Friday, June 27, 2014

WHEN DID I BECOME A STRIPE PERSON?

I went to Value Village the other day and bought a million striped things…I walked out with 3 striped cropped tanks and 2 striped t-shirts, weeks before that I also bought a striped shirt. Never in my life have I been a big stripe person, yeah I’ll wear them here and there but buying more than one striped thing a year, never.

I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what caused my new love for them and all I’ve come up with is the amount of stripes on the runway…Or because I was at a friends house and he had the most amazing Dennis the Menace striped T-shirt and I stole it so I could play dress up.  I guess after that fateful day stripes became my jam?

Now if we’re really looking back on my history with stripes I took a photo in a striped sweater and an overall dress, which accidentally made me, look like I was Chucky’s twin. So maybe it started then, maybe I just love embodying movie characters and stripes are the most recognizable thing for me.



Who knows, all I know is stripes are killing it. I enjoy them greatly.


Thursday, June 19, 2014

The 5 Stages of Loss and Grief...of Your High Heels

Step 1: Denial

You’re walking down the street and you see an old man in super short shorts with leathery old legs, on his feet- socks and sandals. This is normal; this is what you always see. Just old men running around town, or mowing their lawn in good old thick knit socks and Velcro sandals.

You’re then walking down the street scouting the latest street style and you encounter the trendiest group of ladies. You look at their outfit thinking wow I need to snap a pic; they look good. You scan over what these girls are wearing and then you see their feet decked out in Nike white socks and Nike pool slides, Adidas pool slides and BIRKINSTOCKS! There’s no way in hell these fashionable people are wearing socks and sandals. No…chance…. in…hell….

You walk away bothered by what you just saw thinking “what has happened to fashion, that will never catch on”


Step 2: Anger

A few weeks pass and all you see are people in Birkenstocks, you work at a shoe retailer and all your selling are Birkenstocks. You are sick and tired of selling Birkenstocks.

Out with girlfriends at the bar and one of your girls is wearing socks and slides and you scream and leave because no guys going to hit on a group of girls when one of them has socks and sandals on! There go your free drinks for the night, so your high-heeled swollen toes carry you home: sober and REALLLLLY angry.


Step 3: Bargaining

You’ve sold so many Birkenstock knockoffs you are slowly getting used to the trend. After seeing a million people try them on you’ve encountered some “alright” ways you can wear them. But no chance you’ll wear actual brown Birkenstocks. They need to be black leather and platforms. That way you still get height but also the Birkenstock look everyone for some reason likes.


Step 4: Depression

You take your brand new pair of platform Birkenstocks home and try them with all your clothing; you can’t wrap your head around the idea of wearing Birkenstocks. Too many unfashionable things come to mind when you hear that name. You picture your grandmother gardening in hers and all you can see are the dirty heel prints from being worn day after day weeding and planting tomatoes, or that old man in the booty shorts leaving the Velcro sandals at home and taking his Birks for a ride at the Laundromat.

You put your Birkenstocks in the closet next to your Jeffrey Campbell’s. Sitting there staring at them next to the beauties that are your Mulder platform boots you start to cry.  Now you’re stuck with these shoes that you’re never going to wear and they don’t even look good in your closet.


Step 5: Acceptance

Your Birks have been sitting there for a little less than a week and you were browsing local boutiques Instagrams when you come across Hey Jude’s and you see a picture from their Eco Fashion Week show. On the feet of every model is a pair of socks and pool slides. How is it this thing you hated more than anything made it onto the runway…and actually looks good? You take another look at your Birks and try another outfit. It. Is. Perfect.  You then proceed to buy various colors of Birks and pool slides and get pissed off when people try to borrow your crisp white socks because "hey man those are for my sandals".