streamers, balloons

picture credits, from top: Chris Searl, Chantal Michelle, unknown, unknown

For some time I've been collecting pictures of balloons in my inspiration folder. I don't know why. I was actually kind of surprised that they were the subject of so much photographic material. Are they symbolic? Am I missing something?

I do know that every time someone releases a balloon into the sky, it lands in the ocean and kills a whale. At least, that's what they told me in grade school.

sometimes

wearing H&M top, vintage Wrangler cutoffs, Old Navy bikini top

Sometimes you just want to put on a bikini, throw on a pair of cutoffs, and go to the beach. But then you realize you have to work and so you just put on the bikini instead. Then the fog comes in and you get very, very cold. Admitting defeat, you retreat indoors to watch hours of Michael Jackson coverage. Before you know it, it's dark. The end.

ps

Thanks to Fashion Moment/Fashion Pulse for the newest addition to my trophy case. I'll pass it on soon!

sadness...

How sad that my 100th post has to be about the passing of a legend. MJ was one of those public figures everyone knew so well and at the same time knew so little about. Perhaps the only thing we'll ever know for sure is that he was arguably the greatest pop star the world has ever known. I don't think I'm being overly-sentimental when I say that, either.

Scream is one of my favorite music videos ever. Maybe not the best song in the world, but Michael and Janet just look like they're having so much fun together, and of course with these two, you know the dancing is sickkk...

RIP

halfway home

wearing ASOS dress, Sigerson Morrison flats, vintage cardigan, thrifted necklace

Halfway through the week. Only two more days until I can mope around and sleep late like God intended. Yes, he did intend that for me. It's all part of His master plan.

Oh, and I just realized that an unfortunate side effect of my growing preference for t-shirts over tank tops is a burgeoning farmer's tan on the back of my neck. Sexy.

Also, special thanks to Janetteria for this spiffy new award. I want to pass it on to the following style fairies:

The Haute-Shopper

Rhapsody in Boots

Vintage Lollipops

Now, off to bed with me.

swoon

clockwise from top left: Anabela Belikova in Maison Martin Margiela, Sasha Pivovarova in Prada, Kate Moss in Alexander McQueen, Sasha Pivovarova in Lanvin.

I made a couple of discoveries today. First, that illustrator Cedric Rivrain's drawings of models in some of the season's most recognizable designs are nothing short of jaw-dropping perfection.

Second, that Nicholas Kirkwood is the pimp-daddy zen master of shoes. See below.





ps
OMFG. I just saw a goddamn commercial for Scientology of all godawful things. I certainly hope the economy doesn't have people that cowed...

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wearing AA tee, Old Navy jeans, vintage belt, H&M sweater, thrifted bag, vintage belt, thrifted necklace, Candies shoes (I know, I know. But I have an excuse! I got a pedicure and they were the only open-toed shoes I had at my parents' house!)

Meet my dear friend Kelli's daughter, Isabella. She may only be 3 months old, but as you can see, she already has bitchin' taste in sunglasses. How amazing does she look in the picture above with my boyfriend?

This weekend I:
- Indulged in some long-overdue baby time (god, how they grow)
- Played shuffle board (and sucked at it)
- Attempted to do some bank account damage at my favorite vintage/consignment store near my parents' house, but it was closed :(
- Fed Frankie Nutter Butters and gave him a bath
- Ate some Italian cheese that smelled like dead people's feet
- Finally got a manicure and a pedicure (after these pictures were taken, BTdubs)
- Worked, worked, worked


And now I get to go to bed. I'm starting to see a pattern in my life...it's all the same! Welcome to the next 40 years.

last resort

Preen
Yves Saint Laurent
Celine
Thakoon

Vena Cava

After spending the evening combing through the resort collections on Style.com, I came away with these favorites. Is it just me or is resort one of the most exciting collections? I used to think it was just a jerk-off way to get people to spend money during the long stretch between the Spring and Fall seasons, but now I realize it's also a great resource for styling ideas because the clothes are sort of simpler and more wearable. Of course, it's also a jerk-off way to get people to spend money, but what isn't?

