I'll exaggerate to illustrate, the origin of illness

So obviously the epic cleanin' out my closet post didn't happen, but I'm begging massive soul-sucking sickness and hoping you'll forgive me...

But now for something even more exciting... part deux of what will Kat be up to during the first two weeks of September. Do we all remember the rules? I've got another picture and hopefully, this one will lead you closer to the massive (and I mean massive) event that I will participating in, in two weeks time.



Any guesses yet? Well, if you still have no idea... check back next week and I will be revealing all. But until then, we will be returning to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow

Informer, you no say daddy me snow me Ill go blame

Just came back from getting my hair done - I was supposed to get it cut and colored, but wound up just getting a color; hot pink streaks... and now I'm suffering from a bit of dyer's remorse and hoping I don't look like Avril Lavigne (ew)

I also went out shopping again, in the hopes of finding more stuff to add to my back-to-school wardrobe... it seems I'm having a lot less luck in the major department stores than I am at my work's thrift shop, but I'm still ever hopeful. Unfortunately, I only scored a pair of new shoes - (RED) Converses, black with wings on both sides, a necessity as my Sailor Jerry pin-up Converses are about to collapse in tatters of canvas and rubber. The rest of my excursion was uneventful, except for the two minutes I spent in Urban Outfitters, before fleeing in fear that the overly-aggressive hipsters would take one look at my loose (but not boyfriend) black jeans and Zellars t-shirt and start to pelt me with snakeskin leggings and ironic faux-vintage t-shirts while screeching "Unclean! Unclean"... yeah, never repeating that experience again.

I feel like I'm being a bad fashion blogger as I haven't been that infused with fashionable posts lately, but stay tuned for my post tomorrow where I attempt to tame the wilds that is my closet and possibly, if you're lucky, post some picks of my most recent clothing scores

A Fashion Conundrum

So, I'm in need of a new fall coat... I've been using the same navy blue blazer for years (Ultra-trendy wool coat from JC Penny, personalized with silver paint by moi in homage to my hero, Jimmy Urine) and I think it's time to give up the ghost.
I've got a couple of possibilities in mind, but have largely ruled most of them out for varying reasons... which results in my conundrum:

(Battalion Jacket in Black from Modcloth.com)

I loved this marching band style jacket, but at the price tag of $101 dollars, its a little more expensive than my broke college student funds can afford... so next contender:

(Sargeant Sally Jacket from Twicebitten.com)

I love the look of a blazer with a hoodie underneath. Especially a nice velvet one, especially one that's on sale for $30 like this military inspired blazer from Twice Bitten. However, I don't always trust online shops, particularly when they don't list all the materials that the jacket is made of on the site. So, still thinking about this one, but moving onto the next jacket...

(Bella Twilight Jacket by BB Dakota from ShopPlasticland.com)

This jacket is truly the source of my conundrum... it's military inspired, stylish and not too expensive. But it's also named for a character from one of my least favorite movies (I say movie not book, because I don't mind the books and I really really hate K-Stew), just because she wore it in the movie... and I don't want people thinking I bought the jacket because I'm sooooo in love with Twilight and want to marry Edward or something.

So thoughts, opinions, ideas? Should I suck it up and buy the cute coat and say to hell with the Twilight association or should I keep looking and try to find something else?

Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah

* Lame title, yes... but that's what I get for googling 'Insomnia lyrics' and picking the first result

So, I have a pretty major event coming up soon (a little less than three weeks now) and I've put myself to the challenge of blogging my way through it (I would say live-blogging but this is sort of impossible as for most of it I won't be near a computer)...
I'm hoping that this will prove to be very exciting and interesting, but I also predict that there might be a number of days where my blog posts will look something like this: da4oiluwefkb.jsbqpyt892fewbsaYFP;HOVBSVSDVKLVBHN *thud*

So, wanna know more? Well, I'm not revealing all just yet, but check the pic below for a hint and see if you can guess what I'll be up to at the beginning of September :)

