sandy, can't you see

Wardrobe:

top: thrifted

shorts: Forever21

sunglasses: Target

flats: Charlotte Russe

bag: NY&Co

Camera:

Laura

My town still has an old drive-in movie theater, and in the summer, some of the local social clubs run movie nights there. Having missed most of this year's lineup due mostly to conflicting schedules (and a kind of unfortunate choice of movies), Laura and I made an effort to go to the showing of Ghostbusters over the weekend. Predictably, it rained. And the camera battery died just before the movie started.

Kind of bizarre to watch movies with rain streaming down the windshield and the majority of the lawn chair crowd bolting for the cover of the new pavilion, but it's all good fun anyway. And at least there were actual bathrooms this year!

I tried to dress a little retro, which would have maybe been more appropriate for the previous week's showing of Grease, but oh well. 

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color me cute. but not *too* cute

Wardrobe:

cardigan: Target

skirt and flats: Charlotte Russe

camisole: old enough that I haven't a clue

sunglasses: Windsor

ring: Gretchen Hind Designs

Makeup:

lipstick: Covergirl 305: hot passion

Camera:

Laura

Guest Starring:

a very angry little Dove

I love all my little critters, but some of them, they are not so photogenic. Case in point: those two pictures were the best we could get of The Dove today. Now, this is a guinea pig with a permanent frown anyway, but add sunlight and the noise of a clicking camera...well, I probably should have expected these squinty, grumpy results. (Especially squinty. Sunlight is a killer on me, too, and I don't even have the excuse of pink-colored eyes.) Sorry, little marshmallow.

Don't want to bore you all with my ramblings about the group social dynamics of guinea pigs, but The Dove is one of those oddballs that doesn't quite fit in. By this I mean that she wants to live with other pigs, but also gets really cranky about it and enjoys making random sneak attacks on the others if they happen to walk by her. Not as dominance battles, either, as she's nowhere near being the dominant female. Just out of pure grouchiness. Sometimes she frolicks happily afterward. There is something deeply wrong with you, The Dove.

(And yes, her name is The Dove. Or sometimes my Dove, or little Dove. Never just "Dove." Don't ask why.)

Apologies for the title; I'm deep into a Daria marathon and can't. stop. quoting.

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wannabe dough-rey-me

I love art deco.

A few years ago, I couldn't even tell you what art deco was. Even now I sort of want to define it as "stuff Meesh likes, all crammed together at once." Crazy gaudy, opulent and ornate? Linear symmetry? Ancient Egyptian influence? I'm there. Plug it into my veins. Or at least into my jewelry.

The pieces in the picture above are mine, from jewelry making class back when I was in college. Just like any time I attempt design, whether it's for clothing or abstract sketches or blog buttons, it just sort of came out really geometric and a little eclectic. I can't help it! No matter how much I admire other styles, like the more lyrical art nouveau, this is the one that seems to come out of me organically.

I'm starting to embrace it.

(Someday I'd like to have another go at metalworking, but alas, I do not think I can afford any more hobbies!)

On a related note, check out these Byzantine-inspired pieces posted at whowhatwear. Do. Want.

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