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 they represent to me and basically every female between 15 and 35.
Claudia was my favorite. Despite what the rest of the club said, she was waaaay more individualistic than that bitch Dawn. And her outfits put the q in psychedelic. I see no shame in admitting that she is one of my main fashion inspirations.
(Side note: if you read even a few of these books as a kid, drop everything and go check out the BSC snark community on LiveJournal. That site is my freakin’ HOMEPAGE.)
For as long as I can remember, my parents have had a finger-shaped hook on the wall adjacent the wood stove. Sometimes you can see it.
This outfit almost has too many colors. Almost. I think it works because both the the blouse and the dress have a base of white, which grounds the outfit.
I love the way this blouse accents my waist.
Boyfriend and I got fraternal-twin bowler hats at Old Gold’s $10 sale this weekend. His is tan. We are That Couple.
These shoes remind me of snakes’ faces.
Blazer, Blouse,& Shoes: Goodwill Dress: Plato’s Closet Hat: Old Gold Necklace: Battery Street Jeans Tights: Sox Market
This is probably my favorite song of late.