On Friday as I was riding the el to the full time job which I loathe because I have no friends, I spied a copy of the Redeye (Chicago's free newspaper geared at the commuting work folk such as myself) with the cover being the Chicago skyline painted in rainbows. Ohhhhh le FUCK YEAH that can only mean one thing: PRIDE PARADE. This is literally my favorite parade of the year. Why, might you ask? Because the Pride Parade is a time to wear rainbows, get wrecked, and pretend that you're a homosexual, and what could be more fun than that? (If, however, you are in fact a homosexual for the remaining 364 days out of the year, the Pride Parade is a time to wear rainbows, get wrecked, and relish in the fact that Chicago is the greatest/chillest/craziest/liberalist city in the whole damn world and that is most definitely something to celebrate.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
the most wonderful time of the year
Ahhhhhh alas, it is that time again: the sun is shining, I am constantly sweating, my bank account is low, it can only mean one thing! Music festival season is upon us. Chicago is fucking AWESOME in the summer because of all of the festivals/parades happening each year. Literally every single weekend there is always something going on. And, for the very first time ever this year, I attended Spring Awakening.
My good friend and fellow GG, Eileen, suggested the new festival and I eventually obliged. The week leading up to the festival included I kid you not HUNDREDS of texts back and forth trying to decide on the perfect outfit. Would people be dressed in more flowy/hippie clothing like Lolla being that it's Chicago and it's an outdoor festival? Or neon because it's electro/dance/rave? Could we somehow mix the two genres without looking like idiots? Either way, we were sure of two things; it was going to be HOT, and no matter what we wore it really wouldn't matter anyways.
My good friend and fellow GG, Eileen, suggested the new festival and I eventually obliged. The week leading up to the festival included I kid you not HUNDREDS of texts back and forth trying to decide on the perfect outfit. Would people be dressed in more flowy/hippie clothing like Lolla being that it's Chicago and it's an outdoor festival? Or neon because it's electro/dance/rave? Could we somehow mix the two genres without looking like idiots? Either way, we were sure of two things; it was going to be HOT, and no matter what we wore it really wouldn't matter anyways.
Friday, June 15, 2012
derby dayz.
To start off, let me just send my deepest and sincerest apologies for the hot awkward mess of a selfie that had to be included below. With my computer as my witness, I promise you, friends and family, that these types of photos are no more. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.
So, as you might be able to conclude from that introduction, this is the one and ONLY "before" photo I have of this dress and, since I really was proud of the transformation, I had to just bite the bullet and include it.
Monday, June 11, 2012
mistakes.
The piece mentioned in this post reminds me of Pokémon, and here's why: as any true 90's child will tell you, all Pokémon characters had three evolutionary stages. The first was essentially the puppy version, all smiley and gentle, the middle stage was essentially a tween with a bit more sass, and the full grown up version was the hardest mother fucker to have ever walked the Pokémon earth (see below).
Although I wouldn't say the end result of this DIY project would qualify as a "the hardest mother fucker to have ever walked the Pokémon earth", it did kind of accidentally go from a 2 to roughly a 7.5 on the slut scale. We begin....
Although I wouldn't say the end result of this DIY project would qualify as a "the hardest mother fucker to have ever walked the Pokémon earth", it did kind of accidentally go from a 2 to roughly a 7.5 on the slut scale. We begin....
Monday, June 4, 2012
what in the WHAT.....
...the fuck is this?
 |
| Ummm....excuse me? |
(And I am not talking about the spectacular novice modeling done by Julia) Exactly what I thought when I first saw this hot mess nonchalantly hanging in my basement between a pair of mom-butt Levi's and some khaki boy scout garb circa 1987 acting like it owned the damn place.
Who's is this? Is it a costume? Is it a joke? Did someone in my house take on figure skating? (Donn....?) No time for questions, this sad piece of ugly just had to go. (Disclaimer: sorry to whosever item this was in my family, it seriously was just horrific and I couldnt bear the sight of it during my biweekly trips to the basement to do laundry any more).
Who's is this? Is it a costume? Is it a joke? Did someone in my house take on figure skating? (Donn....?) No time for questions, this sad piece of ugly just had to go. (Disclaimer: sorry to whosever item this was in my family, it seriously was just horrific and I couldnt bear the sight of it during my biweekly trips to the basement to do laundry any more).
Friday, June 1, 2012
purple-dee-black
Coming home to Chicago for break I have found myself with a lot of free time on my hands, as well as a lot of old clothing from high school waiting to see the light of day just one more time. With that surplus of time and material I have tried some new DIY projects (two of which were utter failures and thus will not be gracing the theoretical cyber pages of this blog any time soon...).
While searching for leftover clothing to steal from my sisters in their rooms, I ran across a pair of beloved purple skinny jeans from my Jonas Brothers obsession senior year of high school....needless to say they were a bit past their prime. (Photo of them pre-dye action below...)
While searching for leftover clothing to steal from my sisters in their rooms, I ran across a pair of beloved purple skinny jeans from my Jonas Brothers obsession senior year of high school....needless to say they were a bit past their prime. (Photo of them pre-dye action below...)
