"You look like you're ready to jump on the back of my bike. And I like it."

Gap tee.  Candie's vest.  American Eagle jeans.  Frye boots.  Francesca's Collections necklace. Fossil watch.

The title quote actually came from the lips of my friend Sabrina, who hits on me sometimes, right before she tears down my self esteem.  

I love this tshirt.  The pictures don't do it justice, because it's actually sparkly, but subtly. 

The weather today is the right before the storm weather that's my favorite, but it's not warm enough to be my favorite, so I am torn between being in a good mood and wanting to crawl back into bed.  It's a busy day in general, I have absolutely no time for anything, even school work really.  Plus I'm exhausted from the emotional strain of thinking about what I'm going to do with myself this summer.  What I want to do: land that internship in London, get enough money to get/live there.  Get a part time job there so I can survive (survive the visa process...), and be blissful in the city that stole my heart (and hopefully seeing the people that kept little pieces of it too!!)  What will probably happen:  I'll hopefully land an internship in New York city, get money to support my commute there, work at justice on the weekends.  Neither option is undesirable, the first option is just MORE desirable, and of course more difficult.  Both options depend on a lot of things that I have no control over too, which just makes it worse.  

Anywayyyy, end rant.  I need to go meet friend Kirsten for dinner, go to my astronomy lab, and then go to strike the set of Our Town for shop hours for my intro class (grrr).  BEST DAY EVER.  bye.

Also, I forgot to say I love you.  But I do. 

Curls!

Vintage dress bought in Chelsea at a Vintage Fair.  Thrifted belt.  Frye boots.  Levi's denim shirt.  Cole Haan sunglasses. 

So, despite my optimism, my weekend didn't exactly pan out as planned...at all.  Bright spot: the fam came to visit yesterday which was absolutely lovely, but for the most part everything was just, less than stellar.  Far less.  

However, Friday was absolutely gorgeous, with temperatures flirting with 70 degrees.  I didn't even need the denim shirt I'm wearing in these shots but the dress has puffed sleeves that I think I want to alter, because I don't love the way they look on me.  I bought this at a vintage fair in Chelsea when I was living in London just off of King's Road.  I was on my way to Sloan Square station to take the tube to the V&A, and then I got distracted by vintage.  Priorities, you know.  I never made it to the museum that day.

I was so pumped about the weather that I let my hair curl and was overly pleased with the return of the DLR look, and since it's longer now I also felt a bit like a mermaid.  I don't know why my hair long and curly makes me think of mermaids since if I was a mermaid I'd live in the water and my hair would be wet and therefore not actually textured all the time.  This is neither here nor there.

I decided that I needed to go to the health food store and dragged Erin along on a lovely walk.  She decided she wanted to take "situational" blog pictures, hence the shots of me perusing an aisle and contemplating whether vanilla Sleepytime tea would please me as much as the regular Sleepytime tea that I had run out of did.  Then I just sat on a bench on the sidewalk of the strip mall, next to which were two random desks that did not appear to have any purpose.  The class you find in this town is astounding, really.  

Weekend Wishes

The weekend begins for me in t-minus 3 hours, but seeing as I have to brave my first Astronomy exam before that, I am less than chipper.  Also, my head hurts, I really want to be napping but I'm not because I'm supposed to be studying some more, and this weekend isn't looking too bright.  I have a lot of work to do, theatre shop hours to submit myself to, a dance audition...It's looking bleak.

So, to pick myself up, I have a new idea for Friday posts.  First, I pick three things (one for each day of the weekend!  three!  like three wishes that you get from a genie!  I'M SO CLEVER) that I'm lusting over, and then after cooing over pretty things I list the (possible) pros of my weekend and go along my merry way on possibly a more positive note.  And then you tell me what you're wishing for and what your weekend will hold in the comments!  I like this idea.

I can't get over this Alexander Wang dress.  I loved it on the runway, and my love was just fueled when it popped up on the Outnet, for only $192.  It's so close, and yet so far away.

This House of Holland sweater, seen on avid fan Agyness Deyn at NYFW, has big ben all over it.  Enough said.

I don't know what to tell you folks.  I know what happens when I let my "All American" self near anything that hints at the country, cowboys, or farms...and still I do not care.  I really really want these Jeffrey Campbells to wear on the upcoming warm days where the wind can still bring a chill.  I won't deny that I want to wear them with denim either.

Okay so. Pros of the weekend:

Adventures in the burg with two crazy chicks this afternoon.

Celebrating a roommate's birthday on Saturday night.

Possible Skype date with my favorite Brit.

Productivity! (not fun, but hopefully true)

I hope your weekends are the stuff dreams are made of.  Ta!

Baby loves to dance in the dark

H&M sweater and scarf.  Ann Taylor Loft leggings.  Frye boots. Fossil watch.  Random and huge CZ studs.

Somehow, nothing in me would allow me to do my hair today and give you a whole proper look.  I just tied it in a ponytail over my shoulder like I do when I'm being a lazy bum, and called it a day.  What can I say, getting up for my 9am class kills me, and so does the nap I often take after it.  

Wore this sweater/dress in my first post ever.  Man, a lot of things have changed since then, but not my love for this garment.  I wear it a lot when it's cold because it's so easy to throw it over leggings or tights and suddenly appear way more put together than trudging to class in what I actually wanted to wear (probably a thermal and old sweats).  I liked throwing the scarf on with it and going for monochromatic, but still kind of interesting.

