Duncan is so motherfucking hip.
Etcetera, Etcetera.
June 28th, 2010 § 12
Monday Shmonday.
Bleh.
Went for the lazy look today.
Feels good.
Although, I did just realize that we are hosting for the Fourth of July and I don’t have an outfit yet!
UH OH.
I just maniacally scoured the internet for like 4 minutes looking the perfect dress.
But I think I have a place to look (in person) first.
So, I’ll let you know.
We don’t have a theme or anything this time.
We thought about Tiki-style for like three seconds when we saw these awesome plastic tiki cups at Target, but promptly changed our minds.
We didn’t even really center around ’4th of July’ either. We got black plastic plates. And black cutlery.
Who knows what it’ll turn into.
But I do know we will see some crazy amazing fireworks!
Oh, and I tried to take a good picture of the newest addition to Bolomania, but the image is hard to see in the first place.
I got this off etsy, from a woman who claimed it came from “the estate of the man who invented the hovercraft.”
It’s a little Kiwi bird.
And after some simple googleresearch, I found out that it is carved into New Zealand Jade. I think. I mean, that makes the most sense, right?
I love it.
AND- how weird is this:
So, I wore this on Father’s Day (the day my dad hooked it up with like FOUR new bolos), and I was telling him the story about how weird this all was re: the bolo and the kiwi and the hovercraft.
Then, he tells me a brief story about this flea market, then he stands up and shows me his new belt buckle he found there.
Guess what’s on it?
A KIWI!
wtf
. ? !
Bottom Up:
Shoes: Seychelles
Trou: Thrifted
Tee: Target
Cardi: Thrifted Target
Bolo: Etsy
Belt: Thrifted
Skin: Pretty much all connected to my face again!!
Off With Her Head
June 25th, 2010 § 13
Oh Friday, I couldn’t be happier to see you.
Although I will say, I usually expect much less from you.
As in: much less chaos.
Leave that for the Mon-Thurs crowds, ok?
And my face is quite unpleasant in these photos.
The sun hurts my new face.
Or the sporadic bits of my face that are new, any way.
And due to my face-off, I wanted to dress very simply and comfortably.
And I did.
And I also wore this shirt earlier this week.
But it has been for a while, and may always will be: my favorite shirt.
And if it’s your favorite, then you can wear it as much as you want.
Those are the rules.
Bottom Up:
Shoes: Seychelles Twistin’ the Night Away
Shorts: Urban Outfitters
Top: Thrifted
Jacket: Thrifted
Oh, yeah- and I made some promises didn’t I?
Have a seat.
So (roughly) as predicted, I began peeling approximately 1/2 way through yesterday.
It began around my nose and mouth.
This was 1:00 pm.
It’s a fast moving little face I have.
By 9:00 pm, I was a beast.
And I’m looking a bit greasy here because I just put on my Enzyme Masque, which essentially eats all of my dead skin.
Don’t you wish that you could eat it too?
Barf.
And this is literally right now.
It’s looking kind of better because I cut off the big pieces with scissors.
But hey, that’s what they tell you to do, so….
To the forehead!
My god, this is disgusting.
What a difference between the old yucky skin and the new, pink skin.
My old yucky skin also looks older and yuckier because I have a ton of sunscreen on, and one of my sunscreens is tinted.
Tinted way too dark for me.
But I figure people probably won’t be commenting about the too-dark coverage.
They’ll just be hoping that it isn’t contagious.
Silence Blossoms Like Tumors
June 24th, 2010 § 9
Well folks, my baby came prematurely.
And by that I mean that my face started peeling an entire day before it should have.
Which only further confirms just how much I will molt.
I’m itching with excitement.
And also just itching in general.
But look at this great hat I found at the thrift yesterday.
Good lookin’? Yeah
Keepin’ the Sun away from my new skin? Yeah, that too.
Niiiiiice.
Also, I tried on every single belt that I own this morning, trying to find the perfect match.
Mint won.
And thank goodness that a day has passed and I can finally wear my new Seychelles again.
I
am
obsessed.
And for some reason all I’ve wanted to listen to lately are like serious epic ballads.
Think Queen.
I wonder what that means- has there been any research on what denotes your musical taste at any given time?
Like the symbolism of dreams?
Doubt it.
