Big ones, small ones. I don’t discriminate.

Thrifted stuff on top, Refuge jeans, Bakers shoes

So today was the last day before no buy month.  As expected, I wanted to shop.  Unexpectedly, dudeguy encouraged me to go.  Weird.  

I didn’t go nuts like I thought I would.  Even weirder. 

I did manage to come away with a ca-yoot vintage dress from Squaresville, and more stuff from Amy Appy.  When I started shopping there so damn much is a mystery to me.  Srsly.  I saw these and needed them in my life…mainly because all of my other shorts are either to assy-outie or very long.  After trying them on and finding out they run HELLA big (I ended up with a small.  Really.  I’m serious.  A small.  On my near 40″ lower half.  Srsly.), I fell victim to this and a mesh bralette thing to go under it.  Too much side boob action for a regular bra.

Alright!

Highlight of the day: talking with my favorite 6′ tall white man that thinks he’s a black woman (in jest, I assure you).

“You’re having a wonderful hair day.”

“Thanks!”

“It looks really soft.”

“I look like an emo kid.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Riotous laughter ensued.  You can guess how bored we were at work.

U-N-I at the Viper Room celebrating the release of le highly anticipated A Love Supreme.

Sweeeeeeeeeeeet. 

Now what the hell am I going to wear?

Crochet circle necklace [via amerrymishap]

PS – I opened up a (very small) etsy shop.  There’s one thing in it now.  Hopefully that will change in the next few days.  Hopefully.

Since it was hot a hell today, I thought I’d take a cue from the late Aaliyah/the mid 90’s and wear this knit crop top with some extra baggy jeans (just trust that it’s a surprisingly cool outfit to wear in hot weather).  Since I don’t officially own a pair of extra baggy jeans, I did the next best thing and used dudeguy’s.  

((thrifted shirt, dudeguy’s jeans, Bakers shoes))

Methinks it worked out well.  Some girl called me “brave” for wearing them without being Katie Holmes.  I really didn’t know what to make of that.  Um, thanks?  =P

I got to hang out with my two favorite ladies and gent today.  Mom, godmom, dudeguy and I went tearing around LA county stopping for Chinese food, groceries, and random bits of chaining from Michael’s.  I have no buiness in that store.  I could spend hours just looking at the yarn.  Seriously.  

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The first third of the Great Shoe Hoard of early 2009 arrived today; vintage Bruno Valenti wingtips in black and brown courtesy of the bane of my existence/drug of choice ebay.  I might have to wear these to bed because I seemed to have forgotten how narrow vintage shoes tend to be.  

Agony.  Pure agony.  They’re very much worth the agony, but pure agony nonetheless.   I can’t wait until they’re properly broken in.  Can’t.Wait.

Boos and Besito leather bowtie necklace

Yeah, it’s cute…hell yeah, I’d wear it…but it sure reminds me a hell of a lot of a certain bowtie necklace that I already poured my blood, sweat, and tears into made…

AHA!!! 

Ok, so I don’t know which one is the chicken and which one is the egg, but I’m content with knowing that great minds think alike.  

Check out more Boos & Besito stuff here and here.  I dare you to tell me that those slouchy socks that are able to transform a lowly pair of peeptoes into an epic display aren’t cute.  I dare you!  

If you want to know more, email boosandbesito@gmail.com.  Oh, and everything they make is $40 or under.  

You’re welcome.  =D

I’ve officially changed my steez when it comes to clothes.  

Tonight, I am taking inventory of (read: cleaning out) my closet.  Some will go into the store, some to people, some to Goodwill.  After picking and prodding through the first half, I’ve realized the lack of investment pieces behind those Ikea doors.  It’s shameful.  The clothing turnover rate in my closet is high.  Very high.  I need to change that ASAP. 

Out of nowhere, the quality vs. quantity argument that I’ve heard time and time again about clothes finally made sense.  After this purge, I think I’m going to pare down the ‘need’ list and drop some serious cash on serious quality stuff.  Stuff that I’ll love forever and not just for half a year.  Stuff like this swacket from Harputs Own.

