Sunday, September 19, 2010

An unemployed fashionista

It isn't that I don't have time to blog; it's that I don't have much to put together outfits for.

Choker: thrifted
Top: H&M
Skirt: F21
Tights: Nicole Miller via Marshall's
Oxford pumps: DKNY via eBay
Vintage 60s patent leather bag: birthday gift from aunt

This was donned for a dinner date with some old friends, and so I had a reason to fancy myself up a bit and go through the ordinary motions of life. Important things! Like matching a skirt to one's lipstick and then proceeding to subdue the look because, let's be honest, you just inked your face with hot pink and are wearing a mini-skirt to dinner but really don't want to appear as if you are trying too hard or screaming for attention, because you desperately want to appear put-together and somehow laid-back, even though you aren't laid-back because you are a girl who buys lip liner to match her wildly-pigmented lipstick and photographs herself so as to showcase her outfits on the internet. But still.

Really, though, this job search has transmogrified me into an essential puddle of goo. I vacillate between attempting to put together an outfit every day and tossing the whole process out of the window, so as to avoid the especial if not isolated embarrassment of being all dressed up with nowhere to go. If a gal is all gussied up and doesn't go anywhere so no one sees her, does she still make a sound?

If you have recently heard an employer musing about how difficult it is to find Soviet History and vintage fascinator enthusiasts these days, please let me know. Until then, it is nice to change my non-pace by piecing together an outfit for dinner.

Because Fiona seems somewhat obliv to sartorial pursuits, no?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


Tragically, sometimes shoots do not go as planned. Case one:

Umbrella: Liquidation store
Black and white striped top: Target
Black blazer: Ruth via Crossroads
Skirt: Target
Tights: Target
Shoes: Payless
Vintage 60s frame bag: thrifted

This was the best shot out of a bucket's worth. I think it is a shame that I look so irritated, because I don't believe myself to have been. The look of irritation is made more acute by the vaguely pinkish red shadow cast on my face by the umbrella.

The umbrella, however, is obnoxiously happy. Ultimately, the power of it and my pissy face combine to formulate an average effect. Win?

...the painful after-story is this: The sun came out immediately after this shoot and warmed the Earth by 20 degrees or so. Of course, this was after I already left for the day. I ripped my fingernail, which in turn snagged my tights. And my sense of self-worth.

Case two: being unaware of the girth of your fabrics (ugh, and the angle of your lens,) can result in an experience which should serve as a valuable lesson for your readers. Because if these things are off kilter, you could easily go from this:

Vintage chain bag: thrifted
Necklace: gift from friends in Taiwan
Tee: Charlotte Russe
Skirt: thrifted
Flats: Target this:

So, wearing a camisole wouldn't have killed me. Unfortunately, not wearing a camisole did. I am relieved that I am able to access Blogger from the afterlife, but I am starting to worry that some angel might see it over my shoulder and accuse me of committing the deadly sin of vanity.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Fit for a feast

This outfit whisked me from a job interview to a birthday interview. Actually, I whisked myself - the outfit did very little of the walking.

Headband: Wal-Mart
Vintage scarf: from Grandma
Tuxedo jacket: H&M via Crossroads
Black and white dress: DKNY via Salvation Army
Tights: Target
Oxford pumps: DKNY via eBay

Wearing a bun makes it very, very easy to forgo washing one's hair for an irresponsible period of time.

I celebrated my birthday with family at my favorite Italian restaurant. I have been ordering their cavatelli for over a decade. Cavatelli, though, is a very dense and ruthlessly bloating pasta. I had the foresight to acknowledge the fact that after a plate of it, I would have a carb gut. This dress' waist is cut a bit high and has some extra room in it. And fill it I did.