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Eight Dollar Pants
What can I tell you? It's Sunday night as I type this and my wrist is feeling slightly better. In fact it's already seizing up and I'm only on sentence number two. So much for that idea. Pardon me while I pull myself together for a quick weekend rundown: slept for hours with windows open and a light breeze blowing, ate pint after pint of raspberries, threw a few more things in the closet purge pile, watched waaaaaaay too much Dateline and am contemplating joining the FBI, and on Friday night seated someone at a table at the Chef's restaurant when everyone else was busy with other customers (where's my tip? hehe).
Things are going well for him--so far so good as the saying goes. It's incredibly exciting to watch it all play out from the sidelines. The crazy start-up hours have left me with a lot of time on my hands and even though there are plenty of things I could be doing *ahem cleaning* somehow I'm just taking a moment to do nothing much. It feels nice to pause and regroup for the first time in over a year. Last Sunday I woke up with hours of free time and instead of racing off on an errand rolled down to the flea market to take a gander. More like a jackpot. There were so many treasures to be found that day. What was supposed to be a simple jaunt turned into a 3 hour marathon. I left with bag filled with 70's vintage gems--amongst them these $8 pants. Yes I said EIGHT DOLLAR PANTS. My own little dream come true.
Things are going well for him--so far so good as the saying goes. It's incredibly exciting to watch it all play out from the sidelines. The crazy start-up hours have left me with a lot of time on my hands and even though there are plenty of things I could be doing *ahem cleaning* somehow I'm just taking a moment to do nothing much. It feels nice to pause and regroup for the first time in over a year. Last Sunday I woke up with hours of free time and instead of racing off on an errand rolled down to the flea market to take a gander. More like a jackpot. There were so many treasures to be found that day. What was supposed to be a simple jaunt turned into a 3 hour marathon. I left with bag filled with 70's vintage gems--amongst them these $8 pants. Yes I said EIGHT DOLLAR PANTS. My own little dream come true.
~Outfit details: Hat-Hat Attack, Vest-H&M, Chambray Blouse-Gap, Belt-Anthropologie,
Pants-Vintage, Sunnies-Target, Bracelet-Brooklyn Thread~
Who ever let these go? WHO?? I spotted them after pilfering through racks and racks of
crazy ol' 70's dresses and skirts. Unable to believe my eyes I screamed out, 'HOW MUCH?!?'
while a young Hispanic guy laughed hysterically and said the word 'eight'.
Unable to contain myself I screamed incredulously, 'EIGHT? EIGHT DOLLARS?,'
as he nodded wildly. He had a live one.
'SOLD!!!,' is the final thing I remember hollering while rooting for my wallet.
Somewhere in flea market land the word loco was used a lot that day.
They're the perfect pants for spotting shed snail shells in the dirt.
Eye of the Tiger.
For some reason I feel like saying, 'Ahoy Matey' every time I look at this picture.
Land ahead?
Off to continue resting my wrist and staring at the eight dollar pants. Let's see how long this can go on for.
In a Pinch
It's official I did miss my calling: throwing outfits together in a minute or less has been confirmed as one of my gifts. Who knew? Suffice it to say, as I'm pretty sure I say every weekend, the weekend went by far too quickly. It's as though the clock speeds up as soon as Friday afternoon hits. Apparently peoples' brains fall out of their heads at record speed on Sunday nights as well. The ding-a-ling neighbors took it upon themselves to get in a screaming match with another neighbor who kindly asked them to move their hanging-in-the-alley-inconsiderately-and-horribly-parallel-parked-vehicles so that the other person could get out of their garage.
Response: We pay for this space so it's not our problem.
Are you for real?
Honestly my heart (and ears) just bled. How on earth can you be so nasty to someone you have clearly wronged and are completely inconveniencing? Truth be told I'm still baffled sitting here thinking about it. I don't know how it all played out in the end, but I don't think it was pleasant. This is not Beverly Hills so they had seriously better wise up. People don't play down here. You might get away with a little childish writing on someone's car in West LA, but not in my neighborhood. Word
Anyway. There's a little neighbor update for ya. It's been quiet on that front because a. I'm trying to avoid them and b. My activities have ranged from exhausted and hanging off the couch to exhausted and racing out the door. Carrie needs a break (preferably not a breakdown thank you very much).
