Being a female bummer #679: short season.
Why less denim, and no hem would cost more then a finished pair of pants, will NEVER be ok with me.
Thus making your own shorts, makes more sense. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn’t.
Today it did.
White oversized pants. Scissors. Rubber bands. And silly little dye kit from Michael’s, a well spent $8.99. (you will be overwhelmed by the tie dye aisle CHOICESGALORE). I chose the neon color set that came in squirt bottles, made by s.e.i. According to the box, it had one direction, squirt dye on clothing. SOLD!
I wet the shorts first and decided to rubber band off sections of my shorts to get concentrated color on certain spots, but that was my personal tie dye preference. You, of course, may or may not have differing tie dye preference.
Cause Lord knows, we all just sit around and think what type of tie dying we prefer.
I let it dry for at least a day in the rubber bands. Then cut them off, and let the shorts dry flat for another 24 hours. Popped them in the dryer for 30 minutes, and presto. PARTY TIME.
And now you have a very good excuse to go to the craft store and cruise the tie dye and puff paint aisle. I know you were looking for one…
I would like to deny the fact that I need eyeglasses. Don’t get me wrong. I am the queen of accessorizing, some would say over-accessorizing. But eye glasses are just not “my thing”. I have often considered getting contacts but lets be honest…I can hardly manage undressing myself when its time for bed.
But as my boss so nicely, and truthfully pointed out the other day…it was time.
A few of my four-eyed friends have been raving about Warby Parker. So amongst my googling ramblings last week, I decided to peek at the website. WARNING: DO NOT CLICK ON THE LINK UNLESS YOU ARE READY TO HAVE THIS SAME INCREDIBLY EASY TO USE EXPERIENCE THAT I HAD!!! In less then 10 minutes I had a box of 5 sample glasses coming to my doorstep FOR FREE.
That’s right. You get to pick a few styles, in the color of your choice and have them mailed to you to try out for a few days. And to be honest, I ordered them on a Wednesday late afternoon and they were waiting for me by Friday early afternoon. All packed cute and neat. It was like opening an Apple product. You know where its all exciting to open each fold, so well thought out with a cute note hear and there, encouraging you on your new best decision of your life.
And inside of this magical box, beholds the spectacles that actually made me want to submit to my visual disabilities.
Top pair: Huxley Tennessee Whiskey
Bottom pair: Roosevelt Revolver Black Matte
Top pair: Winston Revolver Black
Middle pair: Fillmore Sandalwood Matte
Bottom pair: Sinclair Greystone
And now is the toughest decision. I honestly could easily take 3 of the 5 pairs. But alas, I did not foresee (pun intended) that I would be spending my funds on said accessory. That being said, Warby Parker so nicely prices their glasses at a ridiculously awesome price point of $95 PER PAIR!!!!
And listen to me when I say the most awesome part of this whole process (THIS IS MY SCREAMING VOICE:)
FOR EVERY PAIR THEY SELL, THEY GIVE AWAY A PAIR!!
Kinda like Toms, except way better looking and less smelly.
I leave you with my two favorites. Excuse me while I take on and off these for another 50 times trying to decided between the two.
And here is some proof that this industry is just one big broken record.
Stuck on repeat.
And I am so okay with this song.
You are so welcome. This was way too much fun. So many laughs. And at one point I think I was crying, and rolling on the ground at the thought of Tomogatchi’s and Nano Pet’s…
There’s a new kid in town and he means business.
Meet Portland’s newest Man-About-Town and my fashion twin, Mr. Sky King.
twice the fun and double the trouble.
jacket: American Apparel
scarf: American Apparel
tank: Pleasure Principle
necklace: Brady Lange
boots: John Fluevog
wallet: Jerome Dreyfus
scarf: Brady Lange
necklace: Brady Lange
tank: American Apparel
jeans: Simon Miller
boots: Cole Haan
wallet: Comme des Garcon
The TV is tired of watching you.
sweatshirt: Adam Arnold
tank: Brady Lange
shoes: Alexander McQueen for Puma
house coat: Free People
socks: uhhh, Target?
Happy Easter from Brick and Black!
dress: Free People
tube dress: Free People
socks: Free People
“heels: Kenneth Cole Reaction
bow tie: vintage
shirt: Adam Arnold
shorts: Adam Arnold
socks: Happy Feet
shoes: Too Boot New York
From one home to another home.
Here is some photo sharing (AKA…bragging) from my SPRING BREAK.
(Yes, I am 27 years old and not currently attending school, and will continue to celebrate spring break as if I was 18 on my way to Maimi, I would like to think I am contributing to the economy.)
PDX to SFO, SFO to the BART train, and BART train to coffee.
Show up to little brothers apartment, furnished with a lone sofa, and 7 or so bikes, makes sense…
and WHADDA YA KNOW, we have the same impeccable taste!
And by impeccable, I mean grime time.
(did I mention, my brother is a mind blowing artist)
48 hours later, mama is calling me to come home, so under that stained Market sidewalk, down an escalator, one train ride later, I am whisked off into the East Bay. A scenery in which I took so much for granted my first 17 years. All the orchards, the windmills, the hills, and sycamore was something I looked past, and dreamed of the big buildings, the bustling sidewalks, and cultural diversity.
Spoiled beyond belief, my eyes had a feast of spring. And then as if my heart couldn’t contain one more gushy, lovey, (I think the world is happy) moment, my mom decided to take me and baby sis out wine tasting.
Wente Vineyards is where we found ourselves. Incredible views, outstanding menu, perfect wine, outlandish prices, and gawking galore. Hey now, I did my very best mother dearest, covered my tattoos, minimized excess jewelry tendencies, and left the platforms at home, though I would most certainly not for-go the silver booties…now that is asking WAY too much.
And all of sudden, it is time for the goodbye’s. I leave home with a exploding heart of gratitude and an empty wallet. It never is enough time to see everyone you want to see. But there will be a next time.