

After metamorphosing a pair of Old Navy poseur cutoffs, as well as an incredibly revolting pair of vintage leftovers (shown), I finagled the not so pretty into something of the neo-trashy oh so good modernization. And let me say this, while taming a near-psychotic fit of jubilation that I’ve become, somehow, blatantly fixated on these seriously destroyed, maltreated, beaten-to-death, physically battered, near pulverized, I kicked their sweet little ass tatty denims that I felt a proper post was the order of the day (err, make that evening). Ugh... my love child camera is tired.

Just some random backyard adventures and misadventures... after the resurgence of several obscured pieces in the nadir of a well-discussed sickly closet, my love child camera beckoned the opportunity.