this is what you would call a "when you have 5 minutes to leave the house" outfit. and just to complete the rushed slacker circle, this is what you would call a "when you have 5 minutes before you pass out" post. i'm sorry for the quick words and snooze-worthy outfit, but i will have exciting visual stimulation the whole rest of the week! and hopefully a little funny banter too. mmm snooze....zzzz.... speaking of funny banter thanks to everyone for leaving their tattoo stories/comments.....loved 'em.
1/24/11
1/23/11
the good, the bad, the ugly
the harmless (age 18). the original plan when i got this was to get a heart on each side. but after the guy finished i looked in the mirror and thought, hmmm this is a tattoo on my chest. maybe i should just go for the one and see how i like it. thank god cause otherwise i would look like a playing card.
the pretty bad (age 19). i've pretty much come to terms with the fact that this is an oakland a's tattoo. i pretty much just tell people that now. because i got tired of them asking if it was. i got an a for ashley, which might actually be more embarrassing than an oakland a's tattoo. so, goooo team! big fan.

the cute and tiny (age 25). i got this for my badass nephew, julian river. it's from one of his books called the little fur family. this little guy is going places. he's on the move. he even has a tiny bearclaw.

the bad (age 17). girls first tattoo. can't you tell? the first tattoo could really only be one of two things: a star, or a butterfly on my lower back. still hate this, but i think i made away with the better of the two.
age 22. this one is from a painting by one of my favorite artists, mark ryden. he's rad. and this is blurry.

(age 25) crazy dog lady taken to a whole new level. for my dog, coco. i didn't name her. not that i think coco is a bad name, it's just a little common. she's cooler than a coco. i like the name coco for a person, but in the dog world, it doesn't have as much street cred.
and there you have it---you asked! my not so cool walk down tattoo memory lane. hopefully you didn't think they were deep and meaningful. no regrets.
and there you have it---you asked! my not so cool walk down tattoo memory lane. hopefully you didn't think they were deep and meaningful. no regrets.
1/21/11
goldmember
i'm obviously not the first to say this, but i love me some american gold. every single piece rocks my world. it really couldn't be more awesome. thank you, american gold, for existing in the world. i imagine the perfect maxi, and you make it. you're psychic. and let me tell you, climbing a ladder in a long dress is scary, dude. i don't recommend it. but why would you be doing that in the first place? it's dumb. hell yeah, weekend. here's to climing ladders in maxi's! and supersize goblets of drinks.
dress at spanish moss, clutch: vintage
1/20/11
concrete jungle
get on the boat the banana boat...i think of that song every time i put these banana tights on. either that or, come mr. tally man tally me bananas. what's a tally man anyway? i rediscovered this giant bag that i love in my closet. it takes up half my body but it doubles as a bed on the go! there's a pillow inside and you can just jump right in and take a little nap. it's major downfall is there are 2124809 pockets that you can't use. cause if you use them you spend the next 9903261 minutes trying to dig in every pocket to find whatever it is you are looking for. reminds me of the alexander wang spring strappy bags. and yet another gigantic top. i <3 gigantor tops. 4 eva.
top: sharon wauchob, tights: nightcap, boots: dolce vita, bag: gardem
1/19/11
red rum
and here it is. just call me big red. love? hate? if you hate it i'd rather not know cause, 1. it's just mean, and 2. it's already done. and permanent. i just couldn't get that blonde right to save my life. a day off in venice. cheese plate of life, courtesy of gjelina. crazy that i live in california and haven't yet done the obligatory beach post! here you go, with a creepy fog vibe instead of the fun in the sun frolicking. which will surely happen. sun flares, big sleeves and all.
top: opening ceremony, jeans: jet, sweater: inhabit, pics: the fellow in the texas tuxedo
1/18/11
look at them girls with the daisy dukes on
apparently i own more short sleeve sweaters than i had ever imagined...and what's the point of a short sleeve sweater, really? if its cold you're gonna want your arms covered, and if its hot you're not wearing a sweater.....it's like the ugg boot and skirt combo (aka my worst nightmare)....but i must say i really like this oxymoron sort of a sweater. and i also like tiny little nugget bags, which a new realization. this whole blog thing is such a strange objective look at your wardrobe...lover of nugget bags, burnout velvet (velvet as a whole), wearing pockets as shorts, vests of all sorts, boots for days (and months, and years), crazy dog lady.....p.s. this blonde is gone. phew. get ready.
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