|you've got to stop and smell the roses|
My mom painted/embroidered/bedazzled this denim shirt in the late 60's; because she is a packrat, she never gave it away -- but I never saw her wear it either. This shirt has hung in at least seven different closets in its lifetime, and it even survived a fire. I helped my mom move to Mississippi about a year ago. She had this shirt packed, but it never made it out of my car -- I decided to bring it home with me, where it could get the love it deserves. My mom probably hasn't even noticed it's missing. Good thing she doesn't know what a blog is.
My favorite parts of this shirt are the strawberry on the collar and the random metal cross on the side. (My mom is like an OG goth -- I am not kidding you when I say her favorite pastimes include strolling through cemeteries, watching Vincent Price movies, and dying her hair with Manic Panic. She is 61 years old, by the way.) Of course, the rose on the back is also lovely (did you notice the little embroidered bee near my left shoulder?) and coordinated nicely with my jumper.
Jumper from Rue 21. Shoes from Target. Vintage denim shirt. Vintage necklaces.
In other news, issue six of my zine is ready to go!
My zines are cut-and-paste per-zines that feature random writings about my life, DIY tutorials, and recipes. This issue also has instructions for the Twin Peaks drinking game Addison and I made up. If you would like a copy, come on over to my etsy shop.
I have to take some fries out of the oven now. (I almost forgot about them!) See you later!