Shoes: Seychelles Twistin’ the Night Away
Skirt: Forever 21
Belt: Thrifted
Blouse: Thrifted
Hat: Thrifted
Bolo: Thrifted
Face Off
June 23rd, 2010 § 8
So, yesterday I decided upon an impulsive chemical peel.
Why did I do this?
Who knows.
But what I do know is that I will be peeling something fierce about this time tomorrow.
It starts around the mouth and slowly peels its way to the hairline.
It will be royally disgusting.
But around this time next week, I will have amazing, glowing, porcelain skin.
So take that.
My face is tight like a tiger, though.
And itchy.
Really, really itchy.
And pink.
I’ll try to take pictures when it’s at its worst.
You’ll love it.
I promise.
Bottom Up:
Shoes: Seychelles (my first pair of Seychelles! Awww….)
Skirt: Forever21
Belt: Thrifted (Yah, I wore it yesterday. So what?)
Button Up: Thrifted
We’ll Take That Ride
June 22nd, 2010 § 12
Man, another super busy day.
That is not at all how I prefer to function.
And before we go any further, I want to say that this morning I took a big, fat chunk of inspiration from Miss Christina‘s amazing scarf-wearing ways.
I have pounds of scarves, but kind of just think of them as scarves.
I’m so creative.
But her brilliant mind actually put the scarves to work for her!
I love it, and in a way- she kind of just gave me like a million new shirts.
Thank you, ma’am!
And this is one of my absolute favorites. It is that heavy equestrian style, but they’re wild mushrooms!
Expensive mushrooms, at that!
So bizarre, but very cool.
And nice and thick as to avoid any mishaps.
And I was definitely right about how awesome this belt is.
Not that anyone argued, I guess.
Bottom Up:
Twistin’ the Night Away clogs: Seychelles
Shorts: Thrifted
Belt: Thrifted
Scarf: Thrifted
AND did I mention these:
Aren’t they beautiful?
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Goblin King
June 21st, 2010 § 11
Finally! Sorry to tease you so.
On Saturday night, my girlfriend and I went to the opening of Beauty Bar downtown.
I didn’t know it then, but learned that they are actually kind of a Franchise, so you may have one in your town too!
If not, it wasn’t super crazy exciting, so don’t worry.
Don’t get me wrong- we had a blast.
And it coincided with PrideFest, so there was an awesome crowd.
We got silly.
And all the boys loved my pants.
And by boys, I mean gay guys.
Also, I was obviously heavily inspired by David Bowie this night.
It’s also obviously a loose interpretation and not a literal costume.
But the pants and blousey blouse were enough, or else I just would have gotten ridiculous with it.
Esp. ca. Labyrinth. (kind of a maze of sentence. Irrrrronic.)
And I was going to show you a picture of Jareth (a.k.a. Goblin King, a.k.a. David Bowie, a.k.a. Ziggy Stardust), but then I decided that if you don’t know what I’m referencing then shame on you. Go to Blockbuster.
But I did find this, which I have never seen and now I’m obsessed with it:
whoa
Yeah, it blew my mind too.
I mean, here he kind of looks like Eddie Izzard which is odd because I never thought that Eddie Izzard looked liked David Bowie.
And if you don’t know who he is either, shame on you. Go to YouTube.
And the skinny tie just kills me.
But it’s that little split of the lip that has me crazy right now.
Why?
Is he a brute?
Brute Bowie? I just don’t see it.
But it’s that mystery that makes us swoon.
And don’t be shocked when you see me with this haircut.
Oh, David.
{and yes, I have had Dance Magic, Dance stuck in my head since I put those pants on}
That Was His Home
June 21st, 2010 § 4
My goodness I’m behind.
Crazy day, not enough time for anything.
Hate it.
So, this is gonna be brief because I also want to catch you up from the weekend!
Geeez!
I didn’t feel like putting a lot of effort in today.
That’s my way of stickin’ it to Monday.
Fuck you, Monday. I ain’t dressing up.
Bottom Up:
Shoes: Seychelles
Jeans: Forever21
Blouse: Thrifted GAP
Crocheted Cardi: Thrifted
Owl Bolo:
Gift from my Dad!!!
My Dad is amazing and found four bolos for me!
I guess that makes him an official sponsor of Bolomania.
This owl guy is totally my favorite- and can you believe it?
Getting gifts from your Dad on Father’s day.
What a guy :)
A Trout Kind of Day
June 18th, 2010 § 6
So, this guy got up super early this morning without me to watch the sport event that everyone is really excited about.