In the final picture I'm posing with one of the final lumps of snow that survives here on campus, it's hiding behind a building where it can still remain mostly in the shade.  Note my facial expression and my sort of thumbs up gesture.  It says:  Good for you persevering snow lump, but please go away soon, because I discriminate against all snow, even strong willed fellows like you.  

Note on the title of this post: it's from a Gaga song, but one which you don't hear terribly often.  I have a really poor version of it on my ipod that may or may not have been obtained in an underhanded way, and lately I've been listening to it a lot.  Something about the whole "Baby loves to dance in the dark, cause when he's looking she falls apart" strikes a chord with my current mindset, though I'm sure if you ask Gaga she wouldn't say that it's about "a young girl trying to live up to societies standards and trodding on herself in the process," though it clearly is.  She'd say something like "I was thinking about naked women in porn and how sometimes they like to do little dances, and then i thought about the wind and cheese and giant eggs," but hey, isn't that why we love her?  In any case, this has NOTHING to do with what I'm wearing, but check out the song if you like sugary pop sometimes (or all the time...), and then chase it with a song in which Ludacris is featured so you can rap about how you like to please the ladies, like I did during my performance yesterday, in the shower, in an empty apartment.  

That's how I roll. 

Funny Feelings

I don't really wear prints a lot, and when I do, they're pretty standard ones.  Plaid, stripes, tie-dye.  I can't abide by polka dots, and I look like a small girl in florals.  But when I was in London I saw a sweater in the window of the Monsoon on King's Road that caught my eye every time I walked past.  It was a little cropped sweater with an all-over print of horse silhouettes.  Don't ask me why I loved it, I just did.  And then today I found this scarf on Urban, and my interest was piqued again: 

And so then I went on polyvore and looked for more horse prints.

Modcloth romper

This Erica Anenberg ring isn't a printed piece of clothing, but it's going with the the theme, and it's called a cigar ring, and I like it's actually reminiscent of the gold foil on a cigar.

Other than that, I haven't had too much luck, I'm kind of picky about how the print looks.  Anyone else who is obsessed with this print too?  And can you tell me where to find more?  Happy Tuesday!

Singles Aware

I have no stereotypical bitter woman rant about the holiday fast approaching us, nor do I have the unexpected single girl appreciation for it that will make me talk to you about love for yourself and beauty in the world.  Frankly, I am indifferent.  My current love life makes me either let out a manic laugh of exasperation or stare for an hour or so at the industrial white walls of my apartment without gaining clarity, so I've decided not to care.  In preparation for the holiday, I just polished off a tub of Valentine corn (candy corn in pink, red, and white. they need to start making this for every holiday, like the Peeps people did), and I have some vague plans about going to the movies with the roommates or going to see a free concert or something.  

The one thing upcoming Vom-up-all-your-love-for-each-other day has inspired within me is a need to have more pale pink in my closet.  I am not a woman against pink, and I just realized that I don't really wear it a lot or own it, and I think baby pink compliments the whole pale skin, fair hair, light eyes thing I got going on.  So if my bank account wasn't on a respirator - behold what I'd wear on the controversial day:

  

Jeffrey Campbell wedges, Wildfox Sweatshirt, Nastygal blouse, Cheap Monday jeans

I like the idea of layering the filmy blouse under the sweatshirt, and showing off the adorable wedges with the pegged jeans.  And I mean, with the pockets on those jeans you're just begging the boys to check out your butt and give yourself a bit of a Vday ego boost.

If you're more decisive about your valentine stance and you come down on the positive side (or you just like to read good writing), you should clicky click on over to the blog Valentine's Day written by the endlessly clever and lovely Becca.  Also, if a boy were to write me a note like this one that Sid Vicious wrote for Nancy, I think I'd be on the Vday team.  I'm a simple girl.  Ciao bellas!

I'd Leave, if I could

BDG flannel and jeggings (Urban).  Michael by Michael Kors boots.  Kensie Girl vest.

The foyer type thing in my new place of residence floods with lights on sunny days like this.  Or days that at least start out sunny like this, and then dissolve into flat grey white skies that remind you that snow is dirty and annoying.  Did you think that was going to be poetic?  Fooled you.

Um, as far as my clothes go here, I actually don't know if I like this.  I feel like I look like some sort of backwoods woman...in wedges.  But, this outfit is nice when it's cold because it's warm but the sweater doesn't have sleeves so I don't sweat like a man when I layer it.  Not that I sweat like a man, I am perfectly feminine and lovely in every way.

I'm having a little trouble mustering up any wit because what I really need to do right now is read over tonight's astronomy lab and read more of the philosophy book that caused me to fall asleep on my couch this morning.  Oops!  Ta!

See, the luck I've had can make a good man turn bad.

H&M cardigan.  Random leggings.  Target tank. Frye boots. Francesca's Collections necklace.

I apologize for being terrible and not posting since I've been back at school.  My life has become unnecessarily complicated in ways I would rather it wasn't, I'm still pining for England, and it's really ridiculously cold and snowy and WINTER.  So I've kind of been dressing like a slob, and acting like one.  

I've worn this cardigan a lot since I got it right before the return to American college, it's a new favorite, which is a surprise, because I hate sweaters.  I also haven't worn my hair like this since high school, when the only two hairstyles I wore were down or half up half down.  

Sorry these pictures are a little dark, but enjoy the view of frozen tundra and the nod to colonialism brick facades.