Purple nurple

For some reason, all I want to wear this spring is thin oxford shirts. I was pretty amazed by this vintage double-breasted one.

Shirt - thrifted
Skirt - thrifted
Shoes - thrifted vintage Candies

I generally hate purple, I don't know why. It's my least favorite color. I have a grandma who pretty much wears purple exclusively (well, purple and gold)... so basically, she's Jared Allen.

Ok, not really. She would never rock a sweet mullet like that boy. That comparison cheered me up a bit though. I am ridiculously annoyed right now by the fact that a rude person, was rude to me. Shocking, I know. Grrr, long weekend get here now! My best gay is turning dirty thirty on Saturday so some ridiculous dancing and porching (yes, that is a verb) will occur! Plus my pool is open! And my balcony is finished! And I finally got screens on my windows! And the Twins beat the Yankees! Everything is coming up Milhouse Christine!

A girl cannot live on vintage alone

This shirt is very "Vampira" feeling and the skirt is so "Hi, I'm vintage!" that together they balance each other out, due to their mutual love for pleats. I'm all for vintage, but I love when I can update something so it doesn't feel so costumey...

Blouse - Romeo & Juliet Couture
Belt - thrifted
Skirt -  thrifted
Sandals - thrifted vintage Candies

Infinite pleats:

Speaking of vintage, I added a few new vintage things to the etsy and will be adding lots more tonight! Plus, three new shirts for Future Lint, World's Tiniest T-shirt Company!

My skirt enjoys pattern mixing

I go for half hour walks around downtown on my lunch breaks every day, and yesterday I got a little pink faced... I love that I tan so easily. Get a half hour of sun here and there and wear sunblock the rest of the time, and I still get nice and brown and freckily. Plus, wearing white makes me seem extra tan already!

Blouse - Thakoon for Target
Tank - little boys Fruit of the Loom
Elephant necklace - thrifted
Watch - Michael Kors
Skirt - old Z Cavaricci dress I altered (the top was black, dolman long-sleeved and had a mock turtleneck... it was horrid)
Sandals - Nine West

El elefante y las sandalias:

Sometimes I like to speak Spanish, just to keep it fresh. It's been six months since I stopped working weekends at the golf club. I miss being able to speak Spanish with Esteban and Raymundo all the time. Eh, maybe that's good - I'll forget all the dirty slang phrases they taught me.  On a related note... still haven't found a new summer job! After working at the golf club for eight years, I forgot how frustrating and time-consuming it is to find and apply for jobs. Annoying! Gaaaa!

I carried a watermelon.

Shirt - vintage, thrifted
Watch - Michael Kors
Capri jeans - Old Navy
Shoes - Aerosoles

I just realized this outfit is kinda '60s by way of the '80s... like Dirty Dancing! See... I just can't get so scandalous with tying up the top at work...

Great, now I want to watch it, I also need to remind one of my gay boyfriends that we have yet to perfect "the lift" in the lake, which we actually attempted a few times last year.  My dad always says there are three movies he memorized during my childhood due to my older sister and I - Grease, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, and Dirty Dancing. Funny how it seems like all little girls love dancing flicks.

Mrs. T

It's supposed to be record-breaking hot and get up into the '90s today.  Lightweight dress and flip-flops it is!

Silk dress - Nine West
Necklaces - thrifted mostly
Gold flip flops - Target

It's supposed to be super hot all week long. I hate turning on my air conditioning and rarely do, but there is nothing worse than trying to sleep while sweating so I may have to turn it on tonight... plus my condo is STILL under construction and I don't have any screens on my windows or doors so I can't even open my balcony door to get fresh air at night (well I could, but there's a bunch of mourning doves who live out there and might just invite themselves inside and that would not be good). It's super annoying. Guh, I hate you home improvements.

LBD - FTW!

Sometimes I feel like I should have little notes on my blog for my mom. I like that she reads it, but worry that sometimes she will not understand all the '90s pop culture references and abbreviations peppered throughout... so mom,  LBD FTW stands for Little Black Dress - For The Win!

