love, fashion, junk
Dear Livejournal,
I think I'm falling in love with the UPS delivery guy at work. I am now officially a TOTAL office lady cliche. Cast me in the next Diet Pepsi ad campaign! He's so beautiful, though.
Fall fashion is really exciting this year, although I'm not sure what it says about me that I'm secretly delighted when clothes I like are in style even though I think fashion, as in CAPITAL F fashion is kind of wack. I suppose this feeling of delight could be just anticipating being able to buy great looking clothes (or their reasonably priced knockoffs, ahem), but there's more to it. I totally get off on the validation, as if a group of fashion editors and designers came up to me and said, "YOU. You are officially IN FASHION." I live in rural Pennsylvania so I don't really think that's going to happen, though.
Anyway, if haven't bought the September issues of any of the major fashion rags, yet, I will give you a nutshell summary, focusing on things I like to wear:
black is in (is it ever out, though? sometimes I feel like someone's playing a joke on me when I read these things)
black and white is in (so I can keep rocking my totally busted Chanel inspired shirts with pride. SUPER!)
black and red is in (this made me literally squirm with pleasure--I LOVE BLACK AND RED. I wear black and red all the time. But every how to dress type book I have ever read has said it is a giant fashion faux pas and I read in Paris Hilton's lifestyle book from a few years back that you should never wear red and black together because it makes you look like Freddy Kruger and I got really butthurt and now I am vindicated by Harper's Bazaar! TAKE THAT, PARIS HILTON)
black and gold is in (the downside of this is that in Pennsylvania when you wear black and gold everyone assumes you're a Steelers fan)
jewel tones are in (I bought an incredible pair of vintage pumps with little multicolored rhinestones on the toes last week, and the first time I wore them they literally fell apart on my feet and I had to do a hobo shuffle of shame back to my apartment to change shoes. Despite this experience I still like jewel tones)
animal prints are in (I've been trying to work more leopard and tiger prints into my wardrobe even though no matter how good I think I look in the morning, but the end of the day I always feel like SCTV station manager Edith Prickley)
polka dots are in (I was really into polka dots last summer, as they fit the 1950s cartoon fat lady aesthetic I was going for at the time--my current look is more French new wave meets 80s new wave at grandma's house, but I still wear polka dots sometimes)
I am really excited about the capsule collection Karl Lagerfeld is going for Macy's this fall even though he's kind of phoning it in for the little people and even at Macy's sensible prices I'm having a "oh hell no am I paying 50 dollars for a t-shirt with Karl Lagerfeld's face on it, even though I would love to have a t-shirt with Karl Lagerfeld's face on it" reaction.
For no reason, here is a picture of Uncle Karl at Barbie's 50th Birthday party:
Novelty doll cakes are FASHION.
SUBJECT CHANGE (the cool thing about online journaling is that you don't have to be bothered with actual transitions). This past weekend at the flea market I found a record I have been looking for for years:
OK, so the song "Love Can Make You Happy" is pretty high on the list of oldies radio standards I hate, but every other track on this album is a girl group number. It's actually not very good, but for that reason I really love it. For something in the sunshine pop genre it's pretty raggedy. Apparently girl singers whose voices are kind of flat trying to do three-part harmonies is like audio catnip to me.
I found this amazing pink bag (sans Blythe doll, obviously) and since I have SO MANY various bags and purses and luggage already in a perverse way I was hoping the price would be totally ridiculous so I would have the will power not to buy it. But it was fifty cents. I will buy absolutely anything if it is less than a dollar.
A toy phone, a bank shaped like a big headed little girl, and finger puppets combined into a thrilling piece of artwork. Because it symbolizes something of great value to me, and I am going to have put it in my living room.
I think I'm falling in love with the UPS delivery guy at work. I am now officially a TOTAL office lady cliche. Cast me in the next Diet Pepsi ad campaign! He's so beautiful, though.
Fall fashion is really exciting this year, although I'm not sure what it says about me that I'm secretly delighted when clothes I like are in style even though I think fashion, as in CAPITAL F fashion is kind of wack. I suppose this feeling of delight could be just anticipating being able to buy great looking clothes (or their reasonably priced knockoffs, ahem), but there's more to it. I totally get off on the validation, as if a group of fashion editors and designers came up to me and said, "YOU. You are officially IN FASHION." I live in rural Pennsylvania so I don't really think that's going to happen, though.
Anyway, if haven't bought the September issues of any of the major fashion rags, yet, I will give you a nutshell summary, focusing on things I like to wear:
black is in (is it ever out, though? sometimes I feel like someone's playing a joke on me when I read these things)
black and white is in (so I can keep rocking my totally busted Chanel inspired shirts with pride. SUPER!)
black and red is in (this made me literally squirm with pleasure--I LOVE BLACK AND RED. I wear black and red all the time. But every how to dress type book I have ever read has said it is a giant fashion faux pas and I read in Paris Hilton's lifestyle book from a few years back that you should never wear red and black together because it makes you look like Freddy Kruger and I got really butthurt and now I am vindicated by Harper's Bazaar! TAKE THAT, PARIS HILTON)
black and gold is in (the downside of this is that in Pennsylvania when you wear black and gold everyone assumes you're a Steelers fan)
jewel tones are in (I bought an incredible pair of vintage pumps with little multicolored rhinestones on the toes last week, and the first time I wore them they literally fell apart on my feet and I had to do a hobo shuffle of shame back to my apartment to change shoes. Despite this experience I still like jewel tones)
animal prints are in (I've been trying to work more leopard and tiger prints into my wardrobe even though no matter how good I think I look in the morning, but the end of the day I always feel like SCTV station manager Edith Prickley)
polka dots are in (I was really into polka dots last summer, as they fit the 1950s cartoon fat lady aesthetic I was going for at the time--my current look is more French new wave meets 80s new wave at grandma's house, but I still wear polka dots sometimes)
I am really excited about the capsule collection Karl Lagerfeld is going for Macy's this fall even though he's kind of phoning it in for the little people and even at Macy's sensible prices I'm having a "oh hell no am I paying 50 dollars for a t-shirt with Karl Lagerfeld's face on it, even though I would love to have a t-shirt with Karl Lagerfeld's face on it" reaction.
For no reason, here is a picture of Uncle Karl at Barbie's 50th Birthday party:
Novelty doll cakes are FASHION.
SUBJECT CHANGE (the cool thing about online journaling is that you don't have to be bothered with actual transitions). This past weekend at the flea market I found a record I have been looking for for years:
OK, so the song "Love Can Make You Happy" is pretty high on the list of oldies radio standards I hate, but every other track on this album is a girl group number. It's actually not very good, but for that reason I really love it. For something in the sunshine pop genre it's pretty raggedy. Apparently girl singers whose voices are kind of flat trying to do three-part harmonies is like audio catnip to me.
I found this amazing pink bag (sans Blythe doll, obviously) and since I have SO MANY various bags and purses and luggage already in a perverse way I was hoping the price would be totally ridiculous so I would have the will power not to buy it. But it was fifty cents. I will buy absolutely anything if it is less than a dollar.
A toy phone, a bank shaped like a big headed little girl, and finger puppets combined into a thrilling piece of artwork. Because it symbolizes something of great value to me, and I am going to have put it in my living room.