My relationship with Polyvore

Finishing up my final essay of the summer. Bored yet? I thought I would do a little post of my current Obsessions- not Unfortunate ones, just normal ones. They are not Unfortunate because they are not particularly expensive, well, compared to the other crap that I obsess over. And yes people, it is all crap because a skirt cannot bring you the joy that your best friend/mother/manfriend/pooch brings you. WHO AM I KIDDING, yes it can. Just kidding. Ok, I'm done. Here it is:

 

Here's a lame little story about my experience with Polyvore. So I see all these beautiful collages on everyone's blogs and I'm thinking to myself, how the hell did they make that beauty of a collage on Paint? Come on, remember Paint? Then, I laughed to myself because who the hell would have assumed Paint could create this shit. NO ONE, EXCEPT ME. After a giggle fest with myself, I paid a visit to my close friend, Google. I typed in: How to make a fashion collage for blogs. I just wanted an answer, I wasn't ready to be all polite about it. As usual, Google did not disappoint and provided me with the link to Polyvore. Now listen, I don't care if you don't have a blog, have a blog, have a dog, wanna go for a jog. I don't care. Go to Polyvore and make a collage and share it. It's just fun. Do it.

You're probz asking why there is a lamp and a nightstand table. Well, they are just there because they are. Not everything needs a reason, na mean?

Awkward and Lame

You know that awkward, unfortunate moment when you're writing an essay on teaching kids geometry kids while simultaneously listening to lil' wayne and his vile lyrics. Not the best combo, people. 

You know that lame, unfortunate moment when you're all like "hey mum, come take pictures of me for my blog" and she's all like, "I'm busy, I'm on the phone" and then you have to kinda beg her. Kinda. Just kinda have to beg. More like bribe. JKZ, she luvz meh.

You know that awkward, unfortunate moment when you're all like "yayzzzzz I'm taking pictures for my blog" and then they all turn out like this: 

 

lookin' mad bald.

Feeling like you wanna dress it up a bit? Take the white heels out for a spin, and use your puppy as an accessory.  

Look at that, My feet even have a spotlight on 'em. 

Do a little dance, make a little love, look evil tonight. 

My neck, birdie and all.

A couple normal ones. Do you like my prehistoric television? Still works so there is no upgradin' going on around here.

You see, people, being awkward and lame is not necessarily considered an Unfortunate Obsession because well, let's be honest, I'm not ACTUALLY Obsessed with being awkward and lame. It just happens. Did that make any sense? Wearing ankle socks with sneakers is definitely considered an Obsession but please, be the judge of whether or not it is Unfortunate....

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Also, who said there was a limit to how many pictures you can put into one post? I didn't! The more, the goddamn merrier. 

Are you awkward and lame? Do you have any stories to PROVE IT? PROVE IT!

Shoes: Superga

Socks: My mothers drawer

Skirt: Zara

Shirt: Urban Outfitters

Vest: Zara

Warm wrists, Cold wrists

This is a cousin post of White Bottoms. Only because I'm wearing a white dress, it really has nothing to do with the sad little rotten peach. Got this number for $30 down from $70, I think. I saw it. I loved it. Probably never going to wear it. But, I bought it and I have signed an agreement with myself stating that I will most definitely wear this dress before I die. OR ELSE...

I just loved the contrast of the blinding white with the transparent sleeves. Pair it with flats, running shoes, booties, heels. ANYTHING PEOPLE, anything, the dress is your oyster (ha ha...ha...). It is just great and not too short cause it's never good when my bootay is hanging out of clothing. Not a good look. Ok, let me show you what it looks like. 

Looking pregnant, while running. Can I even categorize that as running?

Warm wrists with reds and the golds.

Cold Wrists with the silvers and the blues. 

Let's be honest, it is not the most flattering of dresses, but it still has a lovely feel about it. The unfortunate part of the outfit is located on the wrists. I'm pretty sure when I was decked out in my jewels I was performing unintentional arm exercises every 5 seconds. Each arm weighed an extra 5 pounds. 5 POUNDS. I guess that could be seen as an Unfortunate Obsession or if you're wanting a more positive twist, a 2-in-1 Obsession. You're not only looking wicked kewl with all your wrist crap, you're also defining those triceps, biceps and you can't forget those good ol' deltoids. 2-in-1. Still with me? It's ok if you're not cause I gotta go!

Shoes: Zara (old)

Dress: H&M sale

Jacket: Vintage Levi's

Bracelets: Forever 21 and H&M

Watches: Fossil and Aviator