When I grow up I'll be stable, When I grow up I'll turn the tables

So as an experiment in fashion creativity, I decided to use Polyvore (my favorite in class/at work/etc distraction) to create outfits for my older alter-ego, Kat... (it's revealed... Kat is not my real name, just one of my many nicknames). So I posed the question to myself: If I could see eight years into the future, what would I look like?... and this is the result

A Day at the Office by so_lyrical featuring Marc by Marc Jacobs jeans
... Kat sighed as she pushed her glasses back up. The small diamond stud in her nostril sparkled as she scrunched her nose, frowning as she crossed out another line with her red wax pencil. "No no no," she murmured, chewing slightly on the end of the pencil.

Starry Starry Night by so_lyrical featuring Nina Ricci

... Kat's black boots dangled above the sticky concrete, as she leaned across the bar. The bartender might have been barely able to hear her above the pounding music, but no one would miss the urban pixie with the neon pink and blue dreads and homemade clutch, that left a blue glitter trail in her wake.

Along the Thames by so_lyrical featuring John Galliano

... Kat squinted as she emerged from the dusty book shop. The sunday morning sun was now high in the sky, sending spangles of light dancing off her pyramid stud earrings. She tucked her newest find into her eco-friendly tote and slipped onto the street, contemplating which restaurant she might escape off to, to sip at a cup of cafe-lait and pour over her new/old book.

So after completing this experiment, apparently Kat is very free-thinking and is able to afford John Galliano pants... interesting

Black hole sun, won't you come and wash away the rain?

Considering converting this blog to haikus about cats and heart-wrenching dialogues about the inability to type, that is now plaguing young people... but this will likely endear as many people to me as are current reading this blog (i.e. zero)...
This is my SOS. Is anyone listening?
Making my mark on the information highway. It might be small but it's still there... look for me in the desert sun, I'll bring my lilac parasol to shade us and silk throws to recline upon. You bring the top hats and tea...
Message in a bottle. Note attached to a balloon. Sending it away to the heavens...
Is anyone listening?

Oh, boo-hoo. Now I feel really bad. Bad llama.

So, it's been almost a month since I posted last... this is kind of typical behavior of me. I start something and then leave it after a few weeks, because I get bored or run out of inspiration, etc etc
I've been adding to my wardrobe - just bought two new tees, one v-neck which I am kinda impressed with myself because I normally never wear v-necks and a brand-new cardigan, but otherwise my outfits have been rather blah; which I'm gonna blame on the heat and my inability to dress myself when the temperature rises above 25, especially when I'm working in an office with no air-conditioning (terrible excuse but yeah, I've got no other one)
So I'm putting things on hold (apologies to my imaginary readers), until I'm back at school because the temperatures are supposed to stay this high for the next few weeks, which means I probably won't be dressing any better anytime soon.
I will be purging my closet tomorrow though, so let's see if I can draw some inspiration from that...

TTFN,
Kat

I turn to her and say: Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades

[We are now resuming our regularly scheduled programming. We offer our apologies, but Kat's brain was overloaded with an overdose of the religious sort and thus required a rewiring of the system]

So, I've been on a bit of a geek trip lately. I don't know why this seems significant to me, considering I'm a geek most of the time (not the D&D playing, LARP-ing, comic book fanatic type, more of the Invader Zim-loving, Time Warp dancing, zydrate addict type), but lately my obsessions have been making their prescence known in my wardrobe...

I rarely shop online, but lately I've been considering blowing some of my hard-earned paycheck on a few choice geek chic items...

- I don't know when my obsession with Fight Club started, but give me a movie with Edward Norton, Brad Pitt and Helena Bonham Carter as a total psycho ( not to mention Meat Loaf) and I'll likely say "More please"... That's why I'm in need of this shirt (http://www.bustedtees.com/imbreakingthefirstruleoffightclub) from Busted Tees, because everyone knows that the first rule of fight club is so important, it has to be said twice...

