Weekend Travel.

This weekend, my sweetay and two of our friends loaded into a van and drove six, snowy hours to Chicago, mostly to see Les Savy Fav.

image via Brooklyn Vegan

Tim Harrington loves yellow, but has trouble keeping it on.

The show started at 10pm on Saturday night, so we had a whole day to fill-- at my sweetay's suggestion, we poked around some vintage stores, with the added surprise of tracking down a vintage gown he'd found online! Sometimes I wonder, "Where the hell did I get this dude from?" And then I say to myself, "Who cares? All I know is I'm not letting him go back!"

These two were clear winners-- le sigh! Spaghetti straps are too thin for my bustliness, and strapless gowns seem a bit dated to me. These are modestly pretty, and also my exact size. Unfortunately, they were already sold by the time we go to the shop. However, I did come away having learned two important things: a) If you see something you like, jump on it like it's a ball pit on a trampoline, and b) ladies who deal in vintage wedding gowns are bat sh*t crazy. Like, lipstick-on-the-teeth, spirals-for-pupils crazy. I say this with love.

So, while I didn't come away with a dress, the next place we hit up yielded the most perfect wedding style shoes:


These $12 beauts were found at Hollywood Mirror, your average graffiti-walled, vintage store-cum-costume outlet. With clear vamps and acrylic heels, gold soles, and gold bejeweled hotness at the toe, these pristine 1950's era slingbacks-- in a perfect size 8.5 no less, are too damn good to be true.

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Starting off on the right foot...

Tomorrow is the first day of my last quarter at school. Texts are yet to be bought, my bookbag lies wan and flaccid in the corner. Tomorrow's schedule is an afterthought; tonight I'm obsessed with wonderfully weird shoes.

HauntedAttics

The shoe version of an extraordinarily classy mullet: Minimalist and pointy in front, Indiana Jones'-style plunder in back.

AvantGarb

"The designer's Martian, you know, but he has such a keen feel for the human foot."

Irregular Choice

Kite-flying, picnics, cotton candy, extra-huge teacups and one crazy-insane haberdasher.

AvantGarb

Get this-- the heel is actually a wheel. Something about these shoes has me fantasizing about winning a particularly cunning poker game in Vegas. As I rake in my winnings, I address the table from over my dark sunglasses: "That's how I roll." A twisted, knowing smile fades as quickly as it appeared.

Now that I've got all this off my chest, let me get my head back in the game. I'll start by packing a lunch for myself to take tomorrow, as part of my one and only New Year's Resolution. I don't typically take much stock in New Year's Resolutions; I think they prevent people from trying to change on an ongoing basis. Disbeliever that I am, I managed to make this one New Year's Resolution this year, though: to rely more on the power of groceries and my cooking, and less on restaurants and take-out.

All you want...

If all you want for Christmas is a pair of vintage shoes, damnit, you're in luck! Yours truly has just finished listing a few things in her etsy store.





And speaking of all you're wanting for Christmas, I may lose a few points with some of you now, but all I want is to hear this damn song-- but it must be out of style this season; I haven't heard it once! The shame...