Because Ridiculous is Cool Saith I


Socks (!!!!): A mash up of the Vanilla Socks by Carle Dehning and the Fish Lips Kiss Heel by Sox Therapist; the unbelievably AMAZING Striped Turtle Toes yarn in Trenchcoat by Turtlepurl; and I really didn't make any notes on Naughty Prepster
Dress: Jason Wu for Target; similar styles by Tracy Reese, Lauren by Ralph Lauren, and a not terrible looking one from Target
Shoes: Nicholas Kirkwood; and I really stuck out trying to find non-patent mary janes, so a few non-traditional choices from Giuseppe Zanotti and Aperlai
Lips: Make Up For Ever Rouge Artist Intense in 27, satin dark rosewood

This outfit is bananas. I know this. If I was not actually wearing a slightly more bananas outfit today (with the socks), I would be even judgier. These socks are bananas. AWESOME bananas. They are my first sock-weight socks, my first knee-highs, my first self-striping yarn. I love them. I love them because I have no earthly business wearing them. I love them because they are even somehow worse in the Burberry colors. I wish I could think of more inappropriate ways to wear them.

Which came first, the yarn or the socks? Well it was obviously the yarn since I never thought I would suck it up and make myself a pair of socks. In all honesty, I started these socks at the end of last summer and would do an inch or so when I needed seriously boring knitting. But I saw the yarn on Tanis's blog and I had to have a pair. Immediately. I also knew they would have to be knee highs because I just don't have any occasion to wear ankle socks. I bought two skeins to be sure I would have enough and because the universe is my friend, these only took one skein meaning...yup elbow-length gloves will one day happen.

Wanna know why? Because sometimes life is terrible and you feel awful and you don't know from where joy will come. So you do something frivolous. And that tiny bit of frivolity pokes through the dark cloud of horrible just a little bit. And that might be enough for the time being to remind you that terrible horrible no good very bad is, of necessity, a temporary condition.

Or perhaps you're just into cos-play.


No, It Isn't Still Snowing


Sweater: Anais by Kim Hargreaves; madelinetosh sport in chamomile; my notes and modifications on Tournesol
Dress: Alice + Olivia; similar tweedy dresses from Diane von Furstenburg, Erdem, and a jeweled one from Alice + Olivia
Boots: Gucci; some fun, on-sale, embellished booties from Giuseppe Zanotti, Pour la Victoire, and Rupert Sanderson
Lips: Bobbi Brown Art Stick in Sunset Orange

Take a whole bunch of pictures one weekend, they said. That's what all the people who blog about clothes do, they said. Who would know, they asked. Well, you've caught me. I did a bunch of outfits I actually did wear to work one weekend day that was neither too rainy nor too cold so that I would have content during the terrible no good very bad seemingly undending greyness of terror that has been every day since pretty much December 1. This sunny day? I thought it was the beginning of a trend. It wasn't. It isn't. I'm seriously considering moving to a different hemisphere.

But the clothes. I wager you care ever so slightly more about the clothes than my bitching about the weather. This dress is a score of mine, in that I had it on my radar, it never went on my kind of sale, I forgot about it, I found it again on The Outnet, and scooped it up in a NY second. I love it despite the tweed being made of something plastic and therefore it's a little scratchy. I love the color, I love the length, I love how it looks with these boots...

I admit it's a bit of a stretch with this sweater.

I really am trying. In fact, I've been debating designing a cardigan in the hope that I can make myself a cardigan I would enjoy wearing. This makes sense in theory, right? I got really nice yarn for it. It's surprisingly enough...yellow. Because I think there might not be a limit on the number of yellow sweaters I need. The current active tally is 5. With at least 2 more in the offing. I am, in truth, wearing one right now. Don't judge me.