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Sunday, June 24, 2012
rainbows. sparkles. glitter.
On Friday as I was riding the el to the full time job which I loathe because I have no friends, I spied a copy of the Redeye (Chicago's free newspaper geared at the commuting work folk such as myself) with the cover being the Chicago skyline painted in rainbows. Ohhhhh le FUCK YEAH that can only mean one thing: PRIDE PARADE. This is literally my favorite parade of the year. Why, might you ask? Because the Pride Parade is a time to wear rainbows, get wrecked, and pretend that you're a homosexual, and what could be more fun than that? (If, however, you are in fact a homosexual for the remaining 364 days out of the year, the Pride Parade is a time to wear rainbows, get wrecked, and relish in the fact that Chicago is the greatest/chillest/craziest/liberalist city in the whole damn world and that is most definitely something to celebrate.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
the most wonderful time of the year
Ahhhhhh alas, it is that time again: the sun is shining, I am constantly sweating, my bank account is low, it can only mean one thing! Music festival season is upon us. Chicago is fucking AWESOME in the summer because of all of the festivals/parades happening each year. Literally every single weekend there is always something going on. And, for the very first time ever this year, I attended Spring Awakening.
My good friend and fellow GG, Eileen, suggested the new festival and I eventually obliged. The week leading up to the festival included I kid you not HUNDREDS of texts back and forth trying to decide on the perfect outfit. Would people be dressed in more flowy/hippie clothing like Lolla being that it's Chicago and it's an outdoor festival? Or neon because it's electro/dance/rave? Could we somehow mix the two genres without looking like idiots? Either way, we were sure of two things; it was going to be HOT, and no matter what we wore it really wouldn't matter anyways.
My good friend and fellow GG, Eileen, suggested the new festival and I eventually obliged. The week leading up to the festival included I kid you not HUNDREDS of texts back and forth trying to decide on the perfect outfit. Would people be dressed in more flowy/hippie clothing like Lolla being that it's Chicago and it's an outdoor festival? Or neon because it's electro/dance/rave? Could we somehow mix the two genres without looking like idiots? Either way, we were sure of two things; it was going to be HOT, and no matter what we wore it really wouldn't matter anyways.
Friday, June 15, 2012
derby dayz.
To start off, let me just send my deepest and sincerest apologies for the hot awkward mess of a selfie that had to be included below. With my computer as my witness, I promise you, friends and family, that these types of photos are no more. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.
So, as you might be able to conclude from that introduction, this is the one and ONLY "before" photo I have of this dress and, since I really was proud of the transformation, I had to just bite the bullet and include it.
Monday, June 11, 2012
mistakes.
The piece mentioned in this post reminds me of Pokémon, and here's why: as any true 90's child will tell you, all Pokémon characters had three evolutionary stages. The first was essentially the puppy version, all smiley and gentle, the middle stage was essentially a tween with a bit more sass, and the full grown up version was the hardest mother fucker to have ever walked the Pokémon earth (see below).
Although I wouldn't say the end result of this DIY project would qualify as a "the hardest mother fucker to have ever walked the Pokémon earth", it did kind of accidentally go from a 2 to roughly a 7.5 on the slut scale. We begin....
Although I wouldn't say the end result of this DIY project would qualify as a "the hardest mother fucker to have ever walked the Pokémon earth", it did kind of accidentally go from a 2 to roughly a 7.5 on the slut scale. We begin....
Monday, June 4, 2012
what in the WHAT.....
...the fuck is this?
|
| Ummm....excuse me? |
(And I am not talking about the spectacular novice modeling done by Julia) Exactly what I thought when I first saw this hot mess nonchalantly hanging in my basement between a pair of mom-butt Levi's and some khaki boy scout garb circa 1987 acting like it owned the damn place.
Who's is this? Is it a costume? Is it a joke? Did someone in my house take on figure skating? (Donn....?) No time for questions, this sad piece of ugly just had to go. (Disclaimer: sorry to whosever item this was in my family, it seriously was just horrific and I couldnt bear the sight of it during my biweekly trips to the basement to do laundry any more).
Who's is this? Is it a costume? Is it a joke? Did someone in my house take on figure skating? (Donn....?) No time for questions, this sad piece of ugly just had to go. (Disclaimer: sorry to whosever item this was in my family, it seriously was just horrific and I couldnt bear the sight of it during my biweekly trips to the basement to do laundry any more).
Friday, June 1, 2012
purple-dee-black
Coming home to Chicago for break I have found myself with a lot of free time on my hands, as well as a lot of old clothing from high school waiting to see the light of day just one more time. With that surplus of time and material I have tried some new DIY projects (two of which were utter failures and thus will not be gracing the theoretical cyber pages of this blog any time soon...).
While searching for leftover clothing to steal from my sisters in their rooms, I ran across a pair of beloved purple skinny jeans from my Jonas Brothers obsession senior year of high school....needless to say they were a bit past their prime. (Photo of them pre-dye action below...)
While searching for leftover clothing to steal from my sisters in their rooms, I ran across a pair of beloved purple skinny jeans from my Jonas Brothers obsession senior year of high school....needless to say they were a bit past their prime. (Photo of them pre-dye action below...)
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