fashion post!  I am feeling happily consumptive today, after spending a little time in Los Feliz yesterday.  While sometimes it's just all too miserable blah blah whine whine to think of such things, yesterday was a hypomanic glee.  I went shopping.  I DID.  I rarely if ever do, but I went to Ozziedots, Goodwill and Skylight, and found things I'm really happy with.

What is it about vintage Betsey Johnson?  Katie mocks me for being a label whore, but her clothes have just the right amount of stretch and whimsy.  There's three frocks in my closet from various thrifting trips that bear this label, and I really enjoy them.  Her current jewelry line is a bit overkill on the bows and leopard prints, try to avoid that one.  But there's a denim blazer that I've had since, oh, I think, 2002, soft fabric but fitted and puff-sleeved and sharp angled lapels.  It was one a staple of my disco nights.

I like dresses in soft, stretchy fabric that can be worn over leggings. Sweater-dresses, especially. Will leggings die?  Yes, of course they will, and they will go the way that skinny jeans seem to be drifting.  That's okay.  I enjoy them now.

Other things.  These boots:  Love them.  Waiting for them to arrive from modcloth.

In other non-fashion-related news, Giblets got a bath.  He was not pleased, but went with it.  To quote Ms. Katie Jacobson:

Giblets came into our lives this February a dirty, assertive rabbit. He was, to quote Giblets himself, "four pounds of tough bun." His fur was matted and urine-stained from his time on the mean streets, where he is rumored to have run with the 49th street Crips. Upon arriving here at the treehouse, he quickly began to defend the territory as his own, pouncing on and terrifying the cat.

However, we began to see a slow change in Giblets as his testosterone eventually waned, following his mandatory castration. Now, the cat was the one dominating him, even to such an extent that they had to be separated for Giblets' safety.

Per the doctor's orders, we were not to bathe Giblets. He may have borne the physical grime of the street, but it was clear he was on the road to being a changed rabbit.

Then, the day finally came when Giblets could get the stitches removed from his former testicles. We returned home and prepared for Giblets' final step toward domestication.

The photos you see here represent the culmination of a rough but ultimately successful journey. We are all very proud of Giblets, and hope you are as well.

Location: The W.C.

Note the echos of pulp juvenile delinquent.

Photo by Erica Jackson

On a totally different subject, my desires for spats and rompers have been realized!

These shoes here were the light of my small, pitiful, sea urchin in a tunnel of filth sort of fashion perspective.  They shone gloriously until last night, when I stomped too hard on the porch steps and accidentally ripped the spat from the sole.

Alas!  Alack I say!  Hopefully it can be repaired.

In other news, I have been searching for a romper that will fit my fat ass and not make me look like a slutty toddler.  This was actually realized (perhaps not the latter) in a moment of retail therapy with Urban Outfitters.

I am well aware that a romper is an ephemeral trendoid that I will probably look back upon in a decade with the same shock and shame best used for hot pink spandex armlets or that eerie period when I was refashioning t-shirts into clubwear with liberal sequin appliques.

Whatever, all this aside, I love my romper!  I am not ashamed!  I am 33 and (obvs) don't look as good in it as the model in the picture, but whatever.  It's comfy, it's stretchy, it's black and ruffly, it fits my ample trunk junk and makes me want to do cartwheels in dewy grass.

too bad it's November.

Several things, this morning. I'm waiting to go to the REDCAT MFA Writer's Showcase, followed by Mommy Mommy. Possibly between that we'll stop by Tucker Neel's art opening, or possibly Hot Dogs and Hats by Karaoke Fever.

It will all depend on how much can be done in a day, a day dominated by public transit.

But at the moment, drinking coffee and picking a blemish on my face, my dominant thought is - is 32 too old to wear a romper?

I have also been obsessed with sandals that come down like little spats.

things they might have been filming last night

• rock of love
• alcohol commercial
• straight to DVD movie starring David Hasselhoff
• low-budget porn
• tourism ad for neighborhood boosting committee
• educational anti-drunk driving video
• advertisement for American Apparel's "black T"

fashions I regret wearing

• pants so low they reveal panties
• thongs
• severely assymmetrical bobs
• bizarre ear-like hairdos
• shoulder pads
• slouch socks
• wearing star stickers on my face
• drawing a star on my hand every day
  
• star tattoos
• grandmother's petticoats
• pants with hangy straps
• scarf around head
• bra-strap headband
• piles of spikes
• bracelets up arm
• emo boys as accessories

Halloween costumes expected this year

• all manner of slutty animals
• flappers
• conceptual art concepts
• boll weevil
• unicorn
• two-person horse
• Sarah Palin
• fried egg a la Gwen Stephani
• more Sarah Palin

okay, enough lists for now.

taking suggestions for other ways to occupy time.

please don't actually email me.

oh, and it's wizard rock, a.k.a wrock. the wizardcore thing. ain't the internet grand?

So here are some things I'm happy about today:

My necklace arrived from modcloth.

It's an octopus.

And my little ratty is getting bigger and bigger.
Her name is Liza...or Little Squishy.