Abnormal Formal
Nine words. Mint-condition mint green Betsey Johnson purse for $7. This was AFTER I was telling a friend earlier, "I'd kill for a Betsey Johnson purse but I can't afford it. I can't afford ANYTHING, really." (This isn't so much "I'm a pig-headed consumerist" as it is, "I really appreciate the colors and styles Betsey Johnson employs. I really want one of her bags.")
And I found a vintage mint-green with gold leather accents and leopard-print lining Betsey Johnson purse for $7. $7.25, actually, with tax.
Typing flail. Happy, HAPPY typing flail.
(And if I were into Gucci, I could've gotten a vintage leather Gucci purse for $25. That's less than 10% of what it would go for in retail new. Holy cow I love vintage boutiques in Rich People areas!!!!!!)
Yeaaaah. Blew off the Sirius_het sorta-DrabbleGether for an artshow a friend of mine was putting on at a vintage boutique/gallery in St. Petersburg, FL. The theme was Abnormal Formal. I got this ADORABLE Lady Gaga-esque off-a-shoulder clingshirt (very Hepburn-y, except for the giant black satin bow on the shoulder, which is Gaga-y), paired it with a black pencil skirt and fishnets, threw on raspberry-pink converse, and played with my eyeshadows until I had this awesome metallic blue-purple-pink-orange thing going on, threw on hot pink lipstick, and felt fierce. Even my mom was like, "Kim. You look REALLY nice tonight" in sort of an amazed Mom sort of way.
Win. WIN. win. Especially the converse, which was me keeping with who I am and not being TOO grown-up (especially considering the hot pink and neon orange laces in them XD).
And not only that, but in a very un-Kim fashion, I got to meet new people. The girl who put together the Abnormal Formal is a friend. I got to meet some of HER friends (in fact, a bridesmaid and groomsman to her wedding last July). We hung out, talked, got to know one another, and at the end, they were like, "We're going to get cheesesticks. You wanna come?" Normally, I'd say "No" because I'm a shy girl, but my ride was like, "Kim, you wanna?" and I didn't want to be the Stick in the Mud.
Turns out... it was an AWESOME idea to go. We all clicked really well. And I mean, I was still more quiet than I normally am, because I was still a little shy, but like... Hokay. The girl who invited us? Her ankle tatto was a bracelet of Calvin and Hobbes snow-creations. And her boyfriend/husband? had a calf tattoo of a Calvin and Hobbes snowman holding a snowball in contemplation. I spasmed. I then proceeded to flail about in fangirlishness, offered to get onto the floor to bow down to their awesomeness, and told them they are the COOLEST people I know.
Sorry. I don't mean to keep blathering. But like, I don't normally have social functions that end up being fun like this, and I had a blast.
And I found a vintage mint-green with gold leather accents and leopard-print lining Betsey Johnson purse for $7. $7.25, actually, with tax.
Typing flail. Happy, HAPPY typing flail.
(And if I were into Gucci, I could've gotten a vintage leather Gucci purse for $25. That's less than 10% of what it would go for in retail new. Holy cow I love vintage boutiques in Rich People areas!!!!!!)
Yeaaaah. Blew off the Sirius_het sorta-DrabbleGether for an artshow a friend of mine was putting on at a vintage boutique/gallery in St. Petersburg, FL. The theme was Abnormal Formal. I got this ADORABLE Lady Gaga-esque off-a-shoulder clingshirt (very Hepburn-y, except for the giant black satin bow on the shoulder, which is Gaga-y), paired it with a black pencil skirt and fishnets, threw on raspberry-pink converse, and played with my eyeshadows until I had this awesome metallic blue-purple-pink-orange thing going on, threw on hot pink lipstick, and felt fierce. Even my mom was like, "Kim. You look REALLY nice tonight" in sort of an amazed Mom sort of way.
Win. WIN. win. Especially the converse, which was me keeping with who I am and not being TOO grown-up (especially considering the hot pink and neon orange laces in them XD).
And not only that, but in a very un-Kim fashion, I got to meet new people. The girl who put together the Abnormal Formal is a friend. I got to meet some of HER friends (in fact, a bridesmaid and groomsman to her wedding last July). We hung out, talked, got to know one another, and at the end, they were like, "We're going to get cheesesticks. You wanna come?" Normally, I'd say "No" because I'm a shy girl, but my ride was like, "Kim, you wanna?" and I didn't want to be the Stick in the Mud.
Turns out... it was an AWESOME idea to go. We all clicked really well. And I mean, I was still more quiet than I normally am, because I was still a little shy, but like... Hokay. The girl who invited us? Her ankle tatto was a bracelet of Calvin and Hobbes snow-creations. And her boyfriend/husband? had a calf tattoo of a Calvin and Hobbes snowman holding a snowball in contemplation. I spasmed. I then proceeded to flail about in fangirlishness, offered to get onto the floor to bow down to their awesomeness, and told them they are the COOLEST people I know.
Sorry. I don't mean to keep blathering. But like, I don't normally have social functions that end up being fun like this, and I had a blast.