Harry got a new coat today.
It is red and puffy.
Harry got a new coat today.
It is red and puffy.
In 2011, Chris got me a skirt for my birthday. It was one I’ve been eyeing for months.
At the time, I was too excited to notice it was a size too small.
Fast forward to this week when I finally got it tailored at Chasing Tailor.
Super excited to be finally wearing it around!
Someone just bought a swatch of my Sleep No More fabric. Hope they make something awesome out of it!
It’s been a while since my last Sleep No More trip, and this fabric sent me right back.
You can get a free 8×8 swatch in eco canvas in the next 14 hours!
My past trips:
Oh man! I got my first pair of sunglasses (they’re the Banks from Warby Parker)!
I’ve never gotten sunglasses before, because I’m completely blind without my glasses.
But now, I got a pair of sunnies in prescription!
I love its color and the fact it sits snug on my face.
I’m really looking forward to wearing these all summer.
I am never ordering online from American Apparel again.
Last night I bought a dress from them, and was checking using Paypal.
On the final order confirmation page, I noticed the shipping address was incorrect and corrected it.
Minutes later, I get a confirmation email with the olde, incorrect address.
Surprised, I immediately email customer service to fix this problem. (I couldn’t call ’cause calling service was closed for the night).
This morning, I wake up a shipping confirmation to the incorrect address.
I call up customer service, explain what happened, and was responded with, “we can’t do anything.”
American Apparel, go hire some engineers to fix this problem.
Now, I’m out $50, and not getting anything >=[
However, over time, each one suffered the plague of gaping mystery holes that cropped up on the bottom.
Last month, I finally tossed these threadbare treasures. It was a rough, nostalgic parting, but I figured I should start my new life in New York with some less raggedy wear.
Replenishing the shirt supply has been a slow process, since I feel too olde for woot.
However, recently, as luck would have it, I found awesome shirts!
Once was a nice blue cotton blend with a half-zippered pocket and another was a stripped pure cotton with buttons on the side.
I really like ’em and hope to find more like these. They are the beginning of a new shirt era.
A little while ago, I attended a Marshalls Find Your Fabulous event. I’ve always really like Marshalls, often finding really delicious off-brand snacks amongst their isles. For some reason, they just seem to have a better selection than TJMaxx, even though they’re owned by the same parent company.
Drawn by the promise of free cupcakes and lemonade, I shuffled downtown, to a large Fenway store that I’ve never been before.
I saw a lot of other shoppers, some there for the event, and some perusing the wares on a typical Wednesday afternoon.
There were giveaways in the form of Price is Right. Guests were given the typical retail price of an item, and guessed Marshalls’ price. I saw an old lady win a big red bag. It was adorable.
Apparently local fashion bloggers / celebrities were also attending this event. I always feel a little uncomfortable when the internet meets the real life, but they were cool people. I didn’t really follow their blogs, but it was interesting talkin’ to them and stuff.
I ended up buying a black floor-length dress. I admit it’s made of rayon (not cotton! gasp) and a tad too big on me, but it seemed like easy-wearin’ for the summery months. I could just throw it on and skedaddle.
I wore it we my friends and I went hiking in Maine (not the best of choices), and I saw another lady wearing the same dress just the other night.
I like it. Dunno what else to say.
Last night I unboxed an Eastland gift from my mom. Inside, I saw a lace-less atrocity, a hideous buckled beast with vile top stitchings. I was flabbergasted! The surprise was a strong blow that knocked the wind of out me. I stood paralyzed with discomfort.
I got new shoes.
I got new shoes that are not the Eastland Plainview shoes!
My very first article in Caret Dash Caret was about those Plainviews. It was a style I’ve worn for nine years now, and was a symbol of comfort and routine.
The new shoes felt foreign, like an intruder dispelling everything I knew that to be whole and good, like a dark force snatching away children’s comfort blankies. It was an unanticipated change, and change is mighty scary.
How apt is it that I’m posting this on the first of a new month: an apropos day for change. I’m not ready, my mind screams, but that doesn’t matter. Change has already happened. I need to embrace it. My past year was a roller-coaster of ups and downs, full of welcoming new friendships and bitter farewells to old ones. Reflecting on the changes in my shoe style made me realize I’m very much not the Plainview girl anymore. I’ve gotten stronger, more experienced, and I’ll never stop changing.
Hello Syracuse. We’re gonna rock!
I could not figure out what it was. It was similar to a soft clothes hanger but lacked the hook and the structural integrity. Its beautiful cloth exterior concealed thing wiry structure underneath.
I was so ready to ask my more fashionable roommate, when the aha moment came. It was a wire headband!
Nowadays, I wear it in my daily busing about. It does a wonderful job of keeping my now-too-long bangs at bay.