Vintage Lollipops

Sometimes, my life is very interesting, and yes, full of quite the unexpected. Sokay , there's this place I know of that for the last gazillion years or so has, reportedly, a cornucopia of paranormal activity, apparition sightings, mysterious happenings, and whatnot. With Halloween in sight (a family favorite), a few of us took it upon ourselves to confront the supernatural folly of one such Zombie Road... call it research, so to discover whatever it is people have claimed to experience along it's broken pathways. A vast 2-mile stretch of fallow woodlands nearly obscures a seriously dilapidated/moss-covered road that leads to nowhere, while ubiquitous terrains and rickety arcane bridges once housing a railway are the only eerie remnants of the story. With that said, isn't this appropriate attire for a girl on such a spine-chilling outing? I'm thinking, yes. I'll poorly document the rest of this excursion... later.

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.

Took a work breather to play with the bolshie chihuahuas (Pixiewinkle shown) ... so damn cute, I couldn't resist giving her a little spotlight.

    Incidentally, photography has always been a passionate leisure pursuit... I love disturbing, whimsical, grubby, possibly dilapidated, unusually besmirched, unanticipated locals to offbeat everything else. Seeing as I write for a living, taking random coffee breaks to appease my love child camera makes these artistic opportunities equipped for a pitch-perfect documentation. I'm always directing, adjusting lens angles, and tripod positioning for the utmost tangible rocumentaries.

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.

This past week has been more engaging than I could've ever imagined, and now it's back to reality. Whimper-whimper. Extracting the downtrodden feeling, I'm reallllly tired from unreserved amounts of blithe frolicking... but all was worth it. We took roughly 6749365 pictures, so I'm planning a little documentation over the next coupla days, but bear with me... it's a process. Oh, and the handbag was one of my great Goodwill finds... $800 Gustto for 12 bucks!

Teal Goodness Dress and belt, vintage. Cuffs, Splash. Shoes, Mossimo. Tights, NM. I'm getting published... and this particular photograph was captured subsequent the most awesome news. Yay Me! So, the creamy lace dress and navy belt are both vintage… albeit the Maryjane's are a recent addition to the others in my closet, I'm craaaazzzy about the blood-red teal combination.

Top, VS. Skirt, F21. Heels, BCBG. Cap, D&Y. Clutch and Bangles, vintage. Right now, I’m strangely passionate about uber-high waisted skirts, jeans, and shorts… and by some fashion godliness, I surprisingly located this skirt (shown before) among the quantum masses of longtime favorite haunt, Forever 21. Many can relate, I'm sure. Offsetting a blazing heat, the fairy tale vibes of my (still somehow) groomed garden absolutely lends to the whimsy of this photograph. If I should say so myself… While showcasing my latest pair of savage kicks that provokes a ting of ‘ Practical Magic-ness’ , I’m gleefully pleased to announce that one of my articles is again set to appear in an unnamed Teen Magazine… Yay for me! So on this arbitrary note, I’m currently awaiting the bastard-child e-mail, better known as editorial revisions (cue the scary Hitchcock music), and a shudder befalls the anxiousness and downright trepidation. Wish me luck! (insert audible gulp)