Haiku Ambulance

Bravo, folks.

Another week.

Done.

And it seems as though Mr. Jack Rabbit has twisted some panties, so I wanted to let you know the most unfortunate news:

I got him from Gilt.

He’s originally almost $10 million dollars, but they had an excellent sale (and I had credit from some shoes that they didn’t properly stock…), so I got him for a serious steal.

He is the first nice bag I have ever owned- and I will promise to cross my fingers that he pops up on either Gilt, or another one of those sites.

If he does, I will blare the sirens and send the smoke signals.

Promise.

Wanna talk about this handmade dress I found at the thrift yesterday?

Me too!

While it is incredibly itchy, it is so wonderful!

It.

Fits.

Perfectly.

It is part of the ‘Halloween’ group of items that they amazingly put out early at my thrift store.

It is overwhelming how much killer stuff is there right now.

I have to fight the urge to buy all of it, because I know that they are saving stuff for when the racks slim down a bit.

P  a  t  i  e  n  c  e  .

I am still really excited about these potential Museum plans this weekend.

I also will try my absolute hardest to remember to take pictures of the Wasp (aka the Vesper aka the Vespa aka the Scooter) and the fucking awesome helmets we have, too.

Oh yeah, I forgot-

this is a three-day weekend!

Hooray Labor!

I mean, wait.

What?

Pumps: Thrifted yesterday :: Dress: Thrifted yesterday :: Belt: Thrifted :: Cardigan: Forever21 :: Jack Rabbit: Gilt :: Scarf: Thrifted

And with that friends, I bid you all the most hopscotchin’, jump ropin’, finger snappin’, silly dancin’ weekends of your lives.

{post script}

Hi.

Silly me, I forgot to show you the back of the dress:

This is the back of the dress.

Thanks.

55˚ this morning.

Walking outside this morning dragged the needle right across the record of my Fall song.

Still enjoyable-

just a bit of a shock.

So, I found this skirt yesterday while lunch-thrifting.

I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be some sort of strange slip?

I don’t know.

It just doesn’t feel complete. Like it was never properly finished?

Just one layer of taffeta with ribbons?

No liner?

Hm.

Either way: it’s quite delightful.

And as always, a little round of applause for the ever-amazing obi belt.

Makin’ everything work.

Maybe I’ll name it Tim Gunn.

The Tim Gunnobi.

Yup.

Anyone planning super-crazy-exciting events for the weekend?

Eh, me neither.

Well.

I think I want to go to the Natural History Museum.

I haven’t been since I was a kid, and it really is freaking amazing.

Dinosaurs, mummies, glow-in-the-dark crystals, gift shop, dinosaurs, bugs, and dinosaurs.

Wanna come???

You should.

Pumps: Jeffrey Campbell via Lorisshoes :: Skirt: Thrifted :: Top: Thrifted :: Gunnobi: Thrifted :: Scarf&Necklace: Also Thrifted

And guess what?

Tomorrow’s Friday.

Sha

zam.

{Update: This look was featured on Weardrobe}

Aye, my dear.

Tomorrow will be Friday.

But really: who cares, right?

Oh.

I do.

Me and my new purse do.

Say whaaaat?

Yup.

Mama’s gotta brand new bag!

(ohmygodI’mfuckinghilarious)

He’s a bit larger than expected.

But also softer, more luxurious, well-built, and charming than I expected.

His name is Jack.

Jack Rabbit.

Unrelated, but is anyone else seemingly unaffected by the current retrograde of Mercury?

I am usually buried in fear and dog-eating electronics while simultaneously looking for a lost wallet and trying to fix leaks.

This time: easy breezy.

Maybe it retrograded so intensely that it actually corrected itself and things are the best they ever will be until the end of our planet as we know it?

That’s a stretch.

But am I alone?

Literally everything I am wearing is thrifted except for: My new Bag. Obvi. And my scarf, which technically was thrifted, but then later gifted as packaging for my beautiful necklace that I bought from Miss Merl‘s {A M A Z I N G} etsy shop, Clyde’s Rebirth.

Oh yah.

That’s my new bag.

Did I tell you I got a new bag?

He loves you, too.

Happy hump day.

Sometimes I wish I had red hair.

So, as you can probably see: I am dying for Fall.

I’m sneaking in wool trousers already.

Although, it is a teeny bit sad.

I will miss the sunsets on the patio.

The breezy Vespa* rides.

The iced beverages.

Camping.

And just today, as I post these pictures, I remember the sadness of having to put Richard away for the Winter.

It’s like a little tattoo flavored hibernation.

I forget he’s there until the Spring almost.

Isn’t he handsome?

Pumps: Coach via Nordstrom Rack :: Trou: Thrifted :: Blouse: Target :: Belt: Thrifted :: Bag: Thrifted :: Necklace: Gift from a dear friend

Now let’s all go get humped.

*I forgot to tell you that this guy bought a Vespa! It’s crazy and I will take pictures. Pinkie swear.