Winter Vibes

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Polaroids

I looked through my old Polaroid collection and thought it might be fun to share some pictures of my style transformations over the years.

Above you can see that I was a pretty damn cool kid. Look at me rocking that red nightgown! (I called it my "Mrs. Claus dress.") You can also see that I got to meet my idol Barney (although I remember being so pissed off because he was the wrong shade of purple). And I really wish I still had that Batman tshirt and that dino sweater (in my size, of course; I don't think those exact articles of clothing would fit me anymore).

This is me at age 17. I wish I still had this Smiths shirt, too, but I wore it until it got holes in it. Don't ask me why I was wearing two belts, I still don't know the answer to that.

Here I am at age 20, in Charlotte, NC. I covered this dude's face because I'm not sure how he would feel about the fact that there is photographic evidence of us together. Having short hair is fun and cuts shower time in half.

And since I'm being nostalgic, this dress is what I wore to my senior prom five years ago.

Rue 21 jacket. Ancient hoodie and tights. Thrifted button-up shirt. Jessica McClintock dress.

The Room

Addison and I moved from the basement to a room upstairs (which is much warmer and cozier), so I thought I would share some pictures of our new room. Enlarge to see more detail.

After taking this picture of me, Addison said, "Here is your shoegaze album cover, courtesy of your drunk photographer."

Rue 21 jacket and skirt. Ancient hoodie. Thrifted bow shirt. Wal-mart boots.

Geeks Do Not Have Pedigrees

I have no clue what we were looking at here.

The weather outside today was perfect for playing fetch with Chewey, even though he isn't very good at that game. He tends to look in the wrong place for the stick, then get distracted and run back to me like he's expecting me to throw something else for him. Silly dog. He should stick to what he's good at, like dancing and doing flips. Maybe fetch is just too basic for him.

Thrifted cardigan and shorts. Rue 21 hairbow, shirt, and tights. Wal-mart boots.

 

Zombie Walk Revisited

Here are a few more photos from Chattanooga Zombie Walk on Saturday.

Don't mind Ginger, she's just licking herself, that's all.

Zombie Walk

Occupy Chattanooga . . . with ZOMBIES.

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my darling boyfriend

Today Addison, his brothers Brett and Christopher, our friend Steve, and I all went to Zombie Walk in Chattanooga. Roaming around downtown Chattanooga with a bunch of strangers dressed as zombies was probably the most fun I've ever had. Unsuspecting passersby laughed, took pictures, and/or screamed and hid their children as we passed. Brett (in the top hat in the first picture) was hilariously in character, and everyone's costumes were great. Zombie Walk might not be a movement like SlutWalk or Occupy Wall Street, but I still think we made a difference in people's lives today.

DIY shirt. Thifted skirt. Wal-Mart Halloween tights and boots. Dollar Tree necklace. Rue 21 hairbow and bra.

Addison's full costume and his shirt drying in the sun.

"Heineken?! Fuck that shit! Pabst! Blue! Ribbon!"

Addison took these pictures of me (because I told him he had to if he wanted me to give him a cigarette) in our bedroom. I really like these red curtains. 

Rue 21 jacket. Ancient hoodie. Batman pins were a gift from my dad. T-shirt was stolen from a friend who stole it from her sister. Thrifted skirt. Hard Candy "Night Out" lipstick. Pabst Blue Ribbon.