Back to the outfit. I guess we're going to start calling the outfit portion of this blog "Beat the Clock" or "How Many Different Ways Can You Try Not to Kill Yourself While Trying to Pull Yourself Together In Under 5 Minutes In Order to Get a Quick Picture". Queen of the run on sentences in the house! On Saturday afternoon I had 752 errands to run when the Chef dropped the bomb that he had a limited window to take the picture. Welp, here's to killing 752 birds with one big a** stone -- Carrie live and comin' at you from outside the water brewery. Exciting times here at the bird. yawwwwn
So many of my favorite things all in one--the makings of the best outfits, right?
Zara-Blazer, James Perse-Tanks, Belt-Flea Market Find, Shorts-Current/Elliott,
Foley+Corinna-Mid-City Tote (four years old and still an all time fave),
Motif 56, PANYC & Bhati Beads-Bracelets, Melinda Maria and MarcxMarc-Rings
Uh-oh stray hair at one o'clock (I'm really loving this o'clock thing of late--as I'm sure you've noticed).
Unbeknownst to me I walked around with that hair sticking out for 12 hours.
No worries though--the shoes stole the show. Show stoppers is more like it.
These Sophie Theallet for Nine West's continue to get mad play.
I think I sent a stampede over there on Saturday.
Woman ponders deep hidden mystery:
"Where did all my wonderful neighbors go and how can I find a way to lure them back?"
And now I bid you a good Monday. Tomorrow I will dish on how the downstairs neighbors came home at 3am on Sunday and were so thoughtful to give me an early wake up call by running up and down the wood floors so hard I could hear them upstairs. Ahhhhhh. The good life. Is it too early to ask for a cocktail?
Shaking it Up
Okey dokey I was about to start typing and we had an earthquake. Let's hope we don't have another.
Pause.
It's just after midnight on Sunday evening/Monday morning.
Lampshade's swinging.
Let's cut to the chase in case I have to get in a door jamb. On Friday I was all geared up to meet Torrie and Danielle in LA for dinner. Poor Danielle had the day from hell flying in from OKC -- suspicious package at the airport had her stuck outside for 4 hours waiting to board, missing her connection and then having to re-route. You never would have known it because she was in great spirits when I got to the hotel to pick the two of them up (Torrie is far more together than I am and can make it places "on time" vs screeching up w/moments to spare hence she was already with Danielle when I arrived).
Sadly we didn't even think to get a photo. Instead we got caught up over cocktails and terrific food, talking about anything and everything under the sun. It was a super relaxing evening and I'm so glad I didn't wuss out and stay home. For me there's always those moments: what if they don't like me, what if I stick my foot in my mouth (uh hello, it is me), what if my hair's a wreck...and, of course, what to wear? Thankfully Friday was a gong show of epic proportions at work so I skated out racing against the clock. There was no time to over think the outfit. I reached in the closet, pulled out some faves, glared at my fuzz mop of hair and ran out the door.
Today when the Chef asked what I wore I tossed on the outfit and had him take some pictures. This is my confession: slapping on something from two days ago in a Sunday stupor. In my defense I can't get enough of these crazy pants (first seen here).
~Madewell-Silk Safari Shirt, H&M-Vest, Free People-Extreme Wide Legs, J.Crew Belt,
Sorial-Handbag, Sunnies-Spitfire~
~PANYC & Motif 56 Bracelets, Melinda Maria, random silver and Flea Market Dancing Ring~
I have to say I never really fancied myself a structured silk blouse kinda girl, but
Madewell has completely sucked me in. I want to wear this top every day.
Pants.
Pants.
Pants.
Obsessed with these pants.
Over dinner we discussed the blogger side profile pose, how much easier it is.
Yes. In this case it was also the "freaking hurry up the hipsters are coming" pose.
