the lemon is in play

I wore this to go chasing after little kids at a playground (in an It Was My Little Cousin's Birthday way, not in a Humbert Humbert way). It was really tiring, but it was worth it because I love kids who are still in the early stages of language acquisition. (Their syntax and morphology are so much fun to observe. #maybe this is why i have a linguistics degree)

I rue the day I chopped up my mom's jeans to make these shorts, because I cut them SO UNEVENLY, but the longer leg is the length I wanted.

This pink scarf with metallic gold bits was a gift from Spenser's mom, probably from the day I went over to watch Doctor Who before the summer hiatus and was really, really disappointed (and charmed) by "A Good Man Goes To War."

IT'S JUST SO SHINY HOW COULD I SAY NO

Denim shorts: mother's, Old Navy + scissors. Jacket: gift. Scarf: gift. Thermal peeking out: Kohl's. Tights: BP Nordstrom. Fake Keds worn within an inch of their lives: Payless.

And since my last post was for the Harry Potter fandom, I claim this post in the name of the BBC radio show Cabin Pressure, which is about a tiny private airline and its crew and their shenanigans (and their pathetic lives).


(If you decide to listen to it... you can probably guess my favorite character is Captain Martin Crieff, and it's not even because Benedict Cumberbatch voices him. HE'S JUST SO PATHETIC I WANT TO LOVE HIM.)


Here's a clip from Season 2, Episode 6, where they're flying to Limerick:

And here's a small set of quotes that I literally laughed out loud at:

MARTIN: It seems the cargo hold heating may not have been turned on.
DOUGLAS: Masterly use of the passive voice. 

ARTHUR: Aha, my signature dish. Behold! Surprising Rice.
DOUGLAS: Good lord!
MARTIN: What are those bits?
ARTHUR: Ah, you see, Skipper, if you don't mind me saying so, that question is entirely against the spirit of Surprising Rice. 

CAROLYN: Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has now illuminated the seat belt sign, so please ensure your baggage and duty-free are safely stowed, your tray tables are folded away, and your seat is returned to the upright position. Or, as they say in Limerick ...

The captain has turned on the signs
So stow away bags of all kinds
Then make sure your tray is folded away
And your seatback no longer reclines. 

MARTIN: But I have always wanted to be an airline captain.
DOUGLAS: Really?
MARTIN: Yes, ever since I was six.
DOUGLAS: Ah! And before that?
MARTIN: I wanted to be an aeroplane.

a haul post & iron deficiency

My laptop is alive but my hands are in a stupid sort of pain.



School starts soon. (When this is published, it'll start in about 3 hours.) I'm slightly more excited about this than I was a week ago, because I just found out the Harry Potter class (2 units, P/NP) is still on this year.



Here's a bunch of my aunt's and cousins' old stuff I claimed for myself while helping them organize a garage sale in June.

A butterfly brooch and a ring that was probably from a machine at the supermarket.



An Aladdin pencil pouch, because I've been looking for a replacement one for a while, because I like my pencil pouches transparent.



A Belle Rose bag. (My second one. The first one, I thrifted.)



A dress. This, like a lot of the things I decided to purloin, is a bit small in the waist because my aunt, like my mother, didn't actually break 110 pounds until after pregnancy. They both had very small (possibly so small they were only theoretical) waists. I am not nearly so small.



A pink sweater. Because I don't own enough pink. And I like giant sweaters. (Side note: while helping my aunt sort out her clothes for garage sale-ing, I had to start an Ugly Sweater pile (because they were too menny), which ended up filling up maybe two check-in-sized suitcases.)



This Gloria Vanderbilt button-down which fits like a dream and is sweat-stained like a newly pubescent teenage boy's PE uniform. I'm not sure what to do with it - I was thinking about dyeing it, but I don't know how much it'd change the design.



Another dress, also sweat-stained to kingdom come, although less noticeably so because of the intense floral pattern. I think this is probably some disagreeable synthetic, though, so I'll probably end up layering it instead of wearing it in warm weather anyway.



