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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 afterward and anticipate the fall.

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This outfit just screams “highly stylized fin-de-siecle schoolgirl who will soon be sucked into a dark, supernatural mystery beyond her humble control”.

Or maybe that’s the Fluoxetine talking.

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I took the full-body shots way too late in the day. The light was fast disappearing. I hope the gist of the outfit comes through nonetheless.

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Dress, Tights, & Bracelet: Old Gold Ring & Belt: Handed down from Mom Shoes: Danform Necklace: Voltaire fan store Hat: Gifted

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.

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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 longer care much about “flattering” fits – I like interesting clothes, end of story. How they make my ass look is not a priority.

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These are the comfiest heels ever designed. I suspect Old Gold heels are made for drag queens: they’re supposed to support a man’s weight, so they fit my flat, enormous feet.

Blouse: Battery Street Jeans Pants, Shoes, Belt, & Pin: Old Gold Hat: Handed down from cousin

some things that glitter are silver

My lease runs out tomorrow. Just when I had my bathroom outfit pictures down to a science, I’ll have to work with entirely new light when I arrive at my parents’ house on Saturday. To ease the transition, I’ve prepared four posts’ worth of outfit pictures, to be doled out over the next week or so.

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I love the surprise of this top. Business in the front, party in the back.

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Top, Blouse, & Necklace: Old Gold Hat & Ring: Battery Street Jeans Shoes: NONE, BABY

This year’s batch of dandelion wine is officially in its nascence! I feel this image summarizes me as a person.



I’ve been listening to this as I pack. One of my favorite creepypastas, and absolutely worth the investment.

halloween the reboot: and you thought you could escape

If there’s one thing I know in this world, it’s that you – whoever you are – do not love ghoulies and ghosties and all manner of creepy-crawlies as much as my boyfriend and I do. We are hard. core. We do work at competing haunted houses, after all.

Yesterday was National Paranormal Day. In honor of the auspicious occasion, we attended a special-edition Queen City Ghostwalk. (I am such a goddamn Thea Lewis fangirl.) And, of course, I dressed the hell up. Less than six months until Halloween, you know. Time to start celebrating!

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I couldn’t find my bloody-skeleton hair clips, and I hated everything for a few minutes.

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“Vermont Spirits Detective Agency: Private Eye for Those Who’ve Died”

A couple Octobers ago, I attended a demonstration by VT Spirits, at which they went over some of their techniques and played footage from houses they’ve successfully exorcised. Now, I’ll say straight up that I’m not sure what I believe. As a religion major, I’ve found it most useful to keep my mouth shut and maintain agnosticism about spiritual matters. I’ve also found that my personal opinions on paranormal matters have absolutely no bearing on my ability to enjoy them. I appreciate the ability of a good ghost story to drag me out of my world and into its own. Does it matter if it really happened? That seems incidental to me.

Anyway, the point of this story is that I won a t-shirt and a book about haunted Burlington hotspots in the nightly raffle, and that incited my fangirl obsession with Thea Lewis. I wore that very shirt last night in hopes that she would remember me. She did. I squeed. Boyfriend and I lingered after the tour to talk to her, and I was doing my very best to stay collected.

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T-shirt: Raffle Skirt & Necklaces: Old Gold Skull Pendant: Battery Street Jeans Shoes: Gaiam Gloves: Gifted

color me buttoned

For me, this is ordinary. I’ve blogged all its respective components before, and it’s an easy outfit to toss on when I don’t feel like designing anything. I do feel it’s worthy of posting, though, if only because I really, really like the colors.

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I love how sheer and ethereal this blouse is compared with the skirt’s concrete pop of color.

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Skirt & Necklace: Old Gold Blouse: Yard sale Shoes: Danform Tights & Bracelet: Gifted


I saw Marissa this morning, and she promptly ruined her pants at the sight of all my buttons. “Skye, can we get a hundred buttons and fill a bathtub with them and just take a button bath?”

“A hundred? More like a thousand.”

“That’ll do.”

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Dress & Necklace: Old Gold Belt: Battery Street Jeans Sash: Midwest Muse Shoes: Macy’s Socks: Sox Market


This will always be one of my favorite songs ever written.