10.18 // some photos

We had 6 a.m. practice on friday and got to go home after school – a foreign concept! – and so I took the opportunity to shoot some fallish things… cats and leaves and such. On my flickr…

~ r

10.10 // to the max ~ 48 degrees

It’s one of those deceptively nice days – the sun is shining, the sky is blue… the kind that makes you feel guilty for sitting inside (even if you aresick. again). But then when you look at the thermometer it reads 48 degrees… so you stay inside.
Except for taking outfit pictures. :P

dress, vest – target
belt – charlotte russe
shoes – payless
necklace – vint
earrings – f21

~ r

9.7 // Up too late on the last day of summer...

Yeah, I should’ve gone to bed about 55 minutes ago, but I got distracted… the new clothes hanging on my doors were irresistible. Despite the heat and humidity, I threw on my new buttery soft grey turtleneck and this cute little fur collar I got today over a black lace corset. (Something about the corset being hidden under such an innocuous piece, the grey turtleneck, makes me giggle. Teehee. That’s one article of clothing my dad definitely won’t reimburse me for…)

The weather today was definitely not summer weather. In fact, it seemed to be mocking all us poor suckers who are legally bound to dive back into the drudgery and tedium of school life. The only good thing about this time of year is… you guessed it!… the clothes. The delicious sweaters, the skirts and tights, the boots… I don’t know if it’s just fashion-obsessed ladies or girls in general, but it seems to me that the clothes make going back to school worth it. I know that it’s not just me who tries on fall stuff in the middle of July and envisions herself crunching through leaves in soft brown vintage leather boots while the fall sunlight perfectly highlights her hair… There’s something magical about the combination of fall weather and fall clothes. It fits so perfectly. The weather iscomfortable to wear stuff in: summer, it can easily be too hot or sticky, and winter can just be too damn cold, especially in Michigan. Spring’s pretty good, just tends to be slushy. So fall is perfect.

As you may have ascertained, I went shopping today – in F21, I took in about 20 things, came out with four: a Pink Floyd tee (I know, I actually bought a tee shirt. Weird. But it’s Pink Floyd.), a black lace corset (teehee), grey harem pants (that are ridiculously soft and comfy!), and a lovely gaudy gold flower ring. Grabbed my turtleneck and fur collar at H&M, and resisted a $60 fur vest… it wasn’t quite the perfect one I’m looking for (ridiculously puffy blonde Mongolian fur).

Sorry the pictures are complete crap…

crop top – UO
jeans – target
boots – gojane
hat – f21
necklace – vint

Haha I’m up way too late. Oh well. Getting up at 5:50 tomorrow, an hour less of sleep won’t make much difference at this point… I”m going to drag myself from 7:30 to 10:45, then take the bus home and most likely go back to sleep until XC. Haha. Damn. School. Night.

~ r

9.6 // Beach shoot with Annie

Went to the beach on the second-to-last-day-of-Summer with Annie, mostly to take photos... her benefit: practice smiling for senior pictures; mine: taking pictures, haha. Pretty nice weather, but there were some little kids at the beach who slightly detracted from the experience... All in all a very good day, though. (It somehow ended with me running around the house with two bananas on the side of my head, acting like a gorilla. Yes, I am weird around my family, it's what bonding time does to me).

See all my photos on flickr (or all all these on facebook).

...and me with the bananas around 11...

Bear in mind that this is a really, really terrible picture of me and I don't always look like this.

Haha.

One more day of summer!

~ r

9.3 // communication breakdown

My alarm went off at 6:20. I quickly (groggily) turned it off and wondered, deep in the shadowy recesses of my mind, why the hell my alarm was going off. Then it came to me: cross country. 7 am. 15 minutes away. And I was giving B a ride. Damn.

I slept for another 5, then dragged my sore and weary self out of the warm comfort of my blankets. I pulled on sweats (I slept in my running stuff to save time and to ensure that I wouldn't accidentally throw on, say, dress pants instead of shorts in my early morning fog), found my flips, and headed out the door.

I picked B up and finally figured out how to turn off the windshield wipers as we pulled into the parking lot of the elementary school we were meeting at. We sleepily made faces at our friends in the car next to us; we wait in there until the last possible second so we don't freeze.

