Saturday, June 26, 2010

Ballad of the Windfish

I apologize for these simple outfits lately, but it's just too hot and humid to wear anything but a tank top and something short on the bottom! Even shirts with short sleeves are too much. These days, the last thing I want to turn into is a soggy spaghetti noodle, because soggy spaghetti noodles are no fun for anyone. In fact, soggy spaghetti noodles don't even like each other. Trust me, I asked a group of them once at an Iron Chefs convention. I can even speak the ancient and sacred language of the soggy spagghetti (pronounced soggy spuh-GET-eye). Oh, but please, as natural as a response as it is, I plead that you must not become jealous of my ability. I promise to not brag too much on it. But hey, before you quit reading this, I have one last and important thing I must say: I can speak soggy spaghettian. And you can't (just making sure you won't forget).

Tank: Kohl's
Skirt: F21
Necklace: vintage, gifted by Gramma Nami
Bracelets: vintage, mom's
Ankle Booties: Target

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Maybe We'll Meet Somewhere in the Middle

I am a teacher
With skirt and alphabet shirt
Warning: bad haikus.

What does my shirt say?
People can't decipher it

Perhaps it speaks of
Sweet love or glistening stars
Trembling silver spoon.

How am I to know?
I make outfits and post them
Absorbent hedgehog.

I take my leave now
My dog has seized my trashcan
Bad dog! Bad dog! Lamp.

Tank: Ross Dress for Less
Necklace: vintage, gifted by Gramma Nami
Skirt: Walmart
Belt: Know-Style
Heels: Ross Dress for Less

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Wall Crumblies

Just needed to post up this pic because I felt bad I hadn't posted him yet, har har har. Nothing exciting has happened this week, other than the fact that last night I had a dream where I shoved a refrigerator on top of some guy and squished him because he stole a miniature harmonica from me and THEN (yes, that's not all, folks) had the decency (and utter bravery) to take my mom's STOVE. Fool, how dare you steal our stove. He deserved getting a beating from a huge arse fridge. You just don't go around stealing stoves, man. You just don't do that.

I've had ACT prep for the past week, but now it's aaaaaalll over! Outfit post very soon.