You'd think that by 18 days into May it would be in the70-80sF and nice and sunny, but no, Portland doesn't think so. I wore black to show my disappointment.
AA U-neck black dress and a shirt from Arles
My face when it started to pour buckets
School's out in less than a month. I'm speechless. Summer=buttloads of time+getting a job+having fun 24/7=I CANNOT WAIT.
Ah dear readers, it has been quite some time since I dropped out of the blogging world. Alas, I am back! Work has been over the top, but I'm slowing finding more time to focus on doing fun things. And naturally, one of those 'fun' things has been scavenging. I picked up this jegging-like skirt at H&M for a mere 10 euros
Last weekend I took my scavenged skirt to a flea market on the outskirts of Paris. (Montreuil). I was feeling somewhat exhausted from the night before, but managed to motivate and score these Manfield loafers for even less than the skirt!
new brown loafers
I expect they'll look pretty good with bare legs and cutoffs, whenever that weather arrives here in Paris. My friend Sarah accompanied me to the market and got even luckier, with her navy flats and this gorge black bag:
Yesterday morning my alarm went off at 6:53am and I snoozed until 7:13am. And then I did that thing where you close your eyes and say, 'Okay, I will get out in 10 seconds. 1, 2, 3...' but then you don't ever finish counting to 10 and you open your eyes and well looky here, it's 7:45!
Mariel bought this shirt one or two years ago. I don't know where but I remember her coming home and I thought, God that is one fugly shirt. But today I had no other choice. I was sleeping in it and when you have approximately 10 minutes to eat and get dressed (I prioritize the eating) there's no time to logically think about the random crap you dress yourself in. Of course I warmed up to it and it's now my newest favorite shirt.
This is what tends to happen when I wear Mariel's clothes. Speaking of which I am also wearing her old cords, Levi's hoodie and grandma cardigan. The belt and shoes are mine. I'm not complaining, one of the many of having an older sister.
I enjoy seeing how little control I have over my facial expressions.
I grabbed the cardigan on the way out but little did I know the zip up was in it. It was actually really confusing trying to pull the cardigan on while running down the stairs, kind of like if you think you're eating a Skittle but it's really an M&M.....
Aww there's my little bit of blue hair!! The best part about all of this is that I realized how much I love this I-have-no-home look. Superquick+supercomfortable=a winner!
Sometime last week The weather is really screwing me over here. It looks really cold so then I bundle up only to find that it's really 67F and I overheat, so the next day I don't let the overcast skies fool me and then I freeze...it's a continuous cycle that I am just not getting at all.
I'm wearing my dad's shirt, Mariel's jeans/vest/necklace and my own shoes. Still working out the kinks of looking fine in pictures.
PS I was in California for spring break for a regatta and planned to take good pictures but it turns out that I completely did not......but this did happen! excuse the weird face. And I am planning a post later this week to make up for my suckybloggingskills
Just got back from a weekend in London, and it was quite nice to take a break and hang with some Brits. Plus my Pendleton jacket (as my sister mentioned in the below post) kept me perfectly covered against the English grey.
These two pics taken at Borough market. Delishhhhh
Mariel and I love Pendleton. We have three Pendleton coats (one of them is my mom's) and too Pendleton blankets scattered around our house. My coat demonstrates the more tradition, well tailored side of Pendleton, while Mariel's is made from the Native American fabric. The patterns are crazy interesting and the colors used are incredibly saturated. And the fact that the blankets have different colors on either sides makes them all the more better....
I was walking around my house finding everything Pendleton and this blanket is by far the best. Then I found the red one on my way to my room (I was a little peeved about the lack of blankets in our house so I asked my mom where all they all went and supposedly they're up at the mountains, so next time I go, I will snap some pictures because they are sooo worth sharing):
Mort Bishop's son, Mac, was Mariel's classmate from kindergarten through senior year and now he's a junior at Cornell. Mac started NATIVE(X) as a little start-up apparel project. With this brand, Mac aspires to work with Indigenous people around the world to help them sell and market their creations. He's selling these shorts (starting at $98):
Only 24 pairs were produced and a limited number remain. Click here and here for more details and ordering information.
The cold and rain has caused me to perpetually leave the house dressed head to toe in black. I feel like outfits don't matter since everything is covered in a big coat. I've resorted to small details to break up my all black uniform. Last night I took advantage of the break from the rain by wearing some LA appropriate shoes, done warmly bien sur.
P.S. I never do 'outfit' posts cause I can't yet figure out how to look less awkward in front of the camera. It was especially hard to take these because my apartment is about as big as a queen size bed, so the angles can prove to be challenging.
In keeping with the theme of small details, I've really taken to partially tucking in sweaters. I like giving a little nip and tuck through all these layers.
And fiiiiinally, the one good thing about this weather is that it encourages me to draw and paint. The next two pieces can account for about all the color in my life.