Around 6:55, we started looking around for our coach. Usually he's there about 5 minutes early, which means we have to leave our cars. We were thrilled that he wasn't there.

At 7, we wondered a little.

At 7:05, we were confused. B and I called K and A one car over. A got out and talked to some other poor souls who were waiting outside cars. She came back with bad news:

Practice was, in fact, at 8 am, not 7. And it was at the high school, not here.

Cue mass swearing and cursing our coach for lack of communication.

So we texted him, telling him we were here and were going to run. The main group took off and ran... I dunno, 7? 8? A and I went our own way, being injured, and ran a whopping 3 miles to the bakery, where we split a glazed donut. After we got back, our coach showed up with 3 boxes of donuts. We helped ourselves (after carefully wiping away any telltale leftover glaze bits).

And oh, around 8:30 the rest of the team showed up.

Ah, cross country, a wonderful thing.

A couple days ago I decided to play Parisienne in the cliche stripes + beret + skinnies. Donc... voici...

beret – target
stripes – ON
jean – JCP
bottes – payless
cardi – F21
colliers – vint

Avez un bon jour!

~ r

9.2 // starting september off right

Getting warmer, we’re in the 70s today (finally!).
XC meet tomorrow, first of the season. I ran a lot over the summer (sickness and injuries aside) and timed my 5K time to be about 22:15, and that was without an inhaler (= died at the end), so I’m really anxious about doing well tomorrow. We’re going over the course today at practice… eep.

shirt – older brother’s
belt – younger brother’s
shorts – UO
shoes – gojane
bracelet – some art fair
sunnies – mom’s 70s vint :D

Then there was this little guy under the bird feeder...

~ r

9.1 // pascal's adventure

Yesterday I took Pascal out for another photoshoot adventure, we had fun...
















If he weren't so cute, he'd definitely not get away with half the stuff he does.
   ~ r

8.30 // photoshoot

very fallish weather recently. I like it.

~ r

8.29 // all cozied up

So it's been sort of chilly recently - more like late October than late August - but I've actually enjoyed it. The smell of fall always brings with it memories of cross country, raking leaves, pleasantly brisk mornings, boots and jeans, cosy sweaters, warm evenings...

And of course this fall, one of the things to wear is sweats and heels and a blazer, so I tried it out...

Once I get proper fall clothes, it'll be easier too.

boots - payless, sweats - target, blazer - vint, tee - random

~ r

PS: I finished Gone with the Wind... it was excellent! I really loved it.

8.10 // rummage sale wonders

Today was the first day of setup for our church rummage sale, which means the youth group sorts through everybody’s crap (read: candleholders, knit-covered hangers, foldable potty seats, muddy boots, etc.) and sets it up on lots of long tables. The vast majority of the stuff is clothes: lots and lots and lots of 80s suits and jumpers and generally ugly stuff.

Yeah. The vintage stuff we get is mostly smelly, hideous, XXL grandma-style laciness. You know, old church lady clothes.
The plus: they also tend to bring in – along with their oversize purple curtain-pattern vests, ziplock bags full of vintage jewelry, aka fantastic rings and funky 80s necklaces. Oh, that and I scrounged up a pair of levi’s cutoffs, which are a tad snug but hey, they’re free!

skirt – ON
scarf – orchid lane
shoes – vint?
necklace, rings, skinny bracelet – vint!
cuff, earrings – F21

I couldn't get good ring shots by myself, so I had my little brother wear them like I was, haha...

Well, those two were on me... haha.

And from yesterday, aka The Day of the Longest Mass EVER (not really, but really)

[I was sitting happily at home, content in the rain outside and me in my fashion grotto inside, when I was told we’d be attending church tonight instead of tomorrow morning. I threw this on (plus a sweater that only detracts from it, hence its exclusion) and was basically called a prostitute. I ask you, what’s wrong with this? How is it whorish? I simply don’t understand my parents’ brains.

Dress – F21
bag – charlotte russe
heels – vint
scarf (as belt) – orchid lane]

OK, I'm off to, umm... do stuff. Ciao.

~ r