Self Promotion.

New items in the store.

Wildflower Vomit.

Sometimes I get sick of serious poses, so I do stupid shit like this. Rarely do I use the photos with this kind of silliness, and you can perhaps see why. I tend to look less like I'm actually genuinely full of sunshine and light, and more like I'm about to vomit.

Also, I'm not much a flowery girl, nor do I usually wear much color, or anything with a print, but I couldn't resist these wildflowers. They look like they taste delicious.

Dress from Ninja Vintage.

Gratuitous Twigs + Buttocks.

This is what I had on yesterday. I've had the vest for years but never wore it, and it still has the hangtag attached. I'm thinking it's from the early 60s going by the style, though it could possibly be 40s or 50s as it has a WPL number. I'm a sucker for tapestry; it's the old lady in me. The corduroy skinny jeans are from a cheapo mall store, and I wear them nearly every day. In case you haven't figured it out, I wear berets all the damn time.

Now, "why the stick?" you ask. Hey, it's not just any stick, it's actually a very important stick. I picked it up on a foggy day in this desert park in southern California a few years ago:

Dead-looking black black twigs sticking out of the ground as far as the eye can see, disappearing into the mist, shiny and sleek from the moisture. It was pretty surreal looking in person.

It was my boyfriend-at-the-time's birthday that day; naturally he was feeling a little crazed and bold, and the atmosphere was already so strange, so I guess he decided "why not?" in his head and out of the blue stripped down to nothing, grabbed a twig (which I still have) and stood on a rock.

Of course, I had to take a bunch of these twigs home. I filled up the back of my Volvo wagon with these things. Sadly, when I got them home they dried out and lost their intense black sheen, so I lacquered one of them so it would looked how it did when I first found it; that is the very same stick I am holding in the top photo.

They currently hang from the ceiling around the perimeter of my bedroom, an interior forest of sorts; one is poised precariously over the head of my bed, threatening to impale anyone who dares makes the wrong move.

Rabbit's Feet and Other Family Parts.

Today I was supposed to have band practice, but it was canceled. So with music on my mind, I decided to take a couple photos that feature my '59 Guild. I don't play it very often these days, but people always drool over it whenever I bring it out.

I'm wearing a few family items today. The beret was knitted by my grandmother many moons ago, the blazer was my uncle's when he was a kid in the '60s, the goldstone ring on my left hand (which you probably can't really see) was also my grandmother's, and there are 2 rabbits' feet, both of which I've had since I was a child, attached to my fringe bag.

I got them out of a gumball machine; thinking about it now, it seems a bit bizarre that you could get dead animals parts out an apparatus meant to provide cheap entertainment to youngsters.

I'm pretty sure that rabbits' feet, gumball machine or no, are illegal to sell now.

Times, they have a' changed.

Self Promotion.

So, I added a few new items to the store today.

Free shipping all this week, FYI.

Secretary Tuesday

I've had this great 70s peach ascot blouse for a couple years now, but have never been able to figure out how to wear it. That is, until I got a sweater vest. This is certainly a nerdier look than I usually have, but I kinda like it.