H is for high-waist and hypocrite. meh.

 shoes: steve madden. pants & shirt: thrifted. belt: forever21. turquoise bracelet: Burntsiena Designs. all other jewelry: don't recall. flower hairclip: downeast basics.

Photos taken by my 6- and 5-year-old kids. Enough said. 

High-waist it up, dudes. And pleats to boot. Two things I deplore in mens pantswear, yet I throw these babies on with gusto and wear them happily. Some would call that hypocritical. Some also say that p-nut m&ms shouldn't be consumed on the daily and that getting four Jane Austen movies from the library would be borderline "obsessive." Ooops. Stitch me up a red-letter H, I guess.

So. Jumping-off point for today's ensemble was these pants, which I haven't worn since I thrifted them a couple of months ago in a fit of glee and a dance of joy in the aisle of D.I. (taking my chances that the security cameras, if any, were turned away from that particular spot in the store at that particular moment). Needed a fitted shirt to balance the voluminous-ness of the pants. Throw on some wedges (because it's spring...kind of) and random jewelry. Done and done.

As for the hair you see above: I dunno, guys. Not sold on it, although it was pretty easy to do, and it's off my neck without being in a ponytail. Man, I need a haircut. Bad. For every hair root in my scalp, there are about 18 split ends. Which is so pretty, I know. What can I say, I'm that kind of girl.

Know what else kinda girl I am? The kind who makes her kids eat their vegetables at dinner then sneaks ice cream with her husband after said kids' bedtime. Heh. Judge me.

Happy Thursday.

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 shoes: american eagle outfitters. boyfriend watch & purse: target. everything else: thrifted/vintage.

Although these sweet pants are not as high-waisted as I would've hoped, they still have oodles of potential. As long as I'm shooting to become a magazine salesman. Or newspaper delivery girl. Or waif on the street earning m'self a nickel to buy a moldy crust of bread to take home to my family. Like I said. Oodles of potential.

Actually, I was inspired by many of you in your thrifting endeavors and decided to embark upon my own thrift-store adventure over the weekend. I found this red woven three-piece number amongst the dresses. Sad, lonely, and crying for someone--anyone--to take them home. Not typically drawn to orphaned things, I couldn't resist these guys. I think it was the pleats in the pants. And the $5-takes-all tag.

In the future, I'll probably split the ensemble up a bit, but since it's the last day before 30 for 30, and since these aren't going to make the cut this go-round, I just had to pull a trifecta of homemade newsieness. And fast.

[Editor's note: Did any of you see that movie years ago? Newsies? I pretty much had the thing memorized and never got over how badly I wanted to live on the streets on and around New York or Brooklyn at the time. Because I'm pretty sure the movie was absolutely positively non-fiction, based-on-the-truth-the-whole-truth-and-nothing-but. Especially where they broke out into choreographed song & dance every 2 seconds. Yep. I guess that's just how things were back then.]

So. Pants, shirt, vest, cap. Everything matches. Which is kind of a no-no in my book, but I couldn't resist. Just this once. Throw on an oversized gold watch (real gold, guys. Totally. Amazing what you can get at Target for $12.99) (okay, FINE, not real. at all. but still. It's spray-painted something fierce.) and a subtle necklace just because I wanted to think that I contributed SOMEthing. 

Welp, that's me today. I'm off to sell some papes. Or eat some cakes. One of the two. But don't worry. The promised 30 for 30 post is coming tonight. [Editor's note: Does it seem like I'm procrastinating? How intuitive of you. I'm still having a hard time committing fully and absolutely on a couple of pieces. Ahh! The pressure!]

Happy Monday. 

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