Hat - thrifted

Dress - vintage via hihlostudio.etsy.com

Shoes - Jessica Simpson

I am in LOVE with this dress! Three layers of scallop details! And it was cheap!

Scallops galore, eat your heart out Chloé... and the cutest back buttons ever!

I was a totally lame 28.75 year old lady last night and did not go out to the drag show for my friend's birthday... getting up at 6:30am is not conducive to attending performances that don't even start until 10:30pm. However tonight, I believe we are going to a foam party at a gay bar for more birthday festivities... should be interesting! Otherwise, this weekend I'll be helping the boy sand his sailboat so we can repaint the top, watching baseball, and hopefully playing some baseball on Sunday! It's supposed to get HOT here this weekend! Hooray!

The grand experiment

This dress is very "Sharon Cherski" (if you got that reference, we're gonna be good friends)... so I added the vintage fascinator to make it less '90s... it might be a bit much but eh, I was never one for subtlety...

Fascinator - thrifted
Vest - thrifted
Dress - thrifted
Watch - Michael Kors
Shoes - Frye

So, I like to think of my life as one big experiment. I'll try anything once and I like to try little things just to see what happens. At the end of April, I was reading an article on how humans are the only species that drink milk past infancy and drink the milk of another species. It suggested going two weeks without dairy to see how you feel, then decide. I haven't had any dairy products in exactly one month and I don't think I'll ever consume them again. I'm certainly not saying it's for everyone and that you should go throw away your cheese, but for me, it has been so amazing! I feel so much better! When I was a kid I was allergic to milk and eventually outgrew it in my teens. I've never been one to drink actual milk, I hate yogurt, I rarely eat ice cream because it always gives me a stomachache, but cheese - I will miss you. You are delicious in every form and on everything. But since I've stopped eating you my allergies bother me less and my stomach never hurts when I am running. Sorry cheese, our relationship is over.

P.S. If you have an opinion about this or experience with this, feel free to share, but remember to keep it civil, pretty please!

Lonely little dresses

Last summer I found two handmade dresses at a thrift store. This one...

And the one I'm wearing today:

Dress - thrifted, handmade

Shoes - Melissa

I'm hoping it's one of the sample dresses that the ladies at the fabric store make to show new patterns and put on the mannequins. I really don't want to believe that some girl got them from her grandma and didn't like them. Yipes!

Does anyone else have Melissa shoes? I love them and think they are comfy and cute but man alive do they smell! Like rubber? Seriously, I keep them sealed up or else my whole closet smells like them!

Yay! Book club tonight! We read "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter" by Carson McCullers and it's super good! We usually discuss the book for about an hour and a half, then pick the book for next month, by then we've all had too much wine, so we play Pictionary!

Zee best Tuesday ever?

I am hoping today rules because yesterday was a terrible Monday (work was super busy and involved picking ticks off little boys and a girl who I thought broke her arm on the playground.) Today I found out that she just severely bruised her bone... so it's is already off to an okay start!

 Blouse - vintage, Korea

Watch - Michael Kors

Jersey skirt - thrifted J.Jill

Shoes - Jessica Simpson

Zee bow and zee shoes:

Well, I am thankful that I have a full-time job (and one that I usually love), so I can't complain too much! Now I just need to find a summer job for like 20 hours a week, so I have some source of steady income but also time to finally deal with Future Lint, World's Tiniest T-shirt Company.

Yesterday after work I went for a super fun bike ride in the sunshine around three lakes while listening to oldies and that whole scenario may need to be repeated again tonight. I love you Minneapolis and all your bike trails and lakes. Do wah diddy diddy dumm diddy do.

Wee Willy Weekend

Hey dudes, first of all, thanks to everyone for being so great and supportive last week during academichic's "Dress Your Best" week... it was weird trying to think of things to highlight rather than hide. I had a fabulous weekend. I hung around home on Friday, as I tend to do. A little sewing, some closet organizing and catching up with 30 Rock, Parks and Rec, and Glee on Hulu. Saturday I went to my friend Matt's house for some croquet, grilling, and board games.

Sunday I watched the Twins game with the boy then walked down to the LynLake Street Festival. It wasn't as crazy crowded as I thought it would be, considering what a beautiful day it was.

