undercover asian

Again with the Goodwill, provenance of the biosweater of previous post. The stitching on the word Japan caught my eye but I was plunged into despair, yes it hurts bad, when I saw the 21 and thought I was played a pawn in Forever 21's tricky plot for world domination -- Rue 21, XXI, twentyone. Ecchhhh. I imagine I'm hip to their cheap imitations and take it personally when I fall for their (Charlotte) Ruses. Ha. (Saw opportunity for retail joke and could not resist). But not so fast! Blue Marlin, the maker of this bit of sartorial irony,  cut the neckline all off-kilter, put a rising sun on the 21 and sewed the sleeve and neck binding on with Frankenstein-esque stitches.  They took an American classic and twisted it and beat Forever 21 at their own game. Devious and delightful. Or maybe that's the 3 cups of coffee talking.

weird love

Today Valentines, I send you this expression of weird love that I scored yesterday for 99 cents at the Goodwill on University in St. Paul.  It's weird and I love it, or it's weird that I love it -- either way, I'm rocking this handmade sweater today. I see huge applications on Earth Day too.
Just the facts ma'am: it's a simple ambidexterous sweater rendered in a basic stitch but the sleeve/upper part of either the back or front (depending on how you choose to wear it) incorporates some shaggy yarn for a turf-like effect.  Why? Why an astroturf sweater? Why only one side? Was someone following a pattern for this (disturbing thought) or did they invent this on their own (even more disturbing)?  Was this part of a botanical costume? Why would someone perform this labor of love and then donate it to Goodwill? There are many mysteries and, for me, that's part of the appeal.  Another part is the reality of it -- I can wear a green and cream striped sweater that looks like it has grass growing out of it. Because it's there, because I can. This factor cannot be underestimated.  Another floral allusion just struck me -- the stripes are like rows in a farm field and the hairy part is the actively sprouting plot. Continuing down that road, this sweater is the seed of someone's imagination.  Like a rare heirloom variety, it would never have been nurtured to life in a normal retail environment -- too special, too niche. Maybe the creator meant to toss this on the compost pile but I found the little sprout and am propagating its lively green style, bringing it to streetside fruition. It grows on you, doesn't it?

Como Conservatory

I went to the Como Conservatory for a hit of color and, wham bam thank you ma'am, two steps in the door and i got what i came for. Doesn't she look like a flower? Ruffled, hothouse pink? eh? Here's the irony-- and i love irony in clothing -- the coat is from White House/Black Market. I feel better on so many levels.

more show n tell

 I manipulated the photo a lot so you can see the gathering at the front. I had a time figuring this dress out -- yes, the black layer is open in the front like a curtain but no worries. The inner white layer is a full frontal dress. But, hello, it does draw attention to the crotch/hips. Pass.

 1976. The prom that I didn't go to? I know, boo hoo, but I've moved on. Into this absolute dream. In colorful polyester glory that goes alllllllll the way to the floor. And the fluttery sleeves? Remember how people thought they disguised meaty upper arms?  So hippie chick. It's a trip for me and I'm not selling this one. Bonus: the nonbreathable poly from shoulders to toes is quite warm.

I've been a little sensory deprived, what with our two outside colors -- white and dirt -- and this is how it manifests. Pattern and color overload. Can't get enough. I've worn this same headache five days in a row. Would you do this?

it's come to this

It's been a long cold winter and between my own infrequent ventures out and about, and the profoundly uninspired stuff I see when I do go out, the only visually exciting stuff I've found was at one insanely fruitful trip to the Goodwill at University and Fairview in St. Paul. So I'm going to show you a few tidbits.


I admit, I was attracted to the 24K bling, but lookit, Kikit. And the cutout? Pretty sweet. Gotta say though, it's like wearing a Brillo pad. I couldn't get it off fast enough.

 Aye me leprechauns, it's mighty green. But unlike above sweater, it's a nice civilized rayon knit that fits n flatters. Kinda Chanel-esque.

Have I missed the boat? Are swing dresses over? Yes but this one has such a delightfully tropical print and that's a sheer overlay, furthering the cool cool nature of this dress. Not that we will ever need an article like this.

Valu Thrift, St. Paul

Gratuitous zippers! Ok, the top ones might be functional in case you wanted to piratize these take-no-prisoners boots, but a zipper on the back of the hidden wedge heel? I guess it's not hidden any more. I don't even care that heel zippers are the tiniest bit ridiculous. They look badass. The dominatrix, who intimidated me by being ultra cool in buffalo plaid jacket and slouchy stocking hat, got them in July at Saks for "like $60." She's a savvy dominatrix.

So much going on here, and I didn't even include her dress at her request because her "style wasn't very good on top." Who cares? Not me. I was satisfied with the leopard leggings and buckled, wrapped and gilded leg warmers. I feel like these were made with MC Hammer's back-up dancers in mind. Or Mad Maxx does Vegas. I admired this woman's fearlessness and experimentalism. She was in the process of buying a full animal stole, complete with head, teeth, eyes and little paws with claws. Ghhuuuu.

big island

This was the street style.

oahu

Have been over my head. Really. Waimea?