Awkward moment much?
Dancing pants. Wind blowing the pant legs around pants.
Can I live at this house pants?
Try to tear yourself away from the pants for a moment and examine the house behind me.
Mmmkay?
If this keeps up maybe I should start a series: Carrie & Her Outfits go House Hunting.
Dear French Doors: please be mine.
On a happy note I've typed my way through this without any aftershocks. Here's to it staying that way. I mean it is Monday after all. Yaaaawwwwwn.
I've Got a Fever
...and it's not from Blogger. Holy shazam was that a gong show or what? Bloggers far and wide lose marbles over site being down for what seemed like an eternity. Can someone give me the 411 on the miraculous upgrades we're supposed to be experiencing because all I've got is about 35 missing comments? Uh, yeah.
Onward and upward to the weekend dear readers. This has been the week from Friday the 13th and I, for one, am relieved to see it end. On the agenda for this weekend is the local flea market. Count back to a year ago and there is no way you would have heard me waxing on for a flea market find. Every time I went all I could see was bobblehead Garfields and more dirty old cups than I'd care to count. Then about 6 months ago I started meandering through without an agenda to see what I could see. Low and behold it all began to make sense. I began to actually see the goods that were there. Somewhere out there my mother weeps with glory. Her daughter has caught the frugal find bug. But even more than that I began to see the value in the vintage treasure. Just last month I choked up over missing out on a pair of vintage leather disco boots circa 1975. Verklempt doesn't even begin to cover it.
I did however stroll out with a seriously old leather concho bracelet from an authentic dealer, a crazy maxi skirt to carry on the craze and an off.the.hook. detailed leather belt that the Chef swears came off the pants of some tiny man in Mexico. I'll take the man's belt and give him $9. Yes - $9. I later saw a similar belt in a very "cool" hipster hangout for...wait for it...$140.
Here's to a slow moving, relaxing weekend. I think we could all use one of those.
Onward and upward to the weekend dear readers. This has been the week from Friday the 13th and I, for one, am relieved to see it end. On the agenda for this weekend is the local flea market. Count back to a year ago and there is no way you would have heard me waxing on for a flea market find. Every time I went all I could see was bobblehead Garfields and more dirty old cups than I'd care to count. Then about 6 months ago I started meandering through without an agenda to see what I could see. Low and behold it all began to make sense. I began to actually see the goods that were there. Somewhere out there my mother weeps with glory. Her daughter has caught the frugal find bug. But even more than that I began to see the value in the vintage treasure. Just last month I choked up over missing out on a pair of vintage leather disco boots circa 1975. Verklempt doesn't even begin to cover it.
I did however stroll out with a seriously old leather concho bracelet from an authentic dealer, a crazy maxi skirt to carry on the craze and an off.the.hook. detailed leather belt that the Chef swears came off the pants of some tiny man in Mexico. I'll take the man's belt and give him $9. Yes - $9. I later saw a similar belt in a very "cool" hipster hangout for...wait for it...$140.
Can you imagine that little hint of tiger/leopard at bottom??
Ran off with this baby for about $10. Coupled with a tank, mad beaded necklaces,
belt, and my studded sandals (seen here) it'll be off the hippie chain on a hot summer night.
Check the sunrise detail - it's a horizon shot all around the belt, and the
leather/concho bracelet came straight off a Native American reserve in New Mexico.
leather/concho bracelet came straight off a Native American reserve in New Mexico.
Cut to Sunday and you will find me with the concho bracelet dealer and his wife. They are the absolute best of the best and have been scoping things out for me for the past month. It's been too long and I can't wait to see them *insert flea market fever*. My wallet is ready, I'm thoroughly stressed out from work and the mail stealing neighbor (see twitter), and it's time for a flea market find. Wish me luck people!!
If you have yet to take in a flea market or pull the trigger and make a purchase I couldn't encourage you more. Set a spending limit you won't regret and dive in. I've worn this belt almost every day for the past month...best $9 I've ever spent.
Here's to a slow moving, relaxing weekend. I think we could all use one of those.
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