Boy in a Miniskirt

Cardigan & skirt, J.Crew. Headband, Lacoste. Sandals, Geox.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the person who found my blog by googling "boy in a miniskirt." I'm also flattered that Google gets my gamine getups (or perhaps it was my drag queen reference and when I told you about my strenuous back-shaving?). Either way, I'm happy and you've inspired me to work on some upcoming posts titled "Boy in Mom Jeans" (frugal when you actually recycle mom's jeans), "Boy in Pantyhose" (which I may change to "Boy Likes Panties and Hoes"), and finally, "Boy in a Teddy" (What? I meant "A Teddy Boy"). Happy googling, everyone.

Smell The Hydrangeas

Blouse, Banana Republic. Skirt, thrifted YSL Encore. Scarf, Brooks Brothers. Sandals, Geox.

Sometimes you just have to stop and smell the hydrangeas and be thankful for what you have. Take, for example, this Yves Saint Laurent diffusion line pencil skirt that I acquired right before my vacation. It's not my usual choice of color (unless it's cool to match one's clothes to one's skin tone), but at six dollars of French silk, I made it a favorite. In other words, cut trumps color, even when you're a color addict like I am. The only downside? Since it was actually made in France in the mid-nineties, the skirt is not vanity-sized... A tight squeeze for my accidentally-ingested-dairy size (It works best with my dehydrated-and-looking-fab size).

The Work In Regress

Dress, Club Monaco. Cardigan, J.Crew. Headband, Lacoste. Necklace, street vendor. Belt, Joe Fresh. Sandals, Geox.

Fun fact: the patterns on this dress are made of beads, sequins, and paillettes, which render it quite heavy (when trying to dissuade me from purchasing it, my sister dubbed it "the armor dress") and a terrible choice for passing through airport security (an armor indeed). Every time I wear it, several sequins fall off, adding to its imperfection. On the bright side, I possess a work-in-regress of a dress! Phew. Glad I got that rhyme off my brain - it's been dancing around for years, blocking more lucrative trains of thought (hello, career!). Now I must get back to work mode, lest other rhymes should take over my youth.      

JWoww to Jackie

Dress, Calvin Klein (via Winners). Headband, Lacoste. Sandals, Geox. Umbrella, Hudson's Bay Co.

Notice anything different? Yes, I've roasted in the sun quite a bit since our last encounter - I'm not proud of it, but it keeps happening, like an embarrassingly enduring passion for Jersey Shore. Speaking of which, I was starting to look a bit like a Guidette and was paranoid that I'd get recruited by MTV, so I had my German stylist (if you're in Vancouver, you must see Tina) chop off my damaged do into something classier. Less JWoww, more Jackie. I think I can pull it off, as long as I keep my fist pumping to a minimum.

The Prodigal Blogger

 

Dress & bikini, J.Crew. Belt, sister's. Hat, Talula. Sunglasses, Winners. Tote, Chapters. 

Dear Blogosphere Friends,

Thank you for not unfollowing me while I was away. It really means a lot. To show my appreciation, I shall regale you with several photos of my wrinkled vacation ensembles (haven't mastered the art of packing yet), involuntary tan (the sun has been stalking me ever since we broke up), and some London sightseeing (where it was cold and rainy - just the way I like it). Stay tuned.

xoxo Grammar Girl.

Drag Brag

Dress, Gap. Pink belt, Eddie Bauer. Beige belt, Joe Fresh. Sandals, Nine West.

I'm writing this post from the greenhouse that is Montreal in the summer, pining for the cool breeze of Vancouver and if you haven't noticed, I doubled up on belts there. What? Who does that? People who blog their outfits, that's who. After a while, you start to worry that a dress does not an outfit make, so you try to outdo yourself with any kind of gimmick. What works on the blogosphere usually makes you look crazy on the street - kind of how stage makeup looks good from the audience, but up close, people assume you're a drag queen. You know what I'm talking about.

Mellow Yellow

Blouse, Tommy. Skirt, Banana Republic. Hat, Talula. Belt, Joe Fresh. Sandals, Geox.

Have you heard? Alessandra got married. I'm a little peeved she didn't invite me to the wedding, but at least I got to guest post while she's on her honeymoon. Wanna see me show some serious skin? Go here. And don't zoom in, unless you're into that freshly-plucked-chicken look. (Who am I to judge other people's fetishes?).