Sooo.

Indeed.

It’s finally Friday.

I have a funny story about this jacket/dress/jacket dress.

So.

I found this at the thrift about three weeks ago.

I knew it was an awesome find just by touch alone, so I grabbed it.

Whilst carrying it though the thrift-

an old lady approaches and proceeds to instruct me on how it should be styled.

A large brooch on the left collar and a big, statement necklace, gold shoes, etc…

She went on for about four entire minutes and I honestly wasn’t listening to most of it.

I mean, she herself was wearing sweatpants and that is a really good clue that she isn’t really the best woman to be taking style advice from.

I could tell that she secretly wanted me to say, “Oh, well gee- I really just don’t know what I’m doing with this jacketdressjacket, so I think that you should have it; seeing as how you know how it ought to be styled and all. I mean, it’s only right.”

Newp. Sorry lady.

But hey- if it’s any consolation, you could maybe refer to a Bolo as a statement necklace.

Maybe?

And I have to say that this dress really, truly does not look so fucking wrinkled in real life.

I saw the photos and I wanted to die.

It’s very bizarre.

But things of this nature happen often.

For example- today’s outfit in general (yes, wrinkles included) looks much better in person. Much.

However, yesterday’s outfit really did look a lot better in the photos than it did in real life.

? ? ?

AND- I actually really wanted to wear my Keds today. They’re a minty seafoam (this was before I decided to wear the jacket, thanks. I wouldn’t have put a mint with a kelly- or would I….?). But my god damn son of a gas tank heels are still shredded.

I had to resort back to my good ol’ Seychelles.

I’ll be happy when they heal.

Heal, heels.

I’m also really tired.

Tired of people. Tired of working. Tired of driving. Tired of typing. Tired of most things.

Aie.

Some sleep should do me good.

And this weekend’s plans are going to be amazing.

They are, in order:

1. Nothing

Not even getting dressed period, probably.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Dress: Vintage

Jacketdress: Thrifted

Scarf: Thrifted

Coach bag: Thrifted

Like your hat.

In love with these rainy days.

And it allowed me to wear thick, wool, lined trou.

A+

Also, I realized that I never include my purse in photos.

So, I changed that today.

But my hair is still the same.

The buzzers taunt me.

And although I did find that horrendous example of a haircut yesterday, I found a different, great place of inspiration for us lady ma’ams with short hair.

I was a little disturbed that I hadn’t thought to search for it earlier.

Psh, spending all this time looking at dude hair.

What I needed all along was an excellent gallery, wholly devoted to:

Lesbian Haircuts.

Duh.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Target

Trou: Thrifted

Pinstripe Shirt: Thrifted

Belt: Thrifted

Scarf: Thrifted

Vintage Coach Bag: Thrifted

So, as I recently mentioned: my hair needs to change. Now.

Whenever I look for hair cuts online (which is actually really rarely because I usually just end up with a pair of scissors in my hand and a sink full of hair), I pretty much only look at men’s hair. Looking for short, women’s haircuts is all but pointless.

I just had to share with you one of my finds.

It’s not in the running, but it did come from a site with the title Trendy Men’s Haircuts 2009-2010:

Golly, thanks Internet!

After my daily trip to Paige’s page today- I am totally jumping on her bandwagon.

She included definitions of “Paige”, according to Urban Dictionary. I’ve heard of Urban Dictionary, but did not know that it defined us as people, by name.

Here are some definitions of me, Zoë:

1. Zoe: The act of being grand, wonderful, perfect. Other related words are, cool awesome amazing. (In a sentence: Oh my god that is so zoe.)

2. Zoe: A girl named after a purple hippo, with a blue mohawk and sexual kisses. Who craves meatballs and potatoes on rare occasions. (In a sentence: “did you hear about that zoe girl, the one who eats potatoes on rare occasions?”
“yes ive heard about, she has sexual kisses”
“i know!”)

3. Zoe: The action of digging oneself out of an unusually large, gaping hole. (In a sentence: You flashed everyone at the company Christmas party? You so just pulled a zoe.)

4. Zoe: A girl who likes hot Sicillians and usually kills n00bs over the internet and is very pwnsome. (In a sentence: Person 1: Zoe killed that n00b
Person 2: Damn right she did)

So there you have it.

Me, in a nutshell.

Thanks, Paige. I really learned a lot about myself today.

