ugh why are you so weird

Hey, it's B!



J, all your photos are in front of this monument. Do you just like hang out at monuments all the time? Why are you so weird?

A:
This is where we walk our dog! I swear I'm cool.

On J::
Everything in this outfit is thrifted except the bag, which was given to me by my mother.

welcome to the brain fruit tree

Please excuse (or rather, please embrace) the surly expression on my face. It's late November, and that's just what my face looks like this time of year.





Ah, late November.


Crisp, but still warm breezes. Mindless American consumerism at its peak. Once crunchy leaves slowly rotting in the curbs, despite me having to move my car twice a week for the "street cleaning" that will apparently never occur.  And of course, the brain fruit tree fruit is ripe.





That's right, the brain fruit from the brain fruit tree. I don't know what it's actually called and I've only seen it on one tree, but man does that thing look like a brain or what? I know they're not edible because Ivy Lou won't go near them. I once saw this weird guy gathering them up in plastic bags as though they were really valuable, so I've logically concluded that they're full of magic. (brain fruit magic!) PS. they're brain-sized, too.







On J:
sweater:: Target, chopped and hemmed.
skirt:: vintage
shoes:: thrifted
bag:: inherited from mother.

values

Hey, tomorrow is Thanksgiving! And this is what I wore today; this bright, blustery day. The wind was really out to play today.
ie. Leaf tornados galore in the intersections.
I was actually having trouble keeping my hat on my head.
Exhibit A (one of the many hat chasing events that occurred- B was sly enough to capture this one as it happened) :

After crawling through the awful DC Thanksgiving traffic, I'm now sitting in an empty house in Northern Virginia [or NOVA, as the "cool"(?) kids like to call it] waiting for the the sun to rise and the Turkey Day festivities to commence.

On J:
sweater:: thrifted
pants:: thrifted
shoes:: thrifted
hat:: thrifted
bag:: vintage Coach (thrifted!)

I'm awful

Sorry, I've been an awful terrible bad blogger lady and haven't been posting pictures of things very lately or very frequently. I've been, y'know, doing stuff. And, like, going to school and working and stuff.

And because I love to disappoint, I won't be posting outfit shots today!

Instead! Here are some screen shots from a French movie I watched the other day, called Conte de Printemps (A Tale of Springtime).
It was made in the 90s (BEST WARDROBE) in Paris/outside of Paris and it's about this young high school teacher who befriends this young, end-of high-school age girl who tries to get her father and the teacher together. It was a pretty alright movie. I would watch it again for the ultra 90s clothes.






Crushed velvet leotard with red paper bag waist skirt and bow!



Rucksack!



Wallpaper!



Cream lace bodysuit and high waisted jeans!



Enormous bag!



I am so clumsy.




So there you have it!

And for those who were so politely and kindly asking about Ivy Lou, thank you!

She has just had surgery and had her growth removed. It turns out that, while we had thought that she  likely had a very aggressive, terminal cancer, it turns out the mass was actually in a different, and much safer area where most tumors end up being benign. We're still waiting to hear if the  mass was benign or not, but odds are in our favor. Yay! Thanks for asking, guys, you're nice!

Also! One of the kind ladies working at the lovely vet's office recognized me! From this blog! Isn't that weird? And kind of awesome? She also recognized Ivy Lou, and she said, "Oh, I recognize this dog; she is of blog fame." Okay she didn't say that, but that would have been awesome too. Okay, bye!

FWP

Thanksgiving stress ughhhh. I'm not a huge fan of November-March. Thanksgiving is alright and all, but there's always family stress surrounding Thanksgiving. I don't celebrate Christmas (and grew up Jewish so I never have), so December is like meh (Hanukkah is okay but no one cares about it so it's less exciting). New Year's is okay, but I always either fall asleep too early on the sofa or get sick from drunkeness so it never lives up to expectations. February? Cold. March? Cold. Blarghhhgh!
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS

On J:
sweater:: thrifted
shorts:: second hand via Rumors Boutique
belt:: men's JCrew
shoes:: thrifted
bag:: inherited from my mother

Need Supply

Hey! Richmond's Need Supply Co. did a little blurb on La Belle Oiselle on their blog. Check them out! because they carry amazing brands! and also I need a cape like this:


and shoes like this:




and they have the Dolce Vitas I've been trying to find forever on Ebay (only cheaper, sorry Need Supply! I'm poor.):




That is all!

you're turning violet, Violet

Monochrome is really fun when you're emulating your favorite kind of pie.


Also, hurray for not wearing any makeup on your eyes then everyone says "Oh my god, what's wrong, are you okay?!?12!1?"


Also, can't stop listening to this song. It's actually starting to get kind of annoying. Not the song, but me playing it.





Also, still waiting to hear about Ivy Lou.

On J:
sweater::thrifted
shorts:: thrifted
belt:: thrifted
tights:: Target
shoes:: thrifted
bad:: thrifted

crossing my legs cause i'm wearing fashion clothes

 



So, you know Miss Ivy Lou Toodles? The most adorable snorty little beagle in the whole world that we adopted 5 months ago?

Well, we had to take her to the emergency vet the other night and they found a mass which might be cancerous.  I am just beside myself. I felt like crying all day long, and actually did cry in the bathroom between class and work. It's just scary because if it is cancerous and if it is the type of cancer they think it is, the longest she'll probably live even if she has surgery and radiation therapy is 1 year (most dogs only last 5 or 6 months after surgery).

We don't find out if it's malignant or not for sure until tomorrow or the next day. I don't know what I'll do if I lose my Ivy Lou. I'm sure people probably think I'm a crazy dog lady or something, but fuck it- I totally am. Ivy Lou is my everything.

If you pray, pray for her. If you don't pray, please think about her. And if you don't think, repeat her name like 3,000 times until it becomes etched into some state of significance (a la Franny and Zooey).

On J:
blouse:: thrifted
cardigan:: thrifted
jeans:: from a generic mall store
boots: thrifted
bag::vintage military
hat:: thrifted