This weekend I'm hoping to get in some quality horsey-time and maybe get dressed once. I'm keeping expectations low.

feelin' it

picture sources: probably all Tatielle.tumblr or Lolitas.se. If I'm wrong and you're offended, please feel free to contact me and air your grievances.

Just a little bit of Awesome to get me through a midweek slump. Remember kids, don't do drugs! (unless you're using them to spell your name in which case...carry on).

Also, I strongly encourage someone with blond hair to try day-glow yellow eye shadow. It's weirdly flattering.

And last, a time-lapsed video of a peony opening. I want a dress that somehow captures the buoyancy and delicacy of this flower. Any budding designers out there want to give it a try? And send it to me? My measurements are available upon request...

Peony time-lapse from munich time-lapse on Vimeo.

and another one...

wearing ASOS dress, Dior sunglasses, Steven by Steve Madden flats, vintage bracelet

So I finally got that ASOS dress I posted about aeons ago. The delay was that I can't figure out UK sizing to save my life. I ordered a 10 because I got a leather jacket from there a long time ago in a size 8 that barely zips up over my (pitifully small) bust. But when this dress came in the mail, it was waaay too big. So I had to return it and get the size 8 after all. The good news is, it fits perfectly. And I love it. So, paying for shipping three times is a small price to pay (I guess).

I now have around 4 flippy little floral dresses hanging in my closet...so I'm thinking I may only need about 4 more to complete my collection. Or 5. The jury's still out.

fading light

wearing Poleci silk pants, Gap t-shirt, H&M cardigan, vintage necklace, Pour La Victoire shoes

Test drove the new pants from Anthropologie today and came to the following conclusions:

1. Pants with an elastic waistband rule

2. Silk is by far the most wrinkle-prone fabric known to man

3. When wearing these, the occasional MC Hammer joke is inevitable

Still, I got outfit props from a frumpy looking woman in the parking lot on my way out of work who said, "You look very fashionable." I consider this a small victory. It's the little things...

Thank god tomorrow is Friday. I've been dragging myself along this week fueled only by coffee and a vague desire to make it to the weekend. Mine is a pitiful, meaningless existence.

hair porn

top to bottom: tatielle, tatielle, knighttcat

One of my earliest childhood games consisted of taking a pair of my mom's nylons and putting them on my head so I could pretend they were long, luxurious braids. In preschool, my favorite teacher (I still remember her) had a swath of jet-black, waist-length hair which as far as I can remember was the only reason she was my favorite. In fact, all I've ever wanted (cue violin) is a nice, heavy curtain of thick, rapunzel-esque hair. And all I've got is a head full of flyaway, baby fine hair that won't grow. You win this round, genetics.

So, in honor of my sick obsession which often finds me jealously eyeing the ponytails of my fellow commuters on the bus, I just wanted to post some pictures of good hair. I think if I feed enough orphans or cure cancer I'll be reincarnated as someone with really really really good hair, right?

Meanwhile, in this life I've always fantasized about getting extensions, but have pretty much been scarred for life (and my had my eyeballs unceremoniously assaulted) by the unfortunate weaves of Britney Spears and Paris Hilton among others. There are just so many goddamn horrible weaves out there. An exception, of course, is the lovely Unbeweavable, who gives me hope that perhaps someday it really will be possible to add length without looking like I have a dead possum on my head. Amen.

Happy Birthday, June!

wearing thrifted floral dress, thrifted denim jacket, H&M shoes, DIY earrings, vintage/thrifted/Lisa Levine bracelets

Went out last night to celebrate the boyfriend's birthday. I think he'd kill me if I told the whole blogosphere how old he is, but let's just put it this way: he's closer to 50 than he is to being born. But then again, so am I...

Getting older is awkward. And not charmingly so.

On a slightly less morbid note, I went honest-to-goodness shopping today for the first time in God knows how long. I spent too much money, but everything was on sale and I didn't get a single item from Forever21, so all-in-all I'd consider it a smashing success. Suck it, recession.

Below, some of my goodies. Try not to die of jealousy.

Christian Dior sunglasses, silk pants from Anthropologie

Inspiring quote of the day: "What other people think of you is none of your business."

So true! Sometimes honesty is self-defeating. I need to remember this.