- Now I'm not a total Twilight hater, but I'm also of the generation that remembers when vampires burst into flame upon exposure to sunlight (younger readers take note: Vampires are highly flammable. Push them into direct sunlight and they will go up like a gasoline-soaked match. Also, they have nice little pointy things called fangs... and for the love of God, they do not sparkle!), so this shirt (http://www.jinx.com/women/shirts/geek/buffy_staked_edward_womens.html?cs=6&csd=1494) from J!NX tees demonstrates quite nicely how Twilight would've ended if it had been written by Joss Whedon, say around 1998 [Sidebar: I'm also considering making my own tee but substituting the Brothers Winchester for Buffy... an equally good solution to the sparkly vampire problem in Forks, Washington]

- For a child raised on Star Wars and classic Brothers Grimm (none of this namby-pamby Disneyfication for me), any movie that combines elements of the future with elements of the grotesque will usually appeal to me. Thus, Repo! the Genetic Opera is definitely my kind of movie (disregarding Paris Hilton of course) and since the Graverobber is my favorite character (throw goth make-up on a passibly attractive guy and suddenly... hello tall, dark and salty), I contemplating this shirt (http://www.cafepress.ca/repoopera.362858625) from the official Repo! site, to warn others of the dangers of Graverobbing... before its too late

- And finally, capping off Kat's list of geeky things she needs this year, we have Gir flats (we still don't know what the G stands for) and a Watchmen lunch box (Like the Incredibles, but waaay darker and written by Alan Moore, he of the god-like insanity... um, hells yes). Both are at Hot Topic, which means I might be having to maneuver around this pesky I-am-Canadian thing (they'll ship to Alaska, but not Canada... okaayy) or trolling my local comic book shops for something similar.

So now that you know about my geek loves (or at least have scratched the surface of them), what are yours? Does Batman send your little heart into a tailspin or perhaps you dream of finding the perfect Mr. Spock tee one day?

No candy in your till, No cutie left to thrill, You're alone on a Tuesday

So... we begin again with part deux of Kat's (Impromptu) Rules of Fashion. I can't promise how far I'll get today, because I'm very tired at the moment and feeling wholly uninspired (as evidenced by my wardrobe - black rose tee, dress jeans, navy cardigan. Working in an office is stifling my creative self)

So, rule #4 - Don't buy cheap. Now I'm not a person with a whole lot of spare cash rolling around, so when I say, don't buy cheap, I don't mean go out and plop down a few grand on a LV bag when all you need is a backpack. Instead, I think one should consider ones purchases and make sure they are going to last for a fair while. This is one of my cardinal crimes of fashion and one that I am trying to break my habit of - instead of spending say twenty dollars on one nice shirt, I'll use the same twenty to buy two shirts of lesser quality, which will inevitably be faded/falling apart within six months time. Bad choice and the reason why I have a full drawer of t-shirts at home that I barely ever wear. Even if its not that expensive, paying a little more for something usually guarantees better quality (unless we're talking about H&M... my issues with them to be disclosed later). I have two pairs of skinny jeans that I bought for sixty dollars each and despite almost daily wear, two years later they still look good. So listen to darling Kat when she says: Pay that little extra more and you'll almost always be guaranteed better quality.

