Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Monday, May 21, 2012

Fashion is Smashin'

This is an adorable little assemblage I put together when sweaters were still appropriate in this clime (i.e., earlier in the spring). Note that the lovely boots make another appearance.


I'm not sure about this satiny, rose shirt. Whatcha think? It was another piece inherited from a Phoenix friend when she cleaned out her closet.


I paired these summery polka-dot shorts from Papaya with a white v-neck top and the cute tan slingbacks. (Sorry for the weirdie photography. I wanted to change into gardening clothes and had to take my own shots.)

Basic white top w/ my favorite tree necklace (originally a trinket decorating a Target candle)



 
Detail of the cool maritime-style buttons

Funky manicure stickers w/ a lacy/leafy theme

Monday, April 23, 2012

In the Name of Cuteness


These are a few adorable outfits that I've worn lately, and I just wanted to share. Check out the shoes: The J. Crew polka dot rain boots were snagged for $3-$4 at a garage sale a few months ago, and I found the tan pumps at the Goodwill on Odana for about $5.


Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Fashion hate

Walking around on campus these days makes me cringe. On the street, I confront awful ankle boots with crazy, spikey heels, skinny jeans, slouchy boots, and side ponytails. The other day, I saw a girl wearing denim cut-off shorts with tights and then saw the look repeated in Urban Outfitters' window. The mall--when I risk entering that creepy realm--is populated with rack upon rack of neon, graffiti-inspired prints, and American Apparel was displaying shiny, spandex leotards ala Jane Fonda. Even peplum has reared its ugly head in the pages of catalogs. Peplum, for the love of god! What's next, those football player-caliber shoulder pads?



What the hell is going on? I understand that fashion is cyclical, but why bring back such hideous specimens? I’m not sure why this disturbs me so much. Perhaps I don’t feel old enough to witness a revival of trends from my childhood.

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