the lost kardashian

If Nadia Aboulhosn is a long-lost Kardashian sister (as I often suspect she might be), then I’m at least a second cousin today. I’m going to redo this post as soon as I have a better webcam. I really, really like this outfit, and I want to do it photographic justice. I look like Nessarose…

hopping around pretending it’s spring

Here’s a squicky factoid about me: I have some issues with seasonal depression and anxiety. (Trust me, I’m squirming mightily as I write this. I don’t like talking about feelings. But it’s necessary in establishing a context for this post. And I’m consoling myself by remembering that it’s not feelings feelings, just misfiring serotonin.) I…

witches need real lives too

First, an announcement. My computer’s battery kicked the bucket, and while it’s not a death sentence (I’ve ordered a new battery, and it should arrive by the end of the week), I’m stuck using my mom’s creaky spare laptop for the next few days. It has a webcam, but not a very good one, so…

a textbook case of special snowflake syndrome

Life decisions update! As of yesterday, I’ve officially been hired as a face of Owlhurst Loft, a fledgling (do you see what I did there?) vintage store and art gallery. They were kind enough to endorse my blog, so it’s the least I can do to endorse their Facebook page. Go to the link above…

i’m a slytherin

I joined Pottermore just so I could get Sorted. My Sorting surprised exactly no one. I don’t have pierced ears. I used to, but my ears rejected the metal, and I decided the chronic infections weren’t worth it and let the holes close up. I’m strongly considering getting them redone, because I’ve had my nose…

we all like to think we’re not predictable (we’re all wrong)

It’s funny how transparently my influences evince themselves in my style. I puzzle over whether that’s nature or nurture – am I drawn to those whose aesthetics resemble mine, or have I adapted my own to express admiration? – but it all comes to the same thing, really. I follow quite a few bloggers (see…

this sweater literally belonged to my grandfather

My mother bought it for him. She got it back when he died, and now it lives with me. It makes me sweat when the mercury climbs over 30 F, so it’s for the coldest days only. The jewelry makes it pleasantly bohemian. Essence of rockabilly. My roommate’s hula hoop. ~ The problem with this…

next stop: floppy hat

I’m having a very pleasant Saturday. I’m currently chilling on campus in an empty classroom listening to my buddy Lisle’s bro-rock playlist. (If you knew Lisle, you’d understand why the term “buddy” is the principally applicable one.) There’s a mock trial team party tonight, and I can’t decide what to wear. I’ll present my two…

one skull is not enough for me

I found this outfit particularly photogenic, so there’ll be quite a picdump today. My sartorial existence is a petulant, protracted war between elegance and kook. Half of me craves pumps and shirtwaists and vintage blazers; the other half is a straight-up Claudia Kishi groupie. It’s a pleasant day when I can combine my impulses. Today…

my shadow looks like minnie mouse

I like going duochromatic from neck to toe and totally breaking tradition on my head. A guy in my Interpretation of Religion class complimented my style. Bow, Skirt, & Coat: Old Gold Top: Plato’s Closet Boots:┬áHand-me-down Orange Necklace: Boutique in Maine Tights & Spider Necklace: Christmas I’m having a rock-ballad phase. (Hedwig and the Angry…

putting the fun in funeral

You might remember this dress. Even though I feature certain accessories quite heavily, I usually try to avoid blogging the same centerpiece twice. That said, the post in question was created before I’d solidified my mortician-school aspiration. The macabre, it pervades. Here’s what I might wear behind the scenes of my future funeral home. New…

more mooring

I don’t wear makeup other than lipstick in any modeling shots.