Rule #5: Don't be afraid to accessorize - This is one of the other things that I used to do that I've been missing lately. When I was younger (okay, up until about a year and a half ago) I used to wear stacks of rubber-band bracelets (some of you might remember them as 'sex' bracelets) almost up to my right elbow in the brightest neon shades and often paired them with my thin silver bangles from Paris. I usually accompanied these with several big rings, including my Celtic ring from a charity bazaar on my right index finger, pentagram ring on my thumb and massive claw ring (handmade and from Paris) on the opposite hand. Even if I was just wearing jeans and a sweater, I always felt that my crazy jewelry dressed it up a little. Unfortunately since then the jewelry has dwindled down to eight rubber-band bracelets (I've been wearing them since grade seven, so they're virtually impossible to get off) and then two bracelets from my residence (one handmade, in the res' colors (red, yellow and green) and one rubber bracelet (like the Livestrong bracelets) with the res logo and name). I never wear earrings except for the hoops in my industrial piercing and although I have several gorgeous necklaces, they only get pulled out for special occasions. So, rule #5 is a modification of Coco Chanel's classic fashion order 'Before you leave, look in the mirror and remove one item' but instead mine is to look in the mirror and add one item, be it a necklace, a bracelet or another accessory.

That's all for today, folks as my brain is throwing out error messages when I attempt to process anymore thoughts. But I'm open to suggestions as to what you dear imaginary readers think should be included in my impromptu fashion rules (which would effectively ruin the impromptu nature of these posts, but who really cares?)

One of these kids is not like the other, one of these kids is dead!

(Ten points and a cookie to whoever can guess where the title comes from)

Starting a little experiment today. I'm making up my own fashion rules and my goal is to have worked them all into my life and fashion sense by the end of the summer.

So, presenting to you:

Kat's (impromptu) rules of Fashion:

1) Be original - This one is kinda cliche, but also kinda tough. However, since I am the owner of one of the most basic wardrobes ever to come into existence, I feel as if this applies wholly to me. It's tough, because there are only so many things you can do to be different, before you're prancing down the street in a Barbie tiara, tutu and wings (if you've ever done this, you are officially my new hero) - and this is not an extreme I could ever go to (being a member of a slightly outrageous faculty, but fairly conservative school). So I need to find ways to differentiate myself from the crowd, but in ways that feel right to me (case in point: My school's T-Fox run last year... everyone else was in some form of athletic wear, while my friend and I completed the 5 k walk in skinny jeans and Converses. JnC for life!)

2) Be daring- Again applying to what we now refer to as the world's most drab wardrobe (aka twmdw). Looking back on pictures of myself from grade 7 to grade 9, when I had hair ranging in colors from purple to black to blonde to crayola red and happily wore vintage suit bottoms with my dad's old sweatshirts and platform sparkly red Sketchers, I have to wonder what happened. When did I ditch my peasent skirts and funky boots for sneakers and hoodies? So this rule is about breaking fashion rules. If people say long cardigans, I will wear cropped ones. If fashion dictates neutrals for fall, I will continue to wear my turqoise pants, etc etc. I also want to play with styles and cuts... this stemming from my general hatred of my own skin and refusal to wear anything lower than the highest of scoop-neck shirts. So many pretty v-neck shirts, so much denial for Kat.

3) Don't dress schlubby or you'll feel schlubby - So I'm breaking one of my previous cardinal rules of fashion here. I normally cannot stand people who wear leggings as pants - not with tunic tops, not with sweaters and especially not with normal t-shirts. Yet I am inexplicably drawn to them. I don't know why, but I am (especially these: http://www.americanapparel.com/rsac306.html?c=Boa%20Silver in Lame Black). I've made the rule for myself though that should I buy a pair of leggings, I am not allowed to wear them outside of my house/residence without putting on a skirt or shorts or something overtop, because otherwise I know I will feel like a slob for the whole day. I just feel like if I get dressed in my lounging clothes (pajamas, sweatpants, leggings, etc) and try to do anything outside in them, I feel like I'm only half-dressed. No idea why, just do. And this always impacts whatever I'm doing to the point where I feel so lethargic that I just can't do anything anymore. So no more rolling out of bed and rushing out the door for me. Outfits must be planned out and fully put together - and involve at least one cute accessory.

This is all for today, cheries, but look for part deux tommorow (I think... this impromptu stuff doesn't come easily, you know?)

Ta ta for now,
Kat

Didn't hear your wicked words every day

So, not a fashion post, but bear with me...

