This morning, I put on a striped sweater.  Something told me that was not the route to go down today.  Normally I would say “screw it” and wear the sweater, but this inclination was a pretty strong one. 

When I stepped foot outside at 1:10pm to go to the park, I was slammed in the face with 96 degree heat.  

What in thee hell?!?!?!

Let’s just say that I was extremely happy that I decided to opt out of that sweater.  

The “necklace” I have on is actually a knotted belt that I snagged at the dollar sale.  It’s bright, so naturally I had to pick it up. 

Shirt & Necklace: Thrifted

Jeans: Forever 21

Shoes: Urban Outfitters

Working next to the LaBrea Tarpits and LACMA has its subtle benefits.  I love the fact that I can cross the street and be in several totally different environments.  The place I was today looks down on a rain forest-esque portion of the Tarpits.  The architecture is really interesting up there. 

I hope you had a cooler day than I did.  If not, what are you doing to keep from melting?

Nothing prompting that title, really; I’m just excited for the new Metallica album.  

I was watching Project Runway reruns with dudeguy last night (I make him watch it with me) and the “design for the designers” episode was on.  For those of you who don’t watch (shame!), one of the designers was given the task of creating a look for another one of the designers inspired by the punk musical genre.  Because dudeguy is a former punk rocker (because they never really get out of it), I knew he would find this episode ripe and ready for critique.  I was right.  

“Babe, is this punk rock?”

He was offended.  Mostly because this look was very cliche and really had nothing to do with punk rock or what punk rockers did.  I asked him what he would have done differently.

“Shit, I don’t know.  Probably glued pigeon feathers in his hair.  This isn’t punk.  Punk is when you just do shit.  Not because it’s cool or you think it looks good.  Like growing a mustache on the side of your face…or…or…”

He was overwhelmed with upset.  My eyes started to glaze lightly.  I’ve heard this tirade before and, while it is entertaining, I know where it’s usually going to end up.

I may not know much about they actual style that o.g. punk rockers would approve of, but I did get something right.

“Now THOSE are punk rock.”

Score one for me.  Not that I was looking for points, but positive reinforcement is always nice.  

Henley: American Eagle

Jeans: Forever 21

Very punk rock shoes: Doc Martens

I’m going to the Jet Rag dollar sale tomorrow in hopes of finding something similar to this:

I want need this dress.  Wish me luck!

I was extremely tired this morning (I blame the event in the previous post).  So much so that I had to take a nap under my desk at work.  Not joking.  You can see how red my eyes were this morning.

That’s pretty much all I have to say about that.  

Shirt: Urban Outfitters

Everything Else: Forever 21

My boy’s group, The Uhh…, had a show last night at Little Temple.  I decided it would be cool to go with my college roll-doggie who I haven’t really hung out with since graduation.  Sometimes I forget how much fun it is to hang out with her.  She’s nuts.  LOL.   Anyway, we roll out at around 10:00 with the thought that the show was going to start at 11:00.

Wrong.  

As 11:00 came and went and the clock neared the midnight mark, I got a little anxious.  I mean, I have to go to work in the morning and I wore the most badass and HURTY (more Simpsons slang) boots in my shoe collection.  As the pain shot into my left toe and radiated to the ball of my foot, I realized that I had a decision to make: shoud I stay and support my friends, or should I go home, get in the bed, and nurse this aching foot of mine.

In the very minute we decided we were going to jump ship, they took the stage.  The show was indeed live and the guys did a great set.  How I managed to stand, gyrate, and still walk back to the car is an absolute mystery to me. 

Shirt: Thrifted Vintage via Jet Rag

Jeans: Refuge

Boots: Colin Stuart

And ceecee, I’m actually 24.  LOL.  Those loans are very much in full effect.  I’m glad I look 19 still.  Sort of.  =D 

Muze, here is a link to FIDM (Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising).  And I LOVE the Boondocks.  I need the DVDs.  Badly. 

by my flyy and fab-as-hell internet homeskillet Muze.  You guys should really check her out.  She’s a fantastic writer with a book that is due to come out soon.  When it drops, you will all know.  TRUST ME.  LOL.  She has two blogs, one fact, one fiction, so go!  

Anyway, here are the rules as I know them:

1. When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back
2. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more) that you find brilliant in their content or design.
3. Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with ‘honest weblog’
4. Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).
5. And then we pass it on!

Now for my mean honesty streak.  Yes some of this may be TMI, but hell, I figure I’d share it with you all.  

- I  live with my dudeguy who is the absolute antithesis to who you probably think I would date.  He is also the smartest and most interesting person I know.  Even with the 5 cats.  I thought they would drive me nuts, but they’re actually a fun and furry bunch.  *god, I sound like a cat lady*

- I haven’t been to church since my broken engagement last year (not including dad and grandma’s funerals last October) and I don’t think I’m going back.  If He’s really up there, I’m sure He’ll understand.  If not, that’s cool too.  My grandma (RIP) would be so upset with me if she knew that I stopped going, but Jesus and I haven’t seen eye to eye for quite some time.  

