the creeper and her crawlies

It’s ninety-one degrees, and I’m lying in bed eating gummy bears and reading young-adult novels about witches the way good Osiris intended. Way too hot to put on anything but a bikini, so I’m bringing you another inspirations post. I haven’t done one in a while, and it’s always interesting to see how concrete my…

scathingly something-or-other

This past March, you may recall, I did a series of posts emulating some of my favorite bloggers’ styles: March 12: Rebecca of Winnipeg Style March 14: Marisa of Shades of Monet Chronicles March 18: Rachel of Floral Prints and Common Sense March 21: Bebe of Fated to be Hated I had a lot of…

i refuse to make an eyeball pun

I’d wanted this dress since I was, oh, seventeen: I’d drooled over it at Old Gold since my freshman year of college. Two days ago, May 24th, was my birthday. When my mom placed the package from Dolls Kill Boutique in my lap, I just about knocked over the cake in my frenzy. I have…

twelve little girls in two straight lines

A couple of weeks ago, I won a $50 gift card to Vintage Urban Renewal. I selected a lovely blue-and-white swing coat, which Michelle, the owner, shipped promptly. Shortly thereafter, the mercury dipped down into the 50s and 60s, giving me a good few opportunities to wear said coat before packing it away for the…

the kishi school of psychedelia

Remember her? I think I read almost every Baby-Sitters Club book (quite a feat: there are almost 200) between the ages of 7 and 11. Looking back on them as a pretty-much-grown-up is hilarious: SO MUCH is wrong with the way these books portray, oh, everything, but I appreciate them for the rite of passage…

footloose fancy freak

I’ve finally got a decent lighting setup in my parents’ house. It’s a little blurry and temperamental depending on the time of day, but what it lacks in clarity it compensates for in angle: I can take much nicer full-body shots here than I could in my old living room. Today I continue my general…

even vainer than usual (plus a little deathy goodness)

The last of the photos from Thursday’s shoot with Brent. He has the coolest dressing-table setup in his studio, and I’ve taken some great “backstage at the burlesque house” shots there. I bought this green dress and shawl to restore and sell, but I couldn’t resist prancing about in them a little first. And here,…

still not dead yet

Copyright Brent Gould 2013. I wore the prairie dress to a medieval fair with my boyfriend yesterday. I love us.

not dead yet

Frolicking in a pretty dress between gravestones under a canopy of flowers encompasses, like, four of my favorite things. All I need now is a bowl of pad Thai and a few eyeballs. Copyright Brent Gould 2013. Many more to come as I receive them. I’m a puddle. Or a mushroom. “Antebellum” is the word…

here’s hoping i don’t hurt your eyes

It’s been in the 50s and 60s for the past few days. The mercury will shoot back up to balmy by this weekend, but for now I’m really enjoying the resurgence of tights and jackets. Summer outfits aren’t exactly my niche: not only am I an accessorizer through and through, I overheat painfully easily. My…

not-that-sexy schoolgirl

This dress is tragically unseasonable, but it was so wonderfully prim and marked down so dramatically that my purse strings loosened almost of their own accord. We’re having a bit of a cold snap right now (high 50s, low 60s), which is fortunate, but it’s looking like I’ll have to stash this lovely dress soon…

if you’re hallucinating, then we’re hallucinating in unison

I’ve officially broken my no-pants-ever streak. I know. It’s hard for even me to believe. Surprise! I wore these pants all the time in high school. I was also a lot skinnier in high school. The t&a I grew after graduation made me feel awkward in baggy clothes. My body’s found equilibrium, though. I no…