Fummer? Sall? It is too chilly for shorty shorts and too warm for sweaters, but even with these imposing circumstances, I’ve decided to continue to wear clothes.
In fact, I wore some out the other night to my friend Katie’s birthday party.
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS TIME FOR??! That’s right, kids. This is the part of the show where I put on clothes that I thought were cute enough to spend money on and do as the fashion bloggers do by taking trendy pics.
Except I do it my way.
Here’s what I wore: a B&W patterned blouse from Collective Concepts with my favorite loose-fitting polyester pants from J. Crew and heels from Isola. Right now my nails are a deep raspberry shellac, and for makeup I went with an lined pink lip and neutral smokey because birthday!
Here’s me being casual with my September Harper’s Bazaar.
And still trying to make this outfit look cool from afar.
But then I found an apple core. Uh…. oops.
And then decided I should just cut to the chase and contort my self so you could see the whole outfit.
Oh, and here is a peek at the nails + makeup:
If a burglar stole this exact outfit I would try to replicate the style with these items! From right to left: Everlane Silk Round Collar- $78, H&M loose teal pants- $24.95, Metika Wedge Sandal- $79 @ shopbop.com, and I’d hunt down nail polish like this one from OPI if I wanted to recreate without shellac.
Some breeds of dog are known to have their eyes literally pop out of their faces. Literally one minute they will have an eyeball inside their head, and then said eyeball will be on the floor. Typically it is the ones with the ones with smooshed noses, like pugs, who suffer from this dilemma of runaway eyeballs, but if I don’t put my September Harper’s Bazaar away for the night I might just learn what that feels like. I’ve been exhausting my eyes and noggin, stuffing my brain with images of assembled fabrics on airbrushed models, and I’m running out of room between my ears to hold it all. And of course that leads to Pinterest, which leads to self-hypnosis, which leads to the calendar telling you it is Thursday when last you checked it was Monday and now I can’t see anything and it might be almost the weekend again! *breath*
Uh… oops?
There is nothing like the September issue of a fashion magazine to reinvigorate my temporary enthusiasm for the idea of cold weather. The images of jackets and wool fabrics set to flashy graphics on shiny pages somehow erases all memories of cold associated with misery and instead replaces them with elaborate fantasies of crunching leaves under Manolo Blahniks and exchanging alluring glances with fancy men in Burberry trenchcoats. I don’t own Manolo Blahniks, and I don’t think many fancy men live in Portland. That being said, all this eye popping isn’t for nothing. I love the coming of Fall Fashion because it is like New Year’s all over again, except exclusive to style.
Sure, I’ve graduated from the whole back-to-school shopping, but I will never graduate from finding new ways to make the sidewalk my catwalk! So in honor of Fashion New Years, I am making a FNY resolution….. DRUMROLL PLEASE……
MY FNY resolution is to make 2015 the year of theupgrade.
^^move it kid, that’s mine!
Maybe I can’t swing Manolo Blahniks on a food service budget, but there are still some fab shoes I can crunch some leaves in, and I am going to wear them instead of those rubber things that were 6 bucks on my family beach vacation! I’m going to wear that shirt I love even though it needs ironing! Forget being cold this year– I’m going to actually have fun with layers! I’m going to put on some of that jewelry I thought I deserved to buy buy really didn’t! Yoga pants to the grocery store? NAY!
Okay that’s too far…but they at least better be recently laundered.
On a serious note, I’d like to try to find a couple garments that I have outworn and give them an update as well. I’ll keep you posted on the progress.
In the mean time, if you were looking for an excuse to drink tequila and kiss a stranger at midnight, you have my blessing. How my blessing will hold up against the law when said stranger calls the cops is probably not very reliable. So, uh, be careful….
XO
p.s. If you have a FNY Resolution, tweet me @PDXcaroline or if you have an #upgrade, I’m on instagram @PDXcaroline … no pictures of eyes popping out of sockets, please…
“I don’t exercise. If God had wanted me to bend over, he would have put diamonds on the floor.” – Joan
In honor of Joan River’s passing, I would like to wear a feather boa to work. I don’t have a feather boa, so I feel I at least feel I owe a post to a woman who has been such an icon of shameless fabulosity.
Thank you, Joan, for the inspiration and the laughs. Rest in peace.
I had to do that just because I missed that sound. That tikka-tikka of the keyboard when I am starting a new Dorky Chick in Lipstick post. Maybe you read my blog before, and maybe you didn’t, but if you reading it now I just want to say thanks, hi, and welcome. I’ve missed this blog a little too much, and I think I’m done playing pretend.
I’m back.
Actually I have been in the exact same place the whole time but I had a really good hiding spot. Olly olly oxen free.
Maybe you remember my dramatic exit, maybe you don’t. But it went something like this: RIP fashion blog readers my blog is kaput. I don’t [always] love fashion, but I always love writing. I’m tired of pushing myself to churn out material about fashion when I’m overwhelmed with other facets of my young adult life. I am instead going to start another blog that is non-fashiony and be more transparent about my un-coolness.
I have deleted that blog post. I spent $26 dollars on this domain. And now I am confessing that I was wrong. And I apologize. I know things were going so well and all of a sudden I cut you off. It was selfish and I have learned my lesson. That other blog… it just wasn’t scratching my itch. Turns out, I actually do love fashion and all things fabulous. I’m not going to pretend that I am not a girly girl anymore because I definitely am. Not only that, but I love writing to capture the follies of the modern young woman!
It’s a clumsy reality out here, you know, and I got a little scared off. My internship ended, my financial priorities became my undergraduate degree instead of sewing classes, and I was seeing myself fall into routines that didn’t make time for writing. But the truth is, I broke the promise I made to myself when I started and that is to keep pushing through and to use this diary as a way of exercising my passion for a life lived fabulously! I shied away from what I thought was an ended path but I’ve learned that being real isn’t something to be ashamed of. It means detours, but it doesn’t mean the destination changes.
So I guess that makes this blog undead. Does that make it a zombie blog? Maybe. It is one of those nice zombies though……but not too nice.. More like a sassy and at times endearing zombie. Do those exist?
(^^seriously, who is the a-hole that put that online? That was what came up when I googled “nice zombie”)
No matter, what I was getting at before I got distracted thinking about zombies was that if you want to read my blog here is what you can expect:
– fashion posts, obviously. Some will be high brow, some will be low brow.
– blog posts about feminine things that I like. I am on a quest to find my true authentic style, and that is only going to happen if I try a lot of strange trends and various hairstyles first.
– blog posts about just being exactly who I am at exactly whatever given moment and being totally okay to laugh about it. Laughing is the most fabulous thing of all.
– blog posts bout PDX and the fab goings on! If something, like, amazing happens in the city, and I’m not there to blog about it, like, did it even happen?
(any Girls fans in the house?….. lol okay back to the list:)
– TRENDDAYYY photos. Yes. They are coming back. Can I get a whoop whoop?
– punny funs
– whatever I want b/c this is my blog with my rules!!!!! Maybe I’ll even vlog! I don’t know I’m crazy I do what I want!!!!
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