This thing is so versatile, it’s almost criminal.  

Camille has one and I’m thoroughly green in the face.  It amazes me how that girl has found her clothing niche before becoming a legal adult.  Makes me feel dreadful, just DREADFUL! 

I’m glad I’ve finally had an epiphany during closet cleaning this time around.  Any other time, I’d be ready to stuff it full of more things I’ve found on ebay/at Jet Rag/thrifting/online/randomly walking into stores.  Now, I feel thoughtful and purposeful.  w00t!

Of course, all of this will go to shit if I happen to come across $445 in the next day or so, but I’m just saying…

Oh, and this won’t apply to shoes.  Just thought I’d throw that one in there. 

Dudes, I went out.  During the week!!!

I know.  I’m still shocked too.  Shock normally equals an outfit that doesn’t really fit the event, but still grants me a pass just because… 

If you have to ask, yes I do think a rainbow striped top, black sequins, khakis and dominatrix shoes match.  

Last night, I met up with Jaz, Ms. Krish, and several others to celebrate the release of Curly Tops and Nautica Jackets at the Grand Star in Chinatown.  For more info on the massive year long project paying homage to the 90’s high school scene, go here.  If you’re already up on it, the download is available here.  ”Ifeel” by J*Davey is a friggin masterpiece.  

Yes, I do involve myself in the west coast hip hop scene.  I’m also very adept at running in these shoes because I’ve stolen a box of Thin Mints that somehow appeared.  I’m very well rounded.  =P

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Per the shoes below, the cream joints are Marc by Marc Jacobs and the wedges are Max Studio.   And yes.  I’m getting both.  My mommy said I could.  Dudeguy didn’t put up a fight either.  LOL.

I hate it when cute things happen to fall in your path and beg for you to buy them because they are such a great price.

Did I say hate?  I think I meant love.  I LOVE when that happens.  It’s my wallet that hates it.  When it rains, it pours…

I’m trying to have will power.  I didn’t officially buy either of these, but all logical signs point to HELL YES when the price point is as ridiculous as it is.  What to do?  WHAT TO DO?

Counting down until No Buy April…or at least until I get the shop up and running.  Won’t you please help me pay my bills feed my habit?

If you aren’t already familiar, I’d like to introduce you to Safiya Beauty.  Not only is the brain and beauty behind this line a very good friend and sawrah of mine (HI NAI!!!), she is supremely talented in the way of mixing the most luxurious moisturizers with the most intoxicating scents.  

They smell edible.  They aren’t.  LOL. 

Oh, and did I mention that the products are organic and eco-friendly?  Well, I should have because they are.  =D

The Safiya line includes body butters, soaps, bath bombs and scrubs designed to pamper, hydrate, and nourish your skin.  And right now (RIGHT NOW), she’s having a sale because it’s her birthday week!  Pop over to Etsy or Artfire to take in the fare or check out the Beauty Maven blog for more product info and beauty tips.

I am well pleased with my purchase of the Amy Appy Circle Vest.  Yes, it is simply a circle with two holes in it that sort of resembles the smiley face symbol (sans smile) that we all know, but it’s one of those things.  It has that je ne sais quoi.  That thing…I mean, it’s ridiculously versatile, light, and layers very nicely.  I’ve worn it for the past two days.  

You will see more of this.  I promise that. 

I’ve been playing around in my hair a lot, too.  I was telling someone that this cut has been the easiest I’ve had to deal with.  I’d like to tack on most fun as well.  Once I conquer how to make a proper pompadour, I’ll be set.

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I’d like to thank Megan of the Bofannie etsy store for being an absolute doll.  I got my slavelet (apparently, it’s called a slave bracelet and I like to condense words) yesterday and have been thoroughly enjoying it.  If my knuckles werent’t so damn fat, I might have been able to wear the ring on my middle finger – no such luck for yours truly.

Oh, and I won those wingtips…

This no-buy April is going to be well needed deserved.