I know what you're thinking: Tamia, didn't you already take ridiculously self-indulgent photos in this outfit?
Ah, but no, grasshopper. This is yet another jumpsuit I picked up during a thrift shopping adventure. One that sat lonely and unused in the trunk of my car until I rescued it in a half-hearted attempt at reorganization.
Jumpsuit, vintage; belt and sunglasses, Gucci; sandals, Ash; bracelets and earrings from a craft fair.
The similarity of the pieces is a total
This gorgeous dress was given to me by a former co-worker who understood my love for vintage. Apparently, she wore it in her heyday in the 80's, which seems entirely appropriate given the cut and draping. It reminds me of the amazing fashions worn on Dynasty--I feel like I should be battling it out with another shoulder pad-clad rich bitch in front of the Carrington mansion!
Dress and bracelets, vintage; necklace and ring, Forever21; shoes, Nine West
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I found this old Boy Scout shirt when I was digging through my closet and decided I really wanted to wear it with something sparkly and girly for contrast.
Of course, a grown woman wearing a Boy Scout shirt meant the comments from the peanut gallery were in full force:
"Are you going camping? Can you pitch my tent? Did you earn your badge in (insert blatant ignorance here)?"
Sigh.
I started to wonder why I bought that shirt at the thrift store
Memorial Day weekend usually marks the unofficial start of summer, and as such, is usually when I start pulling out my warm weather wardrobe. This year is a little dicey because I'm so busy doing other stuff--working on the 2nd issue of Style Sample Magazine, preparing for a business trip, gorging myself on fried foods at Taste of Cincinnati--but I figured I'd at least take inventory of what I have.
Except
I remember buying this top on a thrifting adventure a few years ago, but I don't remember why. Most likely, I figured I couldn't pass up the opportunity to buy what was basically a tee shirt made out of gold sequins. Really, what self-respecting thrift-loving fashionista could?
Only, I haven't really worn it. A crazy halloween costume doesn't count (I was Rick James, bitch). Neither does dress up around the house, which happens just as often
