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Blurred Lines

[Let's pretend I haven't been MIA for months and get right back into it, shall we?]

I blame Holly. My gorgeous, farie-esque partner in crime has the most incredible fashion sense. She can combine a thousand and one elements into a single outfit and it’s awesome. But. Her taste in shoes often leaves me bewildered (is Frankenstein-chic a thing?). At this point, we’ve agreed to disagree about what goes on south of our ankles and consider it a pleasant surprise when we find a pair of shoes we both like. I suspect I’ve been spending too much time with my dear friend, because the line has been blurred. The line is shoes, by the way, not the summer smash hit that borrows a bit too much from Marvin Gaye.

I used to be sure. Now I look at a lug sole, a leather bootie with cutouts and chains, and I think…maybe? Yes. No! maybe. Point #1 on the blurred line: Ugly Good. As in “They are so ugly. I WANT THEM ON MY FEET RIGHT NOW!”

Shoes so ugly, they're good. Or something like that.

1) Walter Steiger, 2) Shoe Cult by Nasty Gal, 3) Jeffrey Campbell, 4) Zara

I can so imagine strutting around in those Jeffrey Campbell boots with leather leggings and a cape, pretending I’m an action hero in a post-apocalyptic America when in reality, I’m just grocery shopping.

I’ve Moved On

I wish I could say I’ve been radio silent the past few weeks because I was on a secluded island with kittens, puppies, and Tom Hardy, but no. I was packing up all my shit, wondering how it’s possible to own so much clothes and still have nothing to wear, and gleefully anticipating my shorter commute to work. My arms hurt from lifting boxes and moving, and my legs are killing me from the stairs at Porter Station* but I am now a resident of Somerville and no longer living in my parents house! It’s practically like I’m an adult.

 

I’m loving the new place, and when it isn’t a total mess I’ll share some photos. In the meantime, you’re stuck with photos of me. In a shirt that *could* be Missoni if I wasn’t perpetually broke and a scarf that I love so much I want to be buried with it.

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shirt- Jones New York
jeans- Forever21
boots- Elie Tahari
coat- Zara (old)
scarf- vintage

 
 
 
 
 
 

*Porter Station is approximately 12,000 feet underground and you have to climb approximately 257,349 steps to get in and out. Boston-based folks know I’m exaggerating only a tiny bit.

I Don’t Care if it Hurts I Wanna Have Control

As a Capricorn, I’m supposed to be a bit of a control freak. I’m not. It sounds like a lot of work. I prefer to pretend that I don’t care about how things turn out because if something goes wrong, it’s not my fault. That’s much healthier, right? Despite it being the holiday season, I’ve been feeling a bit stressed.

I do find that new clothes help with stress, especially free clothes! This shirt and jeans are from The Swapaholics clothing swap I mentioned before. I know, it’s not the most exciting outfit, but I spent the day walking around and wanted to be comfortable.

outfit white button down shirt grey jeans boots

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I went to the ICA (Institute of Contemporary Art) and left with this cool…thing. It’s supposed to be a table runner- there are matching placemats available. But currently it’s hanging on my bedroom wall and looks great. I don’t have a dining table, anyway.

 

MAC Charteuse pigment

MAC chartreuse pigment. My sister hated it, but I’m sort of obsessed with this shade.

 

shirt- J.Crew via The Swapaholics
tank- Zara
jeans- Helmut Lang via The Swapaholics
boots- Boutique 9

 

Listening to… “Creep” by Radiohead

Can’t fight the seether. I can’t see her till I’m foaming at the mouth.

outfit with skirt and bright tights

I wore this outfit…Monday? It was a long week and this truly was the only outfit worth photographing. It would have definitely looked better with heels, but what can I say? On a rare occasion, comfort wins over style.

 

blazer- H&M
shirt- Target
skirt- Gap
necklaces- Forever21
shoes-zara

 

Listening to… “Seether” by Veruca Salt