Not to get too fashion bloggery
but today was such a good shopping day. See, this ice hockey rink holds a rummage sale every year and I actually wind up with five to ten shopping bags full of insane garbage for like eight bucks. Some of my best pieces come from this thing. My wacky Ralph Lauren logo blazer with the weirdo pocket square? Check. My Janes Addiction shirt with real methhead pit stains? Check.
My running theory is that one of the hockey moms was a total junkie in the early 90s and she’s carefully slipping pieces of her old wardrobe into the donation pile. Today, I scored two long black ruched dresses I plan on wearing over leggings, a funny Oscar de la Renta peach skirt suit, gobs of scarves, and black boots one can only describe as either “punk as fuck” or “literally rotting away.” Oh, and Euna, I got you a very familiar shirt. Don’t worry, I’ll wash it before sending it.
Then, after watching the world’s worst movie (best movie?) about global terrorism, Body of Lies, I had the brilliant (stupid) idea to go to the mall for the first time in a year. With the cunning use of Forever 21’s accessory department, a slouchy cardigan, and a new pair of skin-tight black jeans, I think I have about five new outfits for the fall.
I love the smell of autumn. I hate the smell of the hooker perfume I tried on at Nordstromsies. Also, can we make Ed Hardy go away? Discuss.
