I was in the SCA for around 10 years and towards the end got rather serious about what I wore. The stuff I was wearing stopped being costumes and became garb. Costumes get worn once or twice and you worry less how they fit or feel and more with how they look as an effect. Garb is clothes. You want clothes to look good but you also want them to feel ( Read more... )

Elmo pants require Elmo underwear, not Cinderella underwear.

( What I've been up to. )

I realized two things on Sunday.

1. Deep in my fashion heart, I'm a yankee yuppie.
It's spring. Spring means khakis, madras plaids, and penny loafers.
I feel mildly treasonous.

2. I'm no longer a shoe beggar.
Beggars can't be choosers. For a very long time, the priority quality of a shoe was how cheap it was. Size was important of course but ( Read more... )

See Marjai.
See Marjai go to a VNV Nation concert.
See Marjai go to a VNV Nation concert ( wearing pink. )

Fie to you, zsa2. Fie to Go Fug Yourself. Once I was blissfully content in my ignorance. Now I see the fashion faux pas. Knowledge has bred agony. My eyes (and spiritual effort to be less sarcastic and judgemental) curse you!

So for the first time in a very long time, if ever, I looked at myself in the mirror today after dressing for work and said

( No. )

Jeff's hotel here is on the island of Bay Harbor. The next island over is Bal Harbor and it's an easy walk. If you're not familiar with the area, it's the home of the the Bal Harbor Shops. You do not walk into the Bal Harbor Shops with $20, looking for a sale. You'll fail.

( Haute Couture Rant )

It's 9am. I'm not typically out of bed at this hour (don't hate me because I'm unemployed...) but Jeff is traveling for work again & I just dropped him off at the airport. He's off to Jacksonville & I've got two and a half days of bubblebaths, facials, & the Backstreet Boys as loud as I want ( Read more... )