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tell me that you love me more
sleepless long nights
that was what my youth was for

American Eagle v-neck LOVE tee, Urban Outfitters linen skirt, DV by Dolce Vita flats, Ann Taylor Loft gray cardi, Plaid fringe scarf, Chanel bag

VALENTINES FOR MY BABIES

HOOTENANNY GUITAR OUTFIT

EDWARD SCISSORHANDS FOR GIRLS

Woop Woop move over these shoes too phat.

I finally settled into a pair of triple buckle maryjanes. Thank god because now I am going to wear them everyday as I had intended. Possible contenders: 5.7.9 (low end version), Steve Madden (midgrade), Miu Miu (better, on ebay), Chloe (wayyy out of my league). The winner: Dolce Vita, a nice little midgrade.
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Basically, the 5.7.9 versions fit well and came in fun colors like yellow and teal but are made out of PU, which is, um, pee yew for the feetsies. I stalked the Steve Madden version for a while until I found out they weren't available in-store (at least here), and online they were on sale like $10 off so they could not be returned or even exchanged for a different size. Um, who is Steve kidding? Times are rough and no one is going to be happy with a company that doesn't offer an exchange! On shoes no less! The Miu Miu's came in cognac AND my size, which made me love them even harder, but even on ebay they were a little more than I wanted to spend. And the Chloe's are just so desirable that they are impossible to find.
You're impossible to find.

So I found this pair of Dolce Vita, which is now being sold at Dillards. Woop woop. The deal is even sweeter for me because my seester gets that discount. Woop woop.


At first I wasn't totally satisfied with the DV's. My first pair turned out to be too big because I have telepathically shrunk (shrinked?) my feet. The second pair I thought were going to be too small, but I think they will be perfect once I break them in. They are also sort of stiff, but LIKE I SAID, I'm breaking them in by wearing them everyday and also to bed.

First go round was at Mod Night on Saturday. Mod Night happens every week (?) at the Saturn bar in New Orleans, and once a month or so at the little Red Star in Baton Rouge. It's definitely one of the most funnest things in BR, and it's even more funner at the Saturn bar in New Orleans because there is this wooden "balcony" encircling the dance floor (slab, rather) that is totally not up to code. It's pretty much a shack. Don't be fooled out-of-towners, it has zero to do with it being post-Katrina. That's just how they roll.

Mark Hunter, where were you on this one? This face has got the cobrasnake written all over it.


I forgot you live somewhere cool. Also, I just found out that you are younger than me and that you have your own Wiki entry and these things kind of hurt my feelings.




Somebody get this girl a haircut and a milkshake.

A MEETING WITH GOD

Last week I'm minding my own business walking to the bookstore coffee shop where I get a discount on my decaf apricot tea and which I prefer to CC's anyday when.... waaaaaaahhhhhhhh.... I was touched by a style angel. I had class late that day so I figured I would don a cute little skirt and tights ensemble. Instead, I was lazy and wore a printed tee, destroyed boyfriend jeans and nonchalantly threw on a scarf --a decision I immediately regretted upon seeing such a fashionable being headed my direction.

Here's how it went: I see this guy looking straight out of New York, wearing a v-neck cardi over a button down and tie with cropped trousers and the most amazing steampunkish boots I've ever seen irl. Think Ann Demeulemeester for dudes. Two things run through my head- ok maybe three. The first one is where the hell is my camera in moments like these? The second is wow I am so retarded for wearing this lazy American jeans and tee combo before His Highness. And thirdly, I've got to see these boots in greater detail. There was nothing I could do about the first two dilemmas, but I was determined to walk with my head down like a sad weirdo in order to check out this sartorialist's amazing boots on the sneak.

All should have gone as planned, except as the boots were coming closer I felt a hand upon my shoulder. Mr. Fashion touches my scarf and very calmly, coolly says "This is good" as we both walked on by.


I couldn't help but smile. And then I died.
Please forgive my poor photo. I was le tired.

So Mr. Way Too Fashionable For LSU/Baton Rouge/Louisiana/The South if you ever should happen upon this blog, please do let me know who makes your boots. They are good.

thrifted plaid fringe scarf, Urban Outfitters tee

DEATHBED

I'm sick so posts will be few and far between for the next week or so. I got the fever and it's terribly miserable. My bum hurts from laying around in bed allllllll dayyyyy. I'm usually go go go all the time, so lying in my germy prison is 1984 rat box style torture. Enter at your own risk.

Doesn't my sister look like Ashley Olsen? She's the one in the center looking like Ashley Olsen.

I wish I had a scan of Rachel's eighth grade school photo. She looks pretty much identical to Ashley here. Dark eyebrows, green eyes, blonde hair, great brow bone, skinny "joker" mouth that she despises. Which makes me wonder why didn't I come out looking like Mary-Kate? I curse genetics.

I may not look like Mary Kate but there is something similar about our "photo" faces. What's going on behind her piercing, judging eyes and pursed lips??



Mary Kate photos courtesy of Olsens Anonymous