tumble dry low

 a small breeze away from a nip slip right there. thank god i was inside. and i'm completely sans necklace which doesn't happen often. i think this neckline competes with them. neck liberation.

 various vintage adornments.....im a big fan of mixing metals. silver, gold, whatever....give it to me.

 demonstrating the matchy-ness of my dress/the floor and looking dead in the process. then i realized, sick i'm laying on the floor in a public place right now. get up. unless you want athlete's foot full body.

 neverrrrr wear these boots----love their little cowboy sally vibe, but they make my feet look 17 miles long. literally walking on cruise ships. my stepdad used to tell me he didn't need to buy me water ski's cause i already had them attached to my ankles. clearly still traumatized by that. thanks, stepdad!

that's right. a post in the laundry room. just when i thought i couldn't get any more desperate for an interesting locale for photos....but it turned out to be a perfect setting cause little did i know that the gorgeous vinyl flooring had pretty much the exact same pattern as my giant trash bag dress! perfect---cause i love me  some matchy matchy monochrome. unfortunately the yellow fluorescent lighting was a little downersaurus rex and made me look like i had a killer case of jaundice, sooooo this may be my last post in the laundry room. but it was awesome to multitask---got a load of whites done! not really, but that would've been awesome.  you know what else is awesome? the impeding weekend. enjoy amigos.

dress: life with bird, boots: mango (these are super similar), pics: zoey grossman

holidazed and confused

it's been awhile since i posted something i've worked on. i actually totally forgot that i hadn't posted this lookbook until i stumbled across it on my desktop! if you follow me on "the twitter" as my gram likes to call it---i posted some behind the scenes pics a few months back. then you could've reminded me: when the hell are you going to post that shizz? if you don't that's ok cause i forget that i have a twitter too. anywho, here's the lookbook i styled for twelfth street by cynthia vincent holiday '11. look at that sparkly backdrop. just screams holiday. needing all of the faux fur shaggy abominable snowman wears. and i could basically wear them now because california is refusing to have a summer.

photography: zoey grossman, hair/makeup: jenny kim, creative director: pj faulstick

black and yellow

these rings have been glued to my fingers. actually wore them last post---calling myself out if you hadn't noticed. got them at the flea market. cheap as hell. and don't turn my finger green. icing on the cake.

it takes me 2,730,192,381 hours to put these sandals on. no joke.

i've been dying to do a black and yellow black and yellow post for awhile now---mainly because that song is the jam (everything i do yeah i do it big--i mean, so good) but alas, unless you want to look like that little bumblebee chick from that blind melon video, black and yellow isn't my favorite color combination as far as an outfit is concerned. so you can only imagine my pure delight when we came across this bright ass yellow wall, and i just so happened to be wearing all black everything. the stars were aligned, and my wiz khalifa dreams came true. i don't wear a ton of black, but i love this dress. definitely slightly scandalous (not that it's a problem i wear denim underwear), it even has a built in censored bar to cover your boobs. the scandal factor attempts to be counteracted by a big fatty full skirt, but....it's 2 inches long. so its back to it's original stink eye scandalous.  i'm cool with that.
dress: seneca rising (it's insanely amazing white counterpart here), cardigan: recollection, rosary bracelet: born gypsy, bag: topshop, pics: zoey grossman

red morning light

 still in love with this bag after all these years, and thank god i still love it cause i'm not gonna lie i think i'm still paying the damn thing off. thank you, credit cards. thanks for nothing.

 my jesus piece. mary's in there too. holla.

 oh, the pitfalls of buying sunglasses online....i was in love with these karen walker ditties and had to order them---i was so clouded by the excitement of receiving a package that i didn't realize i look like mrs. potato head in them: tiny sunglasses+giant head.

 if my bodycon dress post wasn't enough to convince you i'm losing my mind----get ready for this shocker dudes: pants. i know, i know---messing with your minds via the information superhighway. this is as close to color-blocking as it gets for me. with a 70's, boogie nights dirk diggler leisure suit vibe. i guess it's actually not considered color-blocking when it's the same color....whatever. i've really been on a burgundy bender this past few days....considering name change---rhonda burgundy. i am chock full of deep thoughts over here....maybe i should start posting in the morning instead of after work burnt toast brain. nahhhhhhhh....this isn't philosophical 'n boots after all. i mean i named this blog after a cat that wear boots and an eyepatch. how serious can i get?

cords: citizens of humanity, top: patterson kincaid, shoes: twelfth street, bag: gucci