When I was younger, I never used to believe in the idea of karma. For those of you who need a refresher, karma "is the concept of "action" or "deed" in Indian religions understood as that which causes the entire cycle of cause and effect (i.e., the cycle called saṃsāra) originating in ancient India and treated in Hindu, Jain, Sikh and Buddhist philosophies" (Wikipedia). But today, I got news of one of the biggest karmic bitchslaps to happen to someone I know and I think its renewed my faith in causality.

As a lot of stories start, there's a guy. I won't call him a friend, because even though I know him pretty well, I don't like him... I have no idea why, but I don't, so let's just put him in the realm of things that Kat inexplicably doesn't like, alongside tomatoes and rollercoasters. Anyways, this guy is one of those people who's kinda like bubblegum. Fun, sugary and bubbly when you first meet him, but eventually he leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Maybe its his penchant for gossip and spreading rumors, maybe its because he can never do anything for himself, but for whatever reason, when you get to know him really well, you stop liking him so much.

Anywhoo, said guy decided to run for president of my residence last year. Now as some of you might have guessed, I didn't vote for him... not because I didn't like him (I know, I know insert massive eyeroll here) but rather because a friend of mine was also running and I wanted to support him. Still, due to his personable nature, said guy won. I wasn't pleased but I was determined not to be bitter about it. Still, I couldn't help feeling that this wasn't going to end well.

Now, I'm what they call a 'soph' at my school... a weird name for what basically amounts to a student volunteer who lives in residence with the first years and helps them make the change from high school to university (this might sound like a Don or an RA, but believe it or not, we have those too). One of my best friends was supposed to be on the soph team for this year with me, but unfortunately due to a less than well-thought-out incident this year, she didn't make it on. Her fault yes, but I still wasn't happy about it. A few months later, the team is at our bonding-weekend-camp out thingy and said guy (Mr. President) begins spreading some nasty rumors about my friend through a discussion on good and bad soph behviour. Apparently, according to another older friend, these rumors weren't exactly new either. He'd been telling people for months, that my friend was a dealer and a pothead who got busted selling to her frosh... something she would never ever do.

So, karma time... Mr. President didn't make our soph team. In fact, Mr. Pres isn't even returning to school. See, he had this little thing where he hated the faculty he was in, but instead of telling his parents this, he just chose to flunk out of his classes. Normally this would've meant he couldn't make the team last year, but our head soph basically begged for him to be allowed on and so he was. Sadly (okay not), the rules couldn't be bent for Mr. Pres this year and so things have gotten so bad that he's not even allowed to come back to school, let alone live in residence.
Just goes to show that sometimes, maybe karma does work.

(Now to put the soap box away and return to our regularly scheduled programming)

We passed upon the stairs, we spoke of was and when

So I'm in love... if falling in love with the perfect accessory is possible.
While helping sort out the thrift shop last week, I found the most darling vintage powder compact - it's square and gold, with an inlaid mother of pearl mosaic lid and a secret cache that used to store face powder. Although it's a little dinged up in places and the powder is long gone, I love to flip open the little lid and smell the sweet but dusty scent that remains (like dried roses) and imagine the places this little compact went.
I don't know why small things like this intrigue me so much - I've held a similar fascination with an evening bag that's still for sale at the store; black and embroidered, not much bigger than a wallet, but with the sweetest little silver lighter attached on a chain - but I love my little vintage pieces and their secret stories...

Five long years I thought you were my man, But I found out I'm just a link in your chain

Chain Gang necklace - Fred Flare

So non sequitur story here...
Two years ago, I got a job working at Ontario Place, which for those of you not in the know, is one of the worlds lamest kids theme parks. I had the amazing position of 'Ride Photo Operator' which basically meant I stood around all day and sold pictures of people on the log ride, as well as the thrilling task of monitoring the pictures for any non-OP appropriate behavior (you'd be amazed at how many 25+ women thought it was funny to flash the camera). One of the biggest sellers in my booth were these little plastic keychains in neon shades of glitter that hung from miniature ball-chain loops. Being the cheap establishment that OP is, the staff in the booth had to assemble the keychains themselves, which meant we always had huge bags of ball-chains lying around, which I liked to play with whenever I got bored...