- I really need to find a hypnotherapist to cure me of my dermatillomania.  I’ve been tearing up my face, shoulders, and back for years and it really needs to stop.  I just don’t know how to stop it.  Damn these compulsions of mine.

- My daddy (who I miss terribly -RIP) wanted a boy.  I’m actually named after him…well, his middle name, (Ali —> Alicia).  Because of his disappointment that, I have a lot of mannish tendencies.  I curse like a sailor, I’m extremely casual around people I know (yes, it’s exactly what you think – LOL), I love muscle cars, and am fully capable of arguing/conniving/fighting my way out of a lot of situations.  I hung out with the ‘SC football boys while I was going there – and not in the groupie way; I mean with sweats on and beer in hand.  I pride myself on all of this.  It is the reason that I waited this long to wear skirts and dresses willingly (and it still feels strange).

- I hate BET.  There’s really nothing else I can say about that.

- Going to FIDM was one of the best and most expensive things I have ever done.  Even though I don’t work in the industry (right now), I’ll never regret going.  

- I am a tightwad.  I don’t know why I started this shoe shopping obsession, but secretly, I wish I had paid down my student loans.  

- I finally learned how to say “no” without feeling badly and it is the BEST thing that has ever happened to me. 

- I’m a homebody.  My typical night is watching my normal television line up that starts at 6:00 and ends at 12:30.  Most of that line up is animated.   

- My mother is an absolute fox.  If the rumors are true, I’m looking forward to being fine as hell at 50+.

Okie dokie, I think that’s it for now.  Millions more are swimming in my head, but I don’t want to bore you all to death.   Anyone else want to partake?  I would tag/link people, but I’m tired as hell right now.  LOL.

Every now and again, I defy the weather and pretend it’s cold outside.  Today was one of those days.  It happened on an accident, really.  Well, kind of.  I woke up even later than usual and had no idea what I was going to wear (somehow, I’ve gotten into the habit of figuring out my ‘fit the night before – usually in a vision.  It’s strange, I know).  Remembering a note from Coed Ugly, I grabbed my leggings, a long wife beater, a cardigan, and my granny boots.  The scarf may have been overkill, but I really wanted to wear it.  

This probably wasn’t the most appropriate combo of clothing to wear today.  Sure it was hot, but I decided to climb a tree with my friend during my lunch break.  Yes, I do completely random things from time to time.  A tour group was being led through the park and I think we weirded them out.  Oh well.  

I really liked this outfit today.  Not only did I break my usual rule of never wearing leggings as pants, I also got to play with different textures since I was wearing so much black.  Yes, my socks are purple, but I’m counting them in that mix. 

Cardigan & Scarf: Forever 21

Tank: Target

Leggings: American Apparel

Socks: Random

Shoes: Vintage via eBay

I finally got a call back.  YAY!

The conversation went very well and I am glad to say that we are in talks to reach a resolution.  This makes me very happy.  My lovelies, please understand that I am not out for blood or looking to discredit companies, but I will speak up when I feel that things aren’t handled in the proper way.  In this instance, they weren’t.  However, after receiving an explanation as to why everything happened, I feel better about the situation and the company itself.  Hell, all I really wanted was an explanation. 

I got one.  And now, I’m good.

Thank you to the rep who (finally) called me back to work out a resolution.  I can totally appreciate when someone knows how to take an issue with a customer, fully explain what happened with everything, take responsibility where needed and ensure that everything is smoothed over.  She did just that, so I will rescind my earlier knock to their customer service.  She was extremely helpful and understanding of my position, so I can’t legitimately hold a grudge.

FlyJane, you are o.k. in my book…now.

I got the shoes last night.  Mind you, they were stuffed in a FedEx box intended for sending thick stacks of paper, but that’s neither here nor there.  I planned on shipping them back today, but the scathing letter I included with my return slip and shoes says “FlyJane.com” instead of “FlyJane.net.”  Now I have to open up this damn box, retype the letter and repack the box.  Great.

Per Chauss’s advice, I’m going to call my card company and get the charge retracted.  We’ll see if I get a phone call or an email then.  I’m guessing I won’t but at least I’ll have most of all my money back. 

Irritation level has gone down to green.  I’m guessing it’s because I’ve had several opportunities to vent my frustrations.  Thank you all for indulging me. 

I’ll keep you posted on what happens.  Until this gets resolved, I’d really love to hear from people who have had pleasant, problem-free experiences buying with them.  I want to believe that there is still good in the world.

I have no words…my mouth just fell out.  Twice.  What is it with me and buckles on boots?

And I don’t know where this sudden love for skyscraping platform boots is coming from, but I wouldn’t mind having these in my closet at all.  Or these.  Or these which, sadly, are sold out but are nevertheless reallyfuckingcool.  

*le sigh*

Edit: since the Topshop links are acting strangely, the boot styles are the America Platform Lace Up Boot in Black, the Arielle Side Zip Platform in Rust, and the Emma Cook Crepe Ankle Boot in Khaki.