wichita

how'd you end up down in tampa, old harley shirt? who brought you on a 1400 mile journey south and then gave you away? an old biker lady who found jesus and gave up her wild, harley'in ways? maybe someone brought you to their aunt cheryl as a souvenir from wichita when they came to visit her in florida. only she found the purple lightning bolts tacky and got rid of it as soon as her tasteless nephew went back home. i think you're perfect, old shirt, and whoever gave you up was a fool.

harley tank, thrifted. shorts, vintage levi's, thrifted. "coonskin" hat, features costume. necklaces, thrifted. red stretchy belt, thrifted. lace up ankle boots, thrifted.

rebel with a cause

just hangin around the house on monday night.. tryin on hats, climbing on stuff and watching nigel the dog snooze on the couch.

harley davidson tee, thrifted. denim cutoffs, thrifted. leopard hat, yesterdaze

sick style

i've spent the past few days being ravaged by an aching, feverish, mucous-y flu that's been going around in these parts. being super sick in the middle of summertime in florida is enough to make any sound minded person go mad, but i've managed to stay barely afloat thanks to generic nyquil, tons of hot tea and the company of my boyfriend, josh, who's also sick. i realized while slumming it at home that i have amassed  quite the collection of vintage night gowns and lounging clothes in general, and i've decided that lying around in cute things is sure to speed the healing process. laugh if you want. here are a couple of the gems i've been sickin' it up in, shot while quite bored, on the old macbook with photo booth. ignore my deathly pallor! 

everything thrifted. err well, except the medicine and tea!