Thursday, February 26, 2009

Label Me Madly

Often times at work my job requires me to use a label maker. Having never used one until recently, I have just come to realize how much fun labeling anything can be. Once, I even had to LABEL the LABEL MAKER. It was as if I had entered an alternate universe. Anyways, sometimes when I am using the label maker I can't help but create a few labels of my own for really no reason at all. And here are a few of the results of my labeling experiment:
Axl Rose's litter box.

My TV threatens my life everyday.
Phone Fever.Car compliments.
Riley Jones's thoughts via his ongoing passion for Spanish and my Dad holding his thoughts with salad tongs. I know its really wierd, but if you have pets, you understand. They become a huge part of your family and develope their own personalities. Riley Jones is learning Spanish and has an obsession with bowties. He also likes to skat at a bar downtown on weekends.
Wierd Shmierd!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I Sit Next To The Devil's Fax Machine

I'm currently at work, but the office basically closes at 3pm thus I'm left to my own devices.


It has crossed my mind before that I may be sitting next to the Devil's fax machine (the last 3 numbers are 666) but I never truly believed it until today. It all started this morning when not a single fax could be sent or received through the heinous machine. In retaliation, the maintenance people were called to come fix it. Several hours later a woman arrived who was so beautiful that she froze every man in the office as she sauntered down the hallway. As she approached the fax machine I found I wasn't that surprised to see her wearing an all red outfit to match her blood red lips. When she reached the machine she simply grazed a button and every fax that had attempted to be sent and/or received came flying out of the machine, scattering like fallen doves all over the floor. The woman laughed viciously and walked her way out of the building. I sit next to the Devil's fax machine.

90% of that story was a lie.

Today I was thinking about lust. Lusting after inanimate objects. It happens to me quite frequently and I wonder why? These things show me no love in return, especially if they end up not fitting right or become a dog chew toy after one wear. But I can't resist. Currently I'm lusting strongly for a few things that I know I will not purchase or ever have the pleasure of owning these things because they are far too expensive. I'm in this new "never ever spend any money ever again" phase in order to some day be able to move out of my parents house (fat chance). So, I gaze longingly everyday at these items hoping that some day I will either stumble upon $1,000.00 or a box full of every treasure I've ever wanted (pipe dream).



I'm so madly in love with these Urban Outfitters boots. Probably because they are borderline hideous. Which makes them that much cooler.

This swimsuit is bananas.

I've contemplated the idea of spatz over the past few months. I've decided I'm a very strong supporter.

And just for good measure, Lust #4: A button machine! I'm totally into crafting and often willingly put forth far too much of my pay check towards craft supplies and I can't believe after all this time a button machine has never crossed my mind. I really really really want one. How much fun would it be to make custom buttons?? That is the only thing people would ever get from me for bdays, xmas, new years, half birthdays, anniversaries, etc. Ugh, my life would be so much cooler if I had a button machine.




Sunday, February 22, 2009

This Is Only Stage One

This being my first post, I feel I should explain my purpose for entering the blog-o-sphere. I've never been a blogger, for quite a while I didn't even know what blogging was. But after being introduced to the wide world of fashion blogs by my dear friend KC, I've been totally addicted. So I decided its my turn. I have an incredibly unhealthy obsession with fashion from watching far too many reruns of Project Runway to trying out new trends that usually make me look like a crazy bag lady or a cowgirl. But, with risk comes reward and I have so much fun dressing up in these ridiculous costumes. So basically this blog is my medium for fashion expression. And, you know, I'll probably slip in some stuff about my life. Hopefully I will soon have this thing up and running to sell some of my oldies but goodies and display some of my own creations I'm working on. I guess thats all there is to say for now.


Heres some highlights from this weekend:

Friday night at Auld Shebeen in Fairfax.

Urban Outfitters tee, H&M tank and vest, Mom's shirt worn as skirt (still can't tell if that was a good idea or not), Target pink tights, and brown faux leather boots from some website. I also borrowed my Mom's awesome large pearl necklace and paired it with a self made feathered headband.


Faye got a new coat: I count 10 buttons.

On Saturday after taking a whopping 3 hour nap I went to Jimmy's Old Town Tavern with my parents. Check out http://www.jimmystavern.com/ its a great dive bar with awesome food.
The adorable french fries that came with my kids meal! So cute I could barely scarf them up.

An outfit my Mom didn't consider a costume! Success! Old Navy tube top over a Target patterned tank and black ruffled cardigan with Express blue jeans.


Saturday night BGav had a house warming party at his new place in Arlington. It was a Mardi Gras theme and true to form, BGav had decked the place out with beads and even had his Mom's famous dip! It had been far too long since I had seen BGav and eaten that dip.

Billabong dress, Target corset belt, cropped white sweater worn under the dress, black stockings, and my stunner purple ankle booties.



And becuase it was Mardi Gras I whipped out this other feathered head band I made myself. Flapper inspired I guess.

Heres some more fun from the night - -


I love the mix of patterns. I would wear the coat inside out everyday if I could.


Applying for jobs? Notice the snaz ear warmers.

I'm all about this picture of Faye. She's my drunken muse.