He’s my photgrapher, so that’s why you haven’t seen me around today.
The poor guy is still stuck at work (…aaannd the Sun is going down) so I thought I would fish through my camera and see what I could find for you.
Consider it a mix of Christina’s About Me post today (which is one of the most awesome things EVER) and the horrible bloops I showed you yesterday.
Here are some completely random images, in no particular order, with little to no relation at all except for the fact that they’re in my camera.
Let’s see what we got!
This is a wooden stretcher that we found by the trash. It. Is. Awesome.
This is obviously our cat Duncan.
I’ve managed to carry this photo with me all the way from Tampa.
First, the guy was like, “Damn dude, it is way too hot here in Florida. I think I’ll make some sweet cut-offs. Out of my swwwweatpants.”
And so he did.
Then one night he was like, “Well damn dude, since I look so good in my sweat-offs I think I’ll go to the bar and try to chase some tail. Think I’ll wear it with my cut-off shirt. Tuck it in, you know.”
And then dude was like,
“I don’t know man, those shorts you made seriously give you the most disgusting Moose knuckle that I have ever seen.”
But he did it anyway.
On a much less gross note, this is a picture I took of my favorite cloud.
Mr. Cirrocumulus.
Once upon a time I found John Kerry in a claw machine at Perkins.
He and his Sugar Daddy lived happily ever after.
The end.
I have a very nasty habit of balling up napkin bits at bars, and then organizing them by size.
My friend Billy is showcasing this for you.
This is a bench that was at a busy intersection in Tampa.
I never understood it.
Maybe it’s the secret of the Universe.
Hey! This is Billy! From like two seconds ago, remember?
Tell me this isn’t fucking amazing.
This happened outside of a restaurant I worked in.
Wow.
ONE TIME, Ryan (aka this guy) got drunk, so I T.P.’d him.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Ha.
And I used to have black hair.
So there.
Oh yeah, and this is going to be picture heavy.
Name It and Win It: W I N N E R !!!
June 18th, 2010 § 1
It is my grand pleasure to announce the winner of the Modcloth Name It and Win It Roadtrip Edition.
After much internal debate, many giggles, several “aw’s”, and even a few head-scratches….
The winner is:
MANDI
with:
“Cute as a Nugget Dress”
Congratulations!
I thought the name was wildly clever, I loved the reference and knew that non-locals would get it, too.
I mean seriously, that dress is so stinkin’ cute it’s ridiculous.
Well done Miss Mandi.
And a bit of an EDIT: a la calivintage here are some of the honorable mentions:
Crunchy Granola Dress- this was (and no offense to Mandi) my true favorite. By far the most hilarious and related, but it had zero to do with the dress
Pike’s Peekaboo Dress: the dress is a bit risqué just in the way that I fit in it, so this was awesome.
Meet Me at Sakura Square Dress: Sakura Square is a great Japanese Market down the street from me, but again just not quite about the dress. But adorable.
LoDorable Dress: I actually live in LoDo (Lower Downtown) so this was a definite runner up. I just worried no one would get it because the fact that we even call it LoDo is just another blatant SoHo rip off, and almost every town has their own version. So I just wasn’t sure if it would scream Denver to non-locals….
So just to shed a little light on my thoughts behind my choice, I chose Cute as a Nugget because:
I love the phrase ‘cute as a button’ and think it is greatly underused.
While according to many commenters on Modcloth this is a Basketball reference, that’s not what I had in mind.
Growing up here as a kid, you are very aware of Colorado’s gold mining history. Field trips to gold mines, panning for gold in the creek, seeing the remnants of the mine tracks that wind up the canyons and lead to weathered, abandoned mines in the mountain face. After you pass through Golden (the town that the Coors Beer Factory is in. Which, if you missed it is a town. Named Golden. Get it?), you wind up the canyon and if you hit it at the right time you will see the Sun hitting bits of gold in the mountains shining like little flashing bulbs.
I mean, obviously we call our team the Nuggets for a reason, right guys…? I just thought it was a very rich reference (no pun intended) that actually dates to the beginning of Denver history. How could you be more precise?! I found it nostalgic, thoughtful, and really fun to say out loud! Say it!
So folks, that is the story of the Cute as a Nugget Dress.
And a great big gigantic Panda Hug to Modcloth for including me in the amazing contest.