If I'd only known that I could slap a 26 dollar price tag on those crude necklaces that I fashioned and sell them at well-known stores like Fred Flare, I would've quit OP the second week I was there.

Rain and fire crossed that ocean, another mad man done struck again

I've had this incredible desire to be a gangster lately... and no, I'm not talking baggy pants, bling chains, six-pack 50 Cent type of gangster, but a real honest to goodness, roarin' twenties mobster.
I'm blaming this on the fact I went to see Public Enemies, starring my second favorite older man crush Johnny Depp (my one true love will always and forever be Tony Head... he might be old enough to be my dad, but with a voice like that, what girl could say no?). The gorgeous outfits in the film reawakened my love of all things 20's which was originally sparked on a trip across the States in grade ten, with a stop in Chicago for a "mobster" tour of the city...
It might look costumey, but I kind of want put finger waves in my hair, slick on some red lipstick and belt a trench coat over a drop-waist flapper dress... or at least procur the perfect fedora and baggy suit (I'm an equal opportunity dresser and have no issues with borrowing from guys fashions)
Is there a particular decade that inspires you, darlings? Perhaps you might adore patchwork skirts and peasant blouses (thank you Woodstock) or maybe mod dresses and white eyeshadow send that little thrill down your spine?

The Summer Sends Its Love

(or it would, if Canadian weather wasn't like that bitchy girl who was friends with you in high school... you know the type, cheery and warm one minute and then frigid and bitter the next)

Finally have some money in the bank and since I'm spending my days surrounded by clothes (benefits of being a part-time stand-in in the programs thrift shop), I fighting the urge not to go out and blow it all on clothes. The temptation is strong, but I've resisted so far save for a pair of faux gladiator sandals that I bought on the weekend (I say faux because they have rubber/stretchy band straps instead of leather ones... perfect for me, seeing as how my wide feet seem to rebel against any sandal that isn't a flip-flop). Also bought a new backpack... but I'll call it fashion since its ultra-sleek and a bright red plaid. Major upgrade from my battered old Roots backpack that I've owned for at least three years, which is ripped and dirty in lovely shades of black and dull gray.

Suitcase fashion is beginning to take a toll on me, but I'm feeling creative (and in love with neon colors at the moment... too much exposure to iCiNG by Gala Darling pour moi) so I'll be rocking my neon turquoise skinny pants with my heart surgery tee while I'm out on the town, viewing a shadowcast of the amazing Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode, 'Once More with Feeling'

Cheers darlings,
Kat

Your futures no future...

Am wondering why all it takes is to read about two chapters of 'Pretty Vacant' before I want to start running around with bright orange hair, a la Johnny Rotten, pegged black jeans and a seditionary shirt, screeching "Oi" at people walking past...

C-C-Changes (Turn and Face the Mirror)

So nothing much new to report on the fashion front... the temperature has spiked, which means I'm being lazy and sticky and generally not dressing very fashionably at all because my summer wardrobe consists of one pair of denim capris from Bluenotes, a pair of black shorts from Rampage that I bought two weeks ago and a rotating cast of t-shirts... and the rest of my wardrobe is still in boxes, because I'm still in my aunt's basement, so no cute skirts for me yet.
On the plus side of things, I did get a summer job... ten weeks, 35 hours a week at twelve dollars an hour, working for a local community charity organization, which means I will definitely be able to afford some lovely pieces for my wardrobe in the fall (the sister, mum and I are planning a trip to Pennsylvania (???) in August, instead of our usual trek to Buffalo for all the awesome American stores that haven't come to Canada yet... oh how I envy you imaginary American readers for your Target stores)

Kill 'Em with the Sound, Hit 'Em with the Frequency

So, wearing my new aqua skinny pants that I got at F21 yesterday and feeling like a sticky monkey because it is hella hot and I made the mistake of walking an hour each way to go to Taco Bell, when I could've just taken the bus...
But because I'm sitting in the basement, cooling off and reading fashion blogs, I've been musing a lot of fashion and what trends and labels really mean (so deep, I know).

