Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Oh deer

This might be one of my favorite outfits if only because I spotted this skirt at the start of summer and I wanted it, badly. But I just don't have it in me to drop $68 on anything. Fast forward to a week before Christmas when my sister found the skirt (again!), but for the steep price of $5.99. I was elated. I went with all black everything because sometimes my inner teenage goth really appreciates some attention and it makes me taller.

We had a late family Christmas this weekend (my mom + step-dad live out of town). It was so nice! My step-sister is a wonderful host and baker. I got some really nice makeup brushes and really AMAZING mascara. Any time I get makeup and free food, I'm a happy person.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Catalina Fight Song

As much as I love clothes, I have a very complicated relationship with tops. Not shirts so much because I have an entire drawer of band t-shirts, but with actual cute tops to go with my skirt collection. It's not that I don't like tops or that I don't sometimes look for them. It's that I don't know how to. I'm picky. I don't really love constricted necklines or sleeves. Too short of a sleeve is weird too, right? If it's button up, it probably will gap at the chest or be baggy everywhere and then, and then there's the whole thing that tops usually cost more than a dress. A dress is basically an outfit. So...what's the point?

This is my actual thought process and why I am mostly lacking. I have been making an actual effort to look and purchase tops. I generally end up giving them away, but at least I try. This top though? I scored it at the thrift store for a mere $1.50. I didn't expect it to work, but it fit like a glove and I can see potential and unlimited outfits with it. Jamie is our newest Flock Together member and I'm over the moon because she and I are under five feet tall soul sisters. I just made that up, but we are both small and this skirt belongs to her. I realize the shirt is hardly showcased in these photos, but that just gives me an excuse to wear it more often, okay?

This head warmer I am wearing was a gift from my sister, Lisa! She's the best. I send her photos of expensive items I see in the store and she whips up a better version in multiple colors for me. It's the perfect solution to staying warm, stylish and avoiding hat hair.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Everything in twos

This is less of an outfit and more of what it looks like when trying to have a cute outfit on in Ohio. I've never been a coat collector as it always seemed foolish to own a million coats when a lot of the population can't afford one and let's be honest, I don't have the space for excess items. I've always been a thrift/swap/second hand kind of coat wearer, but this year, I was extremely cold. So, I headed to the mall and found the exact coat I saw online for a fraction of the cost and with bigger pockets -- which as a non-purse carrier is vital. I irrationally bought it and to get my money's worth, I plan to wear it every single day. Even when I'm sleeping.

I wore this outfit to a local show where local bands were doing covers of mainstream bands for charity. It was one of the most fun events I've been to. Each band had a genre and they all pretty much nailed it. I got to hear Chumbawamba, Weezer, Michael Jackson, Brand New, New Found Glory, Rage Against the Machine and a bunch of other gems. The venue was packed and everyone was screaming the words and dancing. It was basically a huge party and what's better than a good party? Plus we ended the night in pizza. All nights with pizza are good nights.

Oh, and I'm not mad. I'm just cold.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

On Embracing the 'Selfie' & other questions of curation

Let's be honest, I hate the word selfie, but I love a good self-portrait. My obsession with documenting myself in various locales and outfits happened when I got my first digital camera at age sixteen. Which was way before I had a proper format for sharing these (besides LiveJournal). My personal interest in self-portraits was about creating an artful photograph. Sometimes I would be in a phone booth, laying in the snow filled woods, wearing space pajamas on the floor of my parent's kitchen. It was about executing an idea. But other times, it was simply about empowering myself. If I was wearing an extraordinary outfit, got a new haircut, or feeling badly -- I would snap a photo.

Back then it was a lot more work. My camera took four AA batteries, had no swivel screen, didn't fit on a tripod, selfie sticks and remotes did not exist. It was a process, but a process that taught me a lot about patience, crafting a good photo, and documenting myself at various moments. Which was also a part of what I loved about the Internet -- it allowed me to document myself and my life and what I chose to share. Which is something I have been doing since age twelve. The Internet is a graveyard of embarrassing moments that I shared in my youth and I'm proud of that.

Now teenagers and everyone in between has instant access to cellphones, fabulous cameras (that sync to your phones), filters, beauty editing software, and a million platforms to be a narcissist on. We are all guilty of sharing a photo of ourselves brunchin', sippin' coffee, or seeing a band. We have morphed into a culture that lives for the "likes" of an arranged moment. But is this really such a horrible thing?