Strange things are happening on the top of my head.

Something drastic needs to happen.

And can I get a little hallelujah for the rain?

Thanks.

I hope it stays cloudy and wet all day and everyone moves really slow and then we all take a nap.

Also, two of these items were featured on the fourth of July: the tights (they are teeny hearts) and the cardi (ssh- it actually has a bit of purple chalk on the shoulder).

The other shoulder.

And oh- what’s that?

That’s my necklace from Clydes’ Rebirth! Which is really just the store front for the amazing zephyr of creativity and wonderful things that is Miss Merl.

I made her giggle so she cut me a deal.

Duncan thought it was for him.

To eat.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Tights: Urban

Skirt: Thrifted

Belt: Thrifted

Wolf Tee: Urban

Necklace: clydesrebirth

Cardi: Forever 21

My life aches.

And I still need that nap.

But I think a little trip to the thrift may cheer me up.

Perhaps a Smoothie, too?

Who knows!

But those are both exciting ideas.

And I know that I have been wearing these shoes a lot.

Too much, you may say.

But I have to.

See, this here weekend that I’m recovering from included a wonderful, spontaneous walk to the gas station in 90˚+ weather in the wrong shoes.

But why would you spontaneously walk to the gas station in 90˚+ weather in the wrong shoes?

Oh.

Because we ran out of gas.

Asshole.

And now I have two big, red, angry heels that do not want to touch the back of a shoe.

And these don’t touch.

So they win.

Any of you guys win the lottery yet?

I’m ready to retire.

Still.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Trou: Forever 21

Tank: Target

Blazer: Urban

Scarf: Thrifted

Other scarf: Thrifted

Belt: Thrifted

Cramps: Coming from every angle

Aye, folks.

I am exhausted.

I couldn’t even stand for a photo this morning.

The party was an enormous success.

But I have a sheepish confession:

I forgot to take pictures.

Eeeee….

But I will definitely recycle a variation of my outfit in the not-too-distant future.

Right now though, all I want is a nap.

A three-day nap.

And breakfast in bed.

And a massage.

Well friends, my brain is a puddle right now and I’m struggling to formulate thoughts.

But thank you for enjoying a cup of coffee with me this fine morning.

I wish we could have partied together last night.

You could have written on our walls in sidewalk chalk, too.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Jeans: forever21

Blaus: Thrifted

Bolo: Thrifted

Scarf: Thrifted

It’s Friday.

Give or take.

So.. nice.

Still busier than a really busy businessman.

Let’s win the lottery and retire.

Also, this is unrelated- but I did a quick search for the domain: thethrift.com

Guess what?

It’s available!!!

For only $2,388.

Huuuwwwwwwuuuh???!

Newp.

And I apologize.

I didn’t mean to blind you with my glowing, iridescent, angelic, porcelain doll skin.

Sincerely, sincerely apologize.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Thrifted

Pants: Vintaged

Belt: Thrifted

Tee: Target

Belt: On my head again- three days in a row this has cameo’d.

…

{from the poetry collection, June 30th, June 30th by Richard Brautigan}

Strawberry Haiku

*****

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The twelve red berries.

Wednesday.

Hello.

{ssshhh, look what I did. I wore 4th of July colors again}

All I can think about is food today.

Eatin it, cookin it, eatin more.

Hungry.

And…. hello!

The A M A Z I N G Annie of Time Enough for Drums has made me the happiest girl around today.

She featured yours truly for her Fille a la Mode de Juin.

I am over the moon right now.

Thank you so much, Annie.

I mean, you guys- Annie is like- kind of a Goddess.

Swoon.

But I’m still hungry.

Bottom Up:

Shoes: Seychelles

Jeggalingadingdongs: American Apparel

Tee/Tunic: Hand-me-down

Cari: Thrifted JCrew

Scarf: Thrifted

Belt: This is what was on my head yesterday!

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*****

And I also wanted to say really quickly that I am sorry for being kind of absent lately.

I have just enough time these days it seems to post in the morning, and then I’m just in the weeds all day with no time to do what I really want to do, which is visit you guys.

Then I get home and we’re just fucking super crazy there, too because we are hosting this weekend.

And somehow party-planning turned into full-blown redecorating/refurnishing.

So just know that I am missing you guys and not being a dick on purpose.

Things will be back to normal soon.

I promise.