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Picnic!

27 Aug

Tomorrow, I’ll be  selling all kinds of awesome stuff with the amazing Audrey Hotchkiss! If you live around here, you should totally come visit our booth and buy tons of jewelry, clothing, and photography.

I’ve been pretty busy getting ready for this, plus I wrote a review of a Lifetime movie for my friend Rusty’s blog (watching trash TV is essential to my jewelry-making process). Next week, I should have a post about the gorgeous (and possibly HAUNTED) dresses Greg and Sam pulled out of their attic for me!

the Enduring Awesomeness of a Crappy Mall T-Shirt

5 Jun

that Gulf station has delicious samosas

This is my boyfriend, Mike, in the Calvin Klein parody t-shirt that he probably got at the Bangor Mall in 1997, when Seinfeld was nearing its end and Calvin Klein logos were proudly displayed across the chests of status-conscious high schoolers. Witty and topical then, this t-shirt has now outlasted the garments it parodied: recently I saw a man across the street wearing a CK logo tee, and immediately thought, “hey, that guy’s wearing Mike’s Cosmo Kramer shirt.”

Cosmo Kramer

Once ubiquitously emblazoned on perfume bottles, sweatshirts, and tees, the CK logo is no longer the suburban rich kid badge of honor it was when I was a teenager, but it is still familiar and iconic to anyone who shopped for clothing in the 1990s. Seinfeld is a beloved show, and Michael Richards still shows up sometimes in episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm (not to mention the insane racism he started spouting at a comedy club a few years back). Still, this shirt has a strange charisma that is more than the sum of its parts. I have not known Mike to wear it without getting several compliments from strangers. Maybe its lasting power has something to do with the way that even though it is parodying a status symbol of sorts, it doesn’t aim to make a statement about those who choose to wear designer logos. Also, as Mike pointed out, Kramer is rarely called “Cosmo” on the show, and he isn’t the lead actor, which maybe makes the joke just weird and silly enough to not get stale after over a decade.

this shirt is also great

Last night, as we walked home after First Friday, we passed a lady with great hair who looked effortlessly cool as she sat smoking on the steps of her apartment building. We were a few feet past her when she called after us,  “You know,  Michael Richards is in town.”

Good Things

2 Jun

I have been complaining way too much. My busted foot and my financial situation are making me a huge bummer. This needs to stop! Here are some good things:

I found a purse I don’t hate:

it's usually less squashed

It can fit all the stuff I need, including a hardcover book! Continue reading

Boot.

26 May

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he pulled on my toe and told me my foot was still broken. I have to wear my Aircast for three more weeks. Gross. It’s super hot and I want to wear sandals. I don’t own any sandals, but if I didn’t have medical bills and a busted foot, I could probably go buy some sandals and wear BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME! I miss wearing matching shoes, although it was pretty great when one of my customers didn’t realize that my boot was a cast and thought I was wearing mismatched footwear as a fashion statement. “That is wild!” he said. I love that guy.
I also love my friends at CBD, who give me coffee and sometimes draw on my cup:

this is a boot, not a heart

So, now I guess I’ll just have to hope my boot survives these next weeks. It’s looking pretty beat up. If I bought a pair of shoes and they fell apart this fast, I would return them. At least this thing is magically healing my footbones while making the rest of me lopsided and unfashionable.

Bags

9 May

I’m looking for a purse that is big enough to carry my phone, my wallet, my iPod, my planner, a novel, a small notebook, my keys, and my huge tub of Carmex, but is smaller than an overnight bag. I don’t want a weird amorphous sack with a drawstring and giant grommets, which is unfortunate, because these are oozing off the racks at every store. It has to close well enough to protect my stuff from a small amount of rain. I like structure, pockets and compartments, and a thick shoulder strap. I hate contrasting topstitching, giant logos, and overly shiny hardware. I would like it to be a fun color, but it has to be versatile enough to not look out of place with any of my nonfancy outfits. I’m thinking camel or cognac leather (or pleather), or pale blue or mustard yellow canvas. Here are some examples of bags I don’t hate:

I can’t afford any of these purses. The cheapest one is $235, and the one I want the most is almost two thousand dollars. Even if I had an extra two thousand dollars, I wouldn’t spend it on a purse. What I want is something similar to these purses, but under thirty bucks. I would be willing to pay more if it were handmade. My friend got an awesome leather bag at the first Picnic in 2008, but he couldn’t remember the name of the person who made it. If anyone reading this knows who was selling those gorgeous leather bags, please let me know so that I can end my search for a cheap knockoff. In the meantime, I will scour thrift shops and wait for Marshall’s and T.J. Maxx to stock some handbags that don’t look like blobs with chain straps.

Flannel

9 May

I’ve been bummed out about my money situation recently. My boyfriend and I had to spend quite a bit to fix our car, my health insurance just became way more expensive, and my broken foot ate up all of my paid sick days. I’m doing fine, but it’s not much fun having no extra money, so I’ve been trying to come up with ideas to make more. The biggest thing I need to do is make and sell more of my jewelry, especially now that I have an awesome craft room. I have a few things on etsy, with bigger selections at Find and Nova G. But last night, I wanted instant gratification, and I figured if there’s one thing I can do, it’s win a costume contest.

Last time I won a costume contest, it was at a Halloween party when I was seventeen. My little brother and I dressed as each other.

Halloween 2000

the rainbow socks are a nice touch

the prize!

Continue reading

Found

26 Apr

I just wanted to note that vintage clothing store Find has a shiny new website. Find is one of my favorite local stores, and is located dangerously close to where I work. I’ve gotten some really cute stuff there, and sold some of my old cute stuff there as well.

Product Review: Betsey Johnson tights

8 Mar

So I bought a two-pack of Betsey Johnson tights. I wore the bright purple ones on my drive from the Cape to Portland last night, because I’m an idiot and I like to get all dressed up to sit on the Sagamore Bridge for over an hour. At least the car in front of me was filled with cute dogs.

I was moved to write a product review of these tights because they are super soft and stay up well without totally squishing me, but mostly because they dry very fast. I learned this on Route 1 in Saugus after I opened a bottle of water with one hand and managed to spill half of it between my legs. Shocked to be sitting in a bracingly cold puddle of Poland Spring, I nearly rear-ended a minivan.

So thank you, Betsey Johnson or whatever factory makes your tights, for making them so fast-drying. You made my four and a half hour drive slightly less awful.

I would also like to thank the two hilarious guys at the Hess gas station for getting me a bun for my hot dog.

Life’s the same, except for my shoes.

6 Mar

I would like to thank Seychelles for making extremely adorable shoes, and TJ Maxx for sometimes selling them for fifteen bucks or less. I have these supersoft gold oxfords that I wear to work most days. I should really get them resoled. They’ve got really smooth soles, and once I slipped and fell on my ass in the middle of Congress Street and almost died because of my gold shoes! Also, the clackity heel inspires old men who walk past me on my way to work to ask me to tap dance, but that doesn’t bother me.

The other Seychelles shoes I have are these adorable black heels:

love means never having to buy your size

photo by Aubin Thomas

They are a half size too small, but they were seven dollars, and I can just wear them when I go out and drink whiskey until my feet stop hurting. (Mom and Dad, if you’re reading this [you are], I want to make it clear that that was an exaggeration.)