Today's earlier post was crappy. I apologize. If you can't have any outfit pictures, I give you the things I would (and might, if I decide to bid) wear, all plucked from ebay:


Outerwear in Florida is really less about keeping you warm and all about "look at my fancy-ass/expensive/etc coat". This is a kid's size 7 so it might not fit at all, but...3/4 sleeves...


Pucci suit for $100. This is really something special.



This is how you can tell that no one who reads blogs ever does any shopping/follows trends for themselves (and how they feel justified in leaving people horrible comments I guess), because these pants are $10, vintage, no bids, four days left, and so on trend it makes me vom.



This is the one I really want. Business in front, party in back. And wool.

I feel so neglectful of y'all, as I can see you guys had nothing better to do over Black Friday weekend than look at my blog. I just feel so uninspired, in the freezing cold, in my two-sizes-too-small Keds and a cotton cardigan because as previously stated, I have no sense of dressing for the weather. Not to mention I am thinking about Christmas gifts for friends, loved ones, and tolerated ones. I factor little into the equation.



Fitzwell, Stuart Weitzman (pointy toed thigh boots of my dreams), J. Crew, Pleaser

Not to mention, I need boots. Knee high or better, low or no heel. I had black knee high boots once; I bought them razzle-dazzled by New York's lights, and their sale price (but still wayyy too expensive), and their tiny calves. Never mind that they too were two sizes too small. Eventually they dry rotted. I have got to stop doing this.

Underwater Moonlight...And How It Got There

This picture is a momentous day in Gothic Preppy history: the first time I asked someone to take a picture of me for my blog. Embarrassment!

Me: You know, if I wasn't so skeeved about it, I would ask you to take a picture of my outfit.
Boyfriend: Well, you asking me that probably means that you want me to take a picture of your outfit.
Me: Wouldja? (pleading puppy-dog look)
Boyfriend: Heavy, put-upon sigh


scarf: ebay
dress: thrifted vintage
coat: thrifted vintage
belt: ebay
socks: Prada
shoes: Terry de Havilland via ebay

Ignore my stupid expression and/or the fact that I had to lighten the picture. This is what happens when you wear all black.


But hey everyone loves shoes and socks right? Except for the fact that as I clomped downtown, the sole began to come up! I had to walk extra pony-esque so I didn't just topple over. I think that lady lied about only having worn them once...

Bits and Bobs

(Do you ever think about making your blog safe for work? I almost called this post "tits and bits" but I thought about how that would look if your boss happened by, and thought better of it.)

It's weird, writing for a global audience as we do, that people look at your blog who can't even speak the language, as evidenced by a couple comments I have gotten! Unfortunately my French is nonexistent and my Japanese slips away a little more each day, so it's English for now.

Above is the advert (I guess) for Boudicca's Wode, which S. Bub already expounded on. And since I don't have $140 to drop on a can of hemlock-scented (actually: Juniper, Cardamon, Nutmeg, Clary Sage, Corriander, Angelica Root, Saffron, Tonka Bean, Styrax, Amber, Treemoss, Musk, Leather-Ed.) spray paint, I and we can purchase a sample on Lucky Scent.

Speaking of, this outfit goes into my Black Is Interesting Instead Of Just A Cop-out folder. I don't like layers because I feel too pudgy to carry them off properly, but that's my own cop-out.



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A piratey wedding dress from Viv Westwood. For the lady in your life.


And of course, Lagerbear.

Tonight is the debut of the much-maligned de Havillands; they were insanely comfortable walking around my house, but it remains to be seen if the comfort level is maintained across six city blocks and one too many sweet tea vodkas. I always feel bad if I end up taller than my boyfriend (although I'm 5'4" on a good day, and these are only 5", so it is cutting it close), so that just means I get to slouch like a debutante giraffe.

I was wasting time at work earlier looking at YesStyle, a mecca of reasonably priced, absolutely bizarre covetables. Witness the cute Chloe-ish winklepickers, really nice over the knee boots with zips, and this Banana Fish dress which is so disturbingly weird that no comment is needed. Just soak in its stunning strangeness.


So I bought this Comme H&M sweater on ebay for $40; I figure that a $10 markup is fine, since I didn't have to wait in the freezing cold at 4 am to fight with some mean old ladies just to end up empty handed anyway. And I didn't have to fly to New York! It is a medium though, I hope it fits me in the way I want it to. Or else back on the auction block it goes.



Can I confess that I only really wanted this sweater cos of Tavi?



This outfit is perfection! And assuming she got the XS, since she is such a wee tiny thing, if we adjust for proportion, the medium should fit me in the same way.

There are many life skills I lack, including talking to grown-ups, talking to customers, cooking a proper chicken, and making my bed. The skill I most regret not having is the ability to dress for cold weather. In Florida it's pretty much a non-issue; you wear cut-offs and flip flops for 9 months of the year, and when it gets cold, you just throw a hoodie over that and continue your business. But I want more. I has no long skinny cashmere sweaters, no mini coats. I can't even wear a hat due to my Dumbo ears. Not to mention being a slave to society's ideal of skintight and slutty butts right up against my animal desire to coddle myself in wool mix and drink tea on the couch with my dog. That said, I will let these lovelies from colder climes influence me:


(p.s., how great is this outfit/girl? She looks like the demented lovechild of DJ Tanner and Sandra Dee. And the Moomintote!)






Stolen variously from the interwebs.

I've made it a mini micro mission to try and collect anything and everything vintage I can from any of the London designers of old: Granny Takes A Trip, I Was Lord Kitchener's Valet (hah yeah right), Jaeger, Biba, Mr. Freedom, Bill Gibb, Boy London, on down to Katherine Hamnett and Worlds End (again, yeah right). No one in America except us and Anna Wintour knows they even really exist, and so you can get some relatively decent deals on a lot of it (excepting maybe Biba due to the resurgence of the brand). My collection has grown today not by exponents but by a pair of

5"

snakeskin

TERRY DE HAVILLAND PLATFORMS FOR $102.50 ON EBAY



I will probably never wear them, just frame them in a shadowbox. Black and orange Halloween shoes!! Werewolves of London!! AWOOOO!

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