Velvet Goldmine

This is one of those dresses that toes the line between really cute and tacky-90's-hippie revival/something you're 4th grade art teacher might wear on parent-teacher conference day. I think I originally bought it for a costume party, but I ended up taking it in a bit and out into the real world. If nothing else, I'll always keep it for the fabric which I think is just so pretty and, well, velvet-y. It's my dream to someday sew a patchwork velvet quilt, as illustrated by the glorious RUSSH magazine:



(it's also my dream to snuggle down under said quilt in my gypsy caravan in the English countryside, but that's another story all together...)

Old dog, new tricks

Solution #1 to wardrobe blues: don old things in new ways.

I took this sundress I wore with little more than a tan back in Santa Cruz, and put a sweater on top. Feeling a bit better.

Oof

Ever reach a point where you're so sick and tired of all the clothes you own, you just want to throw them all on the fire and start from scratch?



That's pretty much where I'm at.

I am a Fever

Monday night I went out! This was kind of a big deal for me, because, outside of school/work/bare necessities, I really don't leave my house all that often (except to go shoe shopping, but that clearly falls under the bare necessities category). However, lured by the promise of an open bar and an art installation provided by none other than K-Y Jelly (?! maybe it's just the 4th grade boy in me), I proceed forth into the night.



Of course, the new shoes were there for support, as well as my last-minute-improvised sparkly headband. Later on, this would inspire one especially animated young dude to holler "Arden Wohl!" and gesture wildly at my head. Hey man, she didn't invent the damn things! Anyways, Nylon was kind enough to snap a photo for me:



We got elbowed out of our sweet balcony spot by Dani Stahl, the Kills played a killer (ha!) set, we scooped up as much free lube as the eye could see, and headed for the hills.

like a broken record...

Hey! I bought some shoes! Sound familiar?



But Siri, you say, you just bought some shoes! What on earth can you be thinking?

Oh dear friend, I reply, you must understand. These are different. THOSE were boots. THESE are heels! With t-straps! And they are suede! And vintage!



My long lusted-for Frye's, they are not. But they'll do in a pinch. And for a party!