Apparently today is a dedicated to clothes/style related posts. I love shoes and I think investing in quality is extremely important. I am always on a budget (and a little bit of a brand-whore) so I love when I can find great brands for cheap, even if that means buying second-hand. I adore thrift stores and flea markets and although they’re unpredictable, dusty, and a little smelly, if you can find it in your inner germaphobe to look passed these factors, you can find some really fantastic and unique finds. Here are a few of my finds from this week:
Dr. Martens from Goodwill for $6.
Jeffrey Campbell’s from a thrift store in Claremont for $30.
Birkenstocks from another thrift store in Claremont for $30. (These are the Birkies that I mentioned in my last post.)
I would like to start with an apology in regards to my absence. I have no justification for this besides my summer induced laziness which, if you think about it, is a quite viable excuse considering it plagues most pre-college students who have a fear of commitment and responsibility. So yeah, that’s where I am in life at the moment. College. It has been the most prevalent topic for the last few weeks due to orientation, opening accounts to pay tuition, enrolling in classes, touring the campus, and trying to find the perfect balance of productivity and leisure time for my class schedule. Don’t get me wrong, I am excited for college, especially the ability to reinvent myself. No I am not going to get a bunch of piercings and start buying eyeliner and black clothes in bulk (excuse the cliche) but I have decided that I want to simplify my style. I have found myself intrigued by minimal and laid-back style that it-girls, models, and bloggers execute with perfect ease and, what’s seems to be, an absence of effort. I shall provide some visuals like the good collegiate student I hope to be:
As you can see, I’m going for the basics-filled, loose pants, comfort-based, unoriginal, beach-y hobo look (no that is not a “boho” typo). I have started by purging my closet of all immature, “high school-esque” attire and have even invested in Birkenstocks… this change is for real you guys. I am committed. I will keep you guys updated on my style transformation and try to add some flare to this mundane topic in an attempt to keep you guys from falling asleep.
The second Sunday of every month, is always a glorious day. Why you may ask? Well, the reason being is that it’s the day where I get to walk around and haggle with intimidating vendors, buy used and smelly clothing, and fawn over odd little trinkets and old furniture. Trust me it’s much better than it sounds. It’s the Rose Bowl Flea Market! I adore flea markets but the Rose Bowl is my favorite. I never get tired of the smell of dust, kettle corn, and the wide array of quirky characters and inventory. It feels like I’ve been transported to another time and I’m on a treasure hunt. I’m the equivalent to a kid in a candy store when I’m there. I’ve missed the last few months because I’ve been so busy with school, but I received a warm return today and left with a good chunk of eclectic goodies to add to my collection.
A vintage The Who t-shirt, a vintage baseball tee/jersey, and a random t-shirt from a grumpy vendor that perfectly embodies my inexplicable and violent love for brunch.
A Mama Cass record that is reminiscent of cotton candy, two high-waisted shorts, a pair of short overalls, three ironic and amusing pins, a rope of incense composed of saffron, nagi, and red and white sandalwood, and lastly an ethereal fringe cardigan that is just dying to be worn no matter how hot it is outside.
An exceptional haul, if I do say so myself, and I do.
I feel like humans have an exhausting need to document almost everything (cough* cough* this blog… cough*.) I think we do this in order to prove our existence and remember that what just happened, actually happened. Some people do this, hypothetically speaking, by remembering a specific song that played during that one date with that one guy, or keeping the concert t-shirt from your second date with that guy, or turning to that certain comfort food you ate when that one guy broke up with you, or burning that picture of that one guy you used to date. I’m just kidding… I’ve never done that. Anyway, I recently heard of a way to commemorate important moments. Flower pressing. No this is not new or revelatory, in fact, it kind of sounds like something your grandma would do. I felt that this method was perfect for me because, in addition to my elderly spirit, everyone knows I love flowers so I tend to get a lot of them for special occasions. I thought this would be a perfect way to immortalize these beautiful gifts, keep a record of things I’ve grown in my garden, and simply serve as a place for me to keep the random little flowers I come across. I call it my Secret Garden (aren’t I just so darn clever?)
I’ve been busy this past week with graduation, so my blogging time has been limited. Now that I am obligation free and summer vacation is alive and buzzing, I thought I’d do my first “current fixations” post.
Currently listening to:
I have a thing for ensemble casts (although Tatiana Maslany makes up more than half the cast all by herself) and well-thought out back stories, and Orange is the New Black just got released on Netflix today!
Now that graduation is over, I can finally immerse myself into these books.
Kombucha and pizza from The Luggage Room in Pasadena.
Chrissy Teigan’s long bob and Erin Wasson’s effortlessly cool aura.
Insanely cool and classic couples.
Currently inspired by:
Winona, Hudson, Coppola, Marling, Tatou, Dunst, Poots, and Shrimpton.
I am now going to go stuff my face at Orange Hill.
This word is defined by the book, Affluenza: The All-Consuming Epidemic, as “a painful, contagious, socially transmitted condition of overload, debt, anxiety, and waste resulting from the dogged
pursuit of more.” (Thank you Wikipedia.) I came across this word in a newspaper article and was immediately intrigued. A hybrid between the words “affluence” and “influenza”. It’s a social sickness, one that mercilessly plagues America. Very reminiscent of The Great Gatsby, don’t you think?