ONE ANIMAL PRINT SHIRT TO RULE THEM ALL. This is not just leopard (or cheetah? I cannot be bovvered to Google it) print; it's leopard (or cheetah) print INTERSPERSED WITH ACTUAL GIRAFFES AND ZEBRAS (as opposed to interspersed with giraffe and zebra print). I don't normally condone animal print in my wardrobe, but this is the lone exception because it is absolutely ridiculous.



High-waisted, light-wash denim shorts.



STRIPED DENIM SHORTS. I wore these every other day for three weeks immediately after acquiring them.



My cousin tells me this is something she used to wear under her dresses (like a slip, I guess), but I plan on wearing it as a risque (insert Pokemon e) dress.

A sleeveless collared shirt, because I have a weakness for them almost as bad as my weakness for pussy bows.

And another.

WHAT IS OBVIOUSLY THE GREATEST T-SHIRT IN ALL OF EXISTENCE. A Space Jam t-shirt, because my brother and I probably watched it more than a hundred times. (And Mulan. We watched Mulan so many times I lost count.)



AHAHA this is a terrible wildlife/art/mail-order t-shirt or something, and I love it.



My cousin's very small sweatshirt that I am determined to cram my upper body into.



And some wool skirts and a pair of pants (non-denim pants!), because I can't resist a good plaid.

Now I know this is going to say "I write stuff after the jump" but today's bit is more like "I throw up a little after the jump."



I write stuff after the jump.

jewelryboxing & W1L 012: Write one leaf about something you can't live without.

My grandma gave me these rings in January. Actually, she brought out a bunch of jewelry and told my cousin and mom and aunt to go at it, and it was generally agreed that I look much better in yellow gold than in silver or white gold, and as the youngest one there, I was given the most old-fashioned looking ones in the hopes that my youth would outshine their dowdiness.

For those of you who can't read Chinese, the writing translates to "happy/happiness." I must admit, this ring is so Chinese I don't think I can even figure out how to incorporate it into an outfit.

This ring, on the other hand (PUN!), I'd be wearing all the time if I weren't so afraid of scratching it (and if it were small enough for my ring finger).

Here's some Hugo.

I write stuff after the jump.

#jesseshrug

Midterm, report, and homework defeated. Now to catch up on this week's reading, but first, here's a ring I bought a little while ago:

From Rapunzelsgold on etsy.

I guess I should be embarrassed that it's based off Bella's engagement ring in the Twilight series, but I'm not because it is so pretty and slightly tacky and anachronistic.

In other news, there are a bunch of visitors coming to this blog through a Chinese forum pointing to my Graceful Eyre coat outfit post discussing (if Google Translate is to be trusted) how unattractive either I am or my blog is. My Chinese skills have deteriorated so much since high school (though their initial existence is also contestable) that I can't understand the grammatical constructions they're using, but I do know how to say "not very good-looking" because apparently that falls under Conversational Chinese Topics Necessary To Cover In First-Year Mandarin, Along With Things Like How To Tell People Sorry, I Am Not A Teacher, But I Am Australian And Own A Cat Named Paul Or Peter Or Xiao Ming.

Then again, Google Translate makes everything sound like it's been filtered through Alex from Everything Is Illuminated, and Alex says things like "My legal name is Alexander Perchov. But all of my many friends dub me Alex, because that is a more flaccid-to-utter version of my legal name. Mother dubs me Alexi-stop-spleening-me!, because I am always spleening her."

#kanyeshrug

Except I prefer Jesse Eisenberg, so

Hopefully this is a picture of a #jesseshrug and not a frog in an ice cube because "This domain violates ImageShack's ToS." Click for original source. NOTHING IS ORIGINAL. (Is it illegal to reblog lolcats? Is it illegal to reblog the .GIFs people use for expressiveness on tumblr? I DON'T KNOW. WHY DO I SEE A FROG IN AN ICE CUBE IN MY PREVIEW? DID I SAY "PORN" SOMEWHERE (RECENTLY)?)

l'hospital's rule: no children under 12 allowed in the ICU

I am mostly posting this because I know the end of January is coming up soon, and it would be absolutely disgraceful and dishonorable, and the Society of Self-Absorbed Twenty-Somethings would revoke my membership, if I had more than one Things I Love post on my front page.

