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. 

       Alright so here's the deal; the attire usually calls for beads, skin, glitter, and (duh) rainbows.  In years past, my outfits haven't exactly been up to par; 2012 proved to be no exception.   Sophomore/junior year I got into this kick of thinking colors were trashy, and so my wardrobe had been pretty much characterized by a theme of black on black on black.  Clearly, no rainbows are to be found in my closet since then. Sidenote -- two years ago the only rainbow item I could find to bring was a rainbow beanie baby iguana who I deemed "Iggy the Gay Mascot" and let haters hate.

          As predictable as the perennial summer solstice, here I was again ransacking every corner of my damn basement seeking out anything and everything rainbow. And what did I end up finding....A RAINBOW KITE!  So again I threw on a bandeau, tucked that sucker in, and pretended that what I was wearing passed as clothing (whatever).
       Photos of the totally crazy complicated transformation from kite to shirt below.

For the first time in history, the heteros were more spirited than the homos.

       On a completely unrelated sidenote, I know it may appear that this blog is devoted pretty much solely to me wearing pieces of fabric as shirts instead of DIY/thrifting, but fret not, you have no been led here under false pretenses.  One of these days when I get the time and regain my mental sanity, the DIY's will re-commence!
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