Betsy & Iya Jewelry

I really like socks.  I recently found a store called sock dreams, a local store.  Two words:  Ah Oh.

I have discovered this store and must keep away–the way a fat kid should keep away from cake (and I can only say this because I WAS a fat kid for a moment so I know how it feels…OKAY).  My reasoning is that a fat kid doesn’t really care what she looks like so she’s not really going to try and stop herself from going in for that delicious red velvet cake with cream cheese icing; however, she understands somewhere in her innocent developing mind, that she has some kind of responsibility to herself to take care of herself.  And after she eats her second…or third… or fourth piece of cake, it might not actually feel so good.

Before I went to Vashon Island yesterday (pictures/post to follow), I went in for a 2nd piece of the most amazing stocking cake I’ve ever tasted.  In order to curb my obsession and subsequent sock weight gain, I will reveal my addiction occasionally here, through my OOTDs.

Tonight’s Outfit of the Day is dedicated to one element: those imperfect things that grace my sometimes not-so-rosy feet.

Black.  and Blue.

Oh oh how I love you.

pretty toes.

(look at my little housemate poking his head in.  he’s SO gonna be famous one day.  Stellan Malmstrom, he’s already got the name to prove it.)

***Song of the Moment: Maps, by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs***

Sunday I participated in the most ridiculous fashion event I’ve ever been to:  BARGAIN HUNTING 101 (a PDX local collective sale).  Though this time, I was on the shopping side of things —SHWEW!!  It was NASTY in there.  The moment I found a great little open pocket, a swarm of women with shopping bags instead of hands would crowd around me, salivating and grunting with a blatant Frankenstein stare– wanting the very shirt I held in my hands.  I would’ve been eaten alive with my sweet little handmades.  Luckily I held my own long enough to escape with some KILLER new finds which will be highlighted very soon in my upcoming OOTDs.

embracing fluff

Before I set foot in that monster of a sale, I HAD to be armed with coffee.  I looked a little disheveled, similar to the picture above.  So…I set out with some top ladies over to Whole Foods and ran to the coffee counter.  There, I discovered a woman working behind the counter, who inspired me greatly.  She had short curly hair, much like the lady below, but even more curly and much more wily:

wily wily hair

I asked her to disclose her wild curly secret.  She said the secret was that there was no secret.  She gave up years ago on her muddy dirty wiry kinky  journey for the perfect curl.  That’s precisely when she found bouncy bliss.  She does nothing.  So…today’s OOTD is in honor of her: embracing the fluff.  Check it:

sliding it out

racer jacket

Scarf purchased at bargain price from new favorite store/designer Idom…more from them to follow.  Yahooey!  The sexy jacket was purchased in Sweden; when I first bought it, I wore it everyday.  It was a little too small for me at the time—oops.

Obey Me Owl Tee

This sweet tweet shirt came from another new store (to me) called Adorn.  Yummy: another new local store to fall in love with.  In this photo, I swear I’m not trying to poke my heehaws out in a provocative way, I just want you to get a good look at the colorful hooter.  I really do like this shirt and it’s incredibly comfortable–highly recommend their stuffs.

Ode to the Hair:

FLUFF master

Yeah.  I really like being careless with the hair–pushing it up and out ON PURPOSE is wildly liberating.  I felt like a nude hippy running through the flowery fields yesterday, alone.  It was magical.

Embrace the Fluff, people.  There is no better way for us kinky-haired folkadees.