I like to think that I don't really have a particular fashion sense, but somehow certain items of my wardrobe have gotten me labeled everything from "emo" to "hippie" to "Audrey"*... I basically live in skinny jeans and Converses, which means my friends are convinced that I'm an emo kid, even though I don't listen to emo music at all. And realistically, if this was twenty years ago, I'd probably be called punk, because pinned jeans and Converses was the uniform of one of my favorite bands, the Ramones.

The same is true with my glasses. I wear square, black-framed glasses, the same kind Mikey Way from My Chemical Romance used to wear (yes, I did get them when I still liked MCR)... I know these are called 'emo glasses' but I have no idea where it came from. Obviously Rivers Cuomo of Weezer wears them, but the last really famous person who wore them was Jonathan Davis from Korn, a nu-metal band... and the guy who made them famous was Buddy Holy, a rock 'n' roll musician.

So how is it that one item of clothing can say so much about a person? Like how neon jeans might say that a person is a scenester, while a maxi dress suggests that they're a bohemian/hippie? We discussed this in my pop culture class last semester and came to the conclusion that we're almost programmed to "read" people based on what they wear... even a plain, black shirt is "readable". So what do you think, imaginary readers? Is it okay to make assumptions based on someones outfit or are you maybe reading them entirely wrong?

* Being Audrey is one of my sister's euphemisms and basically means to act or dress like her screen idol, Audrey Hepburn

While my guitar (and the sky) gently weeps

So, went shopping today... at Loblaws Superstore (a huge grocery store for all you non-Canadian imaginary readers). Even though this sounds like the weirdest idea, Loblaws carries the Joe Fresh line, which has really cute clothes, especially with the new summer line. I got two tees, one white with grey sleeves like a baseball top but short-sleeved and one tunic tee with a neon paint-splattery effect on the bottom.
I've also been checking out the denim shorts at Forever 21, but I'm not sure if I'd ever wear them... even with tights or leggings, as my strange little mind has been envisioning.

No outfit shots yet (I'm being shy, because my skin has been throwing tantrums lately), but managed to put together a pretty cute outfit today. Currently wearing: Ripped/patched jeans with hand-drawn sketches on the legs, skinny-stripe t-shirt from the Gap and long grey and green striped cardigan from Bluenotes. Normally when it rains, I dive right into my comfort clothes, but I just chose to dress like I felt today and it worked out pretty well...

Visual Interpretation

This is what my wardrobe looks like right now...

Comfy Casual by so_lyrical featuring Converse shoes

And this is what I hope to have it looking like at the end of the summer...

A Few of My Favorite Things... by so_lyrical featuring Converse shoes

Poprocks and Coke are my anti-drug...

"I like any song that can make me cry while everyone else is dancing" - If people came with taglines, this would be mine. I love music and it influences a lot of my life - how a certain song can affect my mood or how the world can seem totally different when you've got the right playlist going.
The only aspect of my life that music hasn't touched is my wardrobe and I'd love to take more style cues from my favorites bands, like the punky style of Siouxsie Sioux or Hayley William's hipster neons. Right now, my wardrobe is basic college chic - jeans, hoodies and sneakers, but I want to differentiate myself from the rest of my classmates, i.e. the fashion dead (sweatpants and Uggs are der rigeur) and the fashion overachievers (think mens t-shirts, string headbands, metallic leggings and 80's sneakers - paired all together).
I wanna spend the rest of the summer fixing up my wardrobe and putting together some awesome outfits for the coming school year... hopefully, all of which will be detailed here.