LIPPY LOOKS

Since my hiatus, I have planned many more outfit posts.  And since this site is soon to be chalk-full of pictures of my face, I thought it would be beneficial to focus first on some new faces, perhaps ones that are in the business of being photographed, with say awesome clothes and make-up.

See how the center of their lips is a little more orangey than the outsides?  I'm dying to try this look.

Holly Fulton Spring'13.  Photo via www.moduspublicity.com

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OBSESSED?

I maintain that all young people have a fear of being taken too seriously.

He was pushing my buttons.  Texts after midnight saying all of "heyy".  My friends told me to give it time, let him figure out I was through with our friendship, but I didn't have the patience.  The truth of it was, he wasn't a nice boy.  Immaturity, along with misogynistic jokes, dripped from his every word (call me old-fashioned, but since when did bitch become a synonym for woman?").  I wanted to get rid of him and I knew just the way.  After awakening one night to five unread texts, not entirely an unreasonable amount, but in this case most sincerely unwelcome, I answered, "why are you obsessed with me?"  And wish granted!  Not a reply text in sight.  Was I a bit harsh?  Sure, but in an interesting experimenty kind of way, it helped prove the point that even the suggestion of caring too much about something or someone will send even the most self-assured whippersnapper into defensive mode.  Because in the world of the 20 somethings, is there anything worse than being too wound up, or god-forbid, uptight?

SWEATSHIRTS: NOW TO BE WORN WITH A SHINY SKIRT

I'm not even going to try to call this a comeback, because I'm pretty sure, unbeknownst to downtown's sidewalk, we've been wearing them for years, privately.  I for one have a few at the top of my closet.  One in particular is reserved for the next time I feel like welding something.  The rest are for long-term boyfriend eyes only.  And I don't think I'm alone.  I'm willing to venture that your closet is housing some sweatshirts too, top or bottom - unless you're wearing one right now, you lazy couch potato!  Ha, just kidding.  

So there you have it!  If you're broke like me, you can put your junky threadbares to use; give your co-workers an eyeful instead of your boyfriend for a change.  Or if you have more than a little to spare, check Polyvore and get your self something damn fancy.  My favorite is the cropped Acne flower print. 

(Image via Harper's Bazaar.)

WRIST LUCK

Ahoy there, Sexy!  Now tell me, by what stretch of the imagination did I deserve to find, in my sister's old jewelry box, the three Israeli designed bracelets given to me by my 1st grade piano teacher?  Amazing how far memorizing a piano solo could get you in those days.

The bracelets were pretty big on my wrist, so I'm wearing them over a long sleeved button down.