Here's a crappy shooting-into-the-sun picture of the wonder that is Har Mar Superstar...

and the Ghostbusters came?

Today:

T-shirt - thrifted vintage

Bracelet - thrifted girls belt

Jacket - Brooklyn Industries

Skirt - thrifted Ann Taylor LOFT

Shoes - thrifted Nine West

Hopefully I won't have to wear the jacket, it's supposed to be in the 70s today but my office is COOOOLD (aren't they all?)

Le legs

The final day of academichic's "Dress Your Best" week... yes, time for the stems. I used to have a total complex about how I had "big" calves... um, yeah, I was a gymnast... it's called muscle. Guh, what a stupid girl I was. Anyhoodle, I now love my legs. I realize that they are nice because I work to keep them that way, I run 15 miles every week and bike or walk places whenever possible. I have thin little ankles, shapely calves, and they are pretty long for a short girl. I never realized this until I lived with two girls named Megan and Megan and all three of us were the same height. In photos of us they would marvel at how long my legs were compared to theirs (they both had long torsos, unlike me, I swear my ribs are grinding on my pelvis like it's an unchaperoned middle school dance in there.)

Again, can't wear anything too short to work, being around children all day, but anything above the knee is a bit risque for me so here we go...

Oxford - thrifted J.Crew

Watch - Michael Kors

Skirt - thrifted (handmade)

Shoes - Madeline

Honestly, after working with special needs teens for years (many of whom used walkers or wheelchairs) and having a cousin who was paralyzed a few years ago, I don't care what you look like legs, as long as you keep functioning. Go on, grow cellulite and varicose veins in the future, I double dog dare you, just keep on moving and I swear I will keep you strong and won't take you for granted. I may embarrass you in public though by making you wear insanely colored and patterned tights or those old lady knee-highs that come in a plastic bubble, but you're okay with that, yeah?

P.S. Yes, I am bow-legged. So is my mom. I dig it!

Le ta-tas

Ok kids, I 'm gonna get the teensiest bit PG-13 on you today for academichic's "Dress Your Best" week... and pick my boobs! Gaa! Okay,  I work at a public school, so I'm not actually gonna roll around in something cleavage bearing, just this...

Ok, actually, I will look like this all day... I picked this dress because it is ever-so-slightly low cut for work and also form fitting in the bust, yet appropriate for work because it also looks like something a four year old would wear to Easter brunch, so it's less risque than say, leopard print. Then I threw on this jean jacket to take it down to PG levels...

Jean jacket - thrifted (GAP kids) then I bleached the hell out of it

Dress - thrifted

Shoes - Bakers (long before I swore off cheap shoes)

Hi, my name is Christine and I weigh 120 lbs (okay fine, more like 123 right now) and I am a 34D (ok, sometimes a 32DD but no one even makes that size!)  I'm a walking freak show. I know it. But!! I also think I do a fairly good job of hiding the fact that I am, um, excessively well-endowed? in the um, upper-regions?

Anyway, in high school I was 4'10" and wore the saddest little AA bras ever... all I wanted was a little bit of boob, just the teeniest bit. I wished and wished... please grow! Then I went off to college and grew five inches in height and um, also five inches out?  These things seriously showed up out of nowhere (let's blame my dad's side of the family, because his mom and sisters are rather busty and my mom's side of the family - not so much)... I've had a love/hate relationship with my bust for 10 years now. I finally got boobs. Big whoop. They are not all they are cracked up to be, I'd much rather have "fashion boobs"... BUT! I have also come to accept them as a part of me, and today I'm not hiding them like I usually do but celebrating them just the tiniest bit (for me)... But yeah, maybe I shouldn't have wished so hard...

P.S. I know I did little mosaics for the body parts from the rest of the week, but I am just not throwing down a montage of my tits down here... I did dig through the last 2 years of my photos though, and have unearthed the most risque outfit I wore, which considering I was going to a bachelorette party, is pretty tame:

P.S. While digging through the archives for a slut-o-rama picture, I just realized TODAY is my 2 YEAR blog-o-versary! Oh my!