Here are a few outfits, in case you were wondering what a fashion blogger (am I one of those, really?) wears for all-day visits to the hospital, and a pair of earrings I bought for my mom.

Starting with this outfit built around the monstrosity of a t-shirt my brother gifted me, accompanied by 9-year-old Girl From Hong Kong Double Peace Signs:

Above, pink longsleeve: Target. Bunny t-shirt: YesStyle, gift. Gray cardigan: Uniqlo. Floral shorts: DIY. Hot pink tights: DKNY. Lace-up boots: Steven by Steve Madden. I'm surprised the hospital staff didn't card me or something while I was wearing this. DO I EVEN LOOK OLDER THAN TWELVE WHEN I HAVE A BUNNY ON MY SHIRT? DO I?

This is sort of a terrible outfit because it is unbelievably unflattering, not helped by the unbelievably unflattering combination of rahh-monster pose and GODJEERAAA!!! facial expression.

Above, polo shirt: American Eagle, brother's. Black zip-up hoodie: senior class sweatshirt. Plaid coat: delia's, gift. Striped sweater dress: H&M. Black and white striped knee socks: gift. Boots: Steven by Steve Madden.

Anyway.

Here's another terrible outfit that I actually kind of sort of am in love with an indecent amount, despite the combination of polka dots, stripes, and two kinds of plaid, and by "indecent amount," I mean "I propose that I strew the sidewalk with rose petals and singing, large-eyed woodland creatures so that we may copulate in public with the blessing of our Mother Nature."

Above, red plaid coat: delia's, gift. Yellow polka-dotted thing: hand-me-down. Leggings: gift. Striped socks: gift. Plaid shoes: Keds.

And the earrings, which are pretty frickin' stunning in person, if you ask me:

Above, symmetrical earrings from MiaMontgomery on etsy. I say "symmetrical" because a lot of her products are asymmetrical. (They are very, very pretty either way and absolutely worth the spendy price tag. Highly recommend, especially for gifts.)

a catch-up post: stuff i bought and #reverb10, December 9 - 12

Holy crap. Here's stuff I bought ages ago. For my mom's birthday, caramel apples from DaisyandDelilah:

To be honest, the caramel was hard instead of tacky like I was expecting, so it was kind of a disappointment. However, the service was good, and there were 4 different apples: regular caramel, caramel with peanuts, bourbon caramel, and dark chocolate with sea salt. I couldn't say no.

Two dresses from Target, because they were on clearance. I was really surprised there were so many left. Why wouldn't you buy these?

Generic functional underwear (I am really proud of myself, you guys) from macy's, two longsleeve tees from Target, and two pairs of socks from Target.

Above, Dr. Bronner's lip balm from Target. Neutrogena lip balm and gloss-thing from Walgreen's. (I like greasy lip balm, okay?) And an e.l.f. eyeliner. (The pewter's not that vivid, but it's beautiful how soft it is, and the built-in sharpener is perfect.)

Some very late #reverb10 prompts after the jump.

I write stuff after the jump.

My brother either thinks I am 9 years old or that I live in Korea or Hong Kong.

How am I going to wear these. How.

metallurgy

I ordered from alloy for the first time a few weeks ago, because I felt the need to materially reward myself for finishing summer school without giving up. (Plus, it was well-priced and I wanted shorts.) I expected, you know, about the same as I expect from delia's, but sadly enough I think the quality's even worse. For example.

I spent at least twenty minutes hand-washing the above shorts before the water stopped running bright blue with dye. And then the fabric on one of the fabric-covered buttons ripped off completely.

As for this skirt, I haven't worn it yet, but the material is just really shitty. I guess I shouldn't have expected it to be lined, either.

These shorts are fine, except for the fact that the button on the fly fell off after about an hour, and that I can hear the fabric crunching every time I sit down.

I mean, I guess I don't really fall under the target demographic for these tween-teen catalog-based shopping sites anymore, but I am pretty disappointed.

Or maybe it's just that I never buy warm-weather clothes and don't know what good summery materials should feel/look/sound like.