Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Room Sweet Room


While I'm aware that I'm making a gross tactical error in my ongoing hipster war with Ale by posting this, I was pretty excited about this contest I noticed in the back of the most recent UO catalog I got in the mail. I save them, sue me. $500 would be enough for me to browse their online clearance section during seasonal transitions for the remainder of my life - or my 20's, whichever comes first. 

My room has always been a ridiculous rainbow explosion of sensory overloaded awesome, so I was like, "I got this".

Well I (thankfully) read the actual contest rules, and you couldn't submit any pictures containing logos, symbols or trademarked images that people could recognise or that would infringe on copyright laws, etc. You could also submit only one photo. So then I was like, "Bollocks".

Posting pictures of my room is a bit juvenile, but like I said, I was all excited about this at first, and my new room is shaping up to be pretty cool. Now, allow me to illustrate why I ended up not having this contest in the bag while simultaneously paying homage to the rainbow disaster I live in.

This is a glimpse of my old room...

...aaaand here's the new one thus far:


This is all the result of cramming two bedrooms, 2 1/2 closets and part of a garage into one space. If you can't tell, the hairbands above the closet door are on a giant inflatable crayon.
Just avoiding Hello Kitty items alone was practically impossible, not to mention all of the Disney and Lady Gaga stuff, plus the art I have up that isn't mine. I tried with all different kinds of lighting and camera settings for about an hour, and this is what I finally came up with that doesn't include anything not allowed, plus goofy Photobucket manipulation:

fml.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Craft(y) Project: UFO Catcher Pouches

I found a lobster squeaky toy and a stuffed box of Dots for 99 cents each at different thrift stores a while back. I'm sure they came from claw machines. Yesterday I went through ALL of my fabric and sewing projects and made these goofy little things into pouches between purging and cleaning. I was originally going to sell the Dots pouch but now I can't decide. ><


Thursday, May 26, 2011

UNIQLO: Save Japan!

The popular Japanese brand UNIQLO has enlisted the help of 10 celebrities to design a series of disaster relief t-shirts for $19.90 each, the proceeds from which will go to the Red Cross. They go on sale June 25th - check them out here!

The Karl Lagerfeld and Nicole Kidman ones are cool, but I want the Cyndi Lauper one:

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Craft(y) Project: Brand New Bag

So this is another really simple one, but I pulled out my sewing machine last week so there will be more to come.



This giant bag was probably a diaper bag at one point in time - I found it at a thrift store for like $4. I love primary colours and thought the hot air balloons were cute, but it was cumbersome to carry around.



So, I made it into a tote bag. I removed the flat bottom piece, the two side panels and the bottom panel.

There's also a top panel where the zipper is, but instead of removing it and reattaching the zipper I folded each side down and stitched them to hide where the old handles had been attached, which also made the top and bottom even in terms of where the front pocket (balloon part) is. I used scraps to make a simple strap. Viola.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Even Less-Forgotten Outfits

Today a random guy approached me just after we got off the bus and asked me what motivates me to dress the way I do, because he's noticed me before. Actually, I noticed him once before, too; it's hard to miss a bro who talks on his phone using a constant stream of slang as poorly as he does at about 100 decibels. 

Anyway, he noticed that I'm random and colourful some days and "punk rocker" on others, but that I "always do it well and no one else could pull it off", which has led him to believe that there's some deeper, intriguing dual personality at work, and that I'm some kind of "freak". He meant it sexually.

And while that isn't entirely untrue, I think this "bitch, please" face pretty much describes how I felt just then. Luckily I took a few pictures of myself making stupid faces last week and had this on standby for just such an occasion.

So even though I had just woken up after probably passing out on the girl next to me and sleeping like a brick for the duration of the ride, I quickly said: "There's no explaining it, bro. I do what I do."

Honestly I appreciate the compliment, but I don't know how to react to things like this. I know that Becca is my biggest fan and she embarrasses me nearly every day complimenting my outfits, bless her heart, and that I even met Carl because he noticed what I wear. Well, that and the fact that he was the only person around who hated Jan Brewer as much as I did at the time.

Almost everything I own is either second-hand or dug out of a clearance section somewhere, sometimes literally out of a bin in a dirty warehouse, though even then a lot of it is brand name because I've developed an eye for quality. I know that I started posting outfits on this blog but I've never thought they were brilliant or anything. I'm just working with what I have, and most days I throw on the first thing I see, which I may or may not have been sleeping on along with other random assorted objects.

To be honest on another front, I wish I looked like one of those model blogger girls, the Twiggy ones wearing super short shorts and crazy heels with cute little frilled socks: an Urban Outfitters catalog, basically.

At the same time, though, I know that's just not me, and that all of those girls look the same. I usually know exactly what's trendy but choose not to wear it if I don't like it and/or it's not flattering on me. That's the difference.

And really, none of it ever is anyway because it's made for girls shaped like a series of glued-together Popsicle sticks. I wish clothes would hang off me like like window treatments and that I didn't need to wear a bra, but hey, we always want what we don't have. Plus whatever's "in" is always too damn expensive. $38 for a blouse that's going to tear before I even put it on, are you kidding? It takes me months to get over spending that much on a textbook.


So this is the outfit in question. My shoes are flats, eyelet fabric with peeptoes and the same colour as the Stitch charm on my bag. My hairband is pink and purple ikat and more or less matches the dress, which is second hand, too big for me and originally from the GAP. My nails are leopard print falsies that I found on eBay for less than $2, and I used that cheap Nails brand brush-on glue from Walmart to attach them. I mention this because they've been on since Saturday night, which is a not only a new record for me but is especially amazing considering the fact that I don't remember most of Saturday night after possibly being drugged by a South African man.(Just kidding, apparently throwing a shot of SoCo on top of large quantities of vodka, gin, rum and tequila results in blacking out. Who knew?)

Anyway, this kind of thing only happens when I'm completely sure I look normal and boring. It's like when you think you're having the worst hair day ever, and people keep going, "Ohh, I love what you did with your hair today!".

I threw this on after getting less than 4 hours of sleep. Why were so many people (Becca and Loud Bro weren't the only ones) noticing it and even complimenting me? I have no idea, hence the "What the hell?" face. This isn't me fishing for compliments, either; I don't do that and have already mentioned that I barely know how to respond to them.

I guess the point of this post is really a clothing-based metaphor for life.

Why would you just wear a t-shirt, jeans and flip flops every day? The random stuff I wear works and looks decent because it's natural, and probably because I'm all about complimentary colours and repeating patterns. What you choose to wear every day - even if it's just an afterthought - is the most common and fundamental way you can express yourself as a human. Wander off the beaten path to find something that actually suits you and that you actually like; don't be satisfied with what giant retail chains throw in your face. Why would you give those jerks your money for some crap they had a team of 17 year-old girls sew together in China, anyway? Do what you like and like what you do, and do consider the appropriateness of your attire for certain occasions, but definitely don't give a fuck.