Noble Beast.

Ughh, it's been weeks since I've lasted posted anything. But don't fret, legions of admirers - I did nothing more than pitch a tent on the couch, drown my sorrows in tea, and listen to Andrew Bird. Nobody likes to talk to somebody like that.

(*.*)

In fact, I haven't left the house in two weeks. Sad? Absolutely. So today (wednesday?), exhausted of sad, I got dressed and wandered around the house, pretending that I was Alice in the rabbit hole.

"This is getting curioser and curioser."

Also, belatedly: Happy God-damned Valentines Day. The scourge of my endless grey years. Yak yak yak.

"Am I crotchety??" I ask myself.

And then I resist the temptation to answer.

Hat: Knitted by devoted Mother

Skirt: DKNY

Sunglasses: Marc Jacobs

Belt: Thrifted

Scarf: Thrifted

Tank/dress: Urbannnn

If you couldn't tell, my camera is incapable of taking photographs that are not blurry, streaky, or surreal. Not a big problem, unless you're trying to start a fashion blog. Ahem.

*cough, cough*

I've tried forty-five different settings, and it's getting decidedly worse.

So if anyone knows how to take nice clear pictures without that drab grey washed-out look, I'm all ears.

It's a Nikon Coolpix S6.

Lovely camera.

Terrible photos.

Ahh, I forgot to list my shoes, which I love.

Shoes: Juicy Couture.

I just found these in Marshalls with about four inches of mark-down tags on the sole.

Twenty some bucks.

Yaaayy.

I wanna be a contortionist.

Now.

Alright, I lied. I did go out of the house once. Thrifting. And I happened to find a Canadian boiled wool plaid blazer with golden maple leaf buttons and a pair of red leather high-top sneakers (which I will surely someday post pictures of).

And Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

And a book titled: Head-Hunting in the Solomon Islands.

Hehe.

I hope it's non-fiction.

*rubs evil hands together*

Alas, nothing much is happening in Cait-country.

I'm filling out art school applications.

Doing art history.

Being an artist.

La la la.

I hope things are more interesting for my next post titled: The Workings of an Evil Genius.

If not, I may have to change the name.

Buggar.

Juliardian - like Freudian?

So I know this sounds weird, but let’s face it – I am weird. I’ve been thinking a lot about tutus lately. You know, tutus. White and pink, frothy and foamy, lacy and ethereal - sometimes with bows. Tutus. Worn by ballerinas, dolls, and hip little Japanese girls who I cannot even begin to emulate. Tutus. The uniform/costume/wardrobe staple of my dreams.

Like this:

And this:

I wonder if I could sew my own...? Strips of frothy tulle, of any color, laid together and sewn to a silk band, which ties at my back. Or laces up. I'd have to wear leggings. Or fishnets. And my patent leather jacket. I ran the idea past my sister, and she said; "It's gonna make your ass look thhiiisssssss biiiigggggggg." And I said; "It iiiissssssssssss that biiiiggggggggggg." I was unsatisfied, so I asked my Mother, and she said; "That's nice Honey." And I said; "Aww, thanks Ma. I thought you were gonna tell me how fat it would make me look." Then, from the kitchen she grunts; "I was thinkin' it!"

Thus my inspiration withered in the fierce light of their criticism - I shall have to make one in the privacy of my room, and wear it everyday to humiliate them. All in all, a win-win situation. For me.

Okay, a short post today. It's five A.M. and I'm beat.

Ta.

Hello for now.

Goodbye for later.

Ta.

And With That..

I give you something fun to look at - a real goal for the people-pleaser in me (hahahhh, mini-me indeed!) This is my outfit for the day (my camera reeks of failure, apologies):

Dress: Free People

Scarf: Thrifted

Sweater: Juicy Couture

Leggings: Cheap Shtufff

Boots: Vivienne Westwood

In a roundabout way, this outfit reminds me of the Artful Dodger—pickpocket idealism? Sort of slouchy and colorful and easy to wear. Actually, I just watched Oliver—maybe that’s the basis of the whole Artful Dodger bit. Hummm. I have a romantic heart.
The beading on the dress is really stunning—it’s too bad it’s too cold to go without bulky bundlage. You’d like it. Very shnazzayyy. I don’t know—I felt like the outfit needed something. Maybe a hat? We’ll have to think on it. I have a nice vintage violet fedora - I'll have to take a picture.
On another note: I just heard a great new band, about a week ago, called The Tallest Man on Earth. A Swedish folk singer (Kristian Matsson) who sounds almost unbnearably old-school, old-west American. My particular favorite song was 'Walk the Line.' This is a general pleaser. It pleased my country/rap sister, my hip-hop/reggae/pop-punk best friend, my Creedence Clearwater Revival mother, and my strange self. Imagine! Upon first listen, you feel like you've heard it a million times. Crazy. It's on my playlist on the blog - check it.

Until next time.

The Weird, Lovely, and Insane.

So this is my first blog, and I would like to introduce myself and welcome you to my strange, oft-bizarre, wordy and half-obnoxious little world. My name is Cait and I'm from Jersey. I won't be offended if anyone feels the need to call it Dirty Jersey - I too feel the need. I aspire to be a novelist (fiction!!) and that ambitious little project seems to have overrun my life. I used to want to be a gold-panner - I'm not sure if this is an improvement or not. At least it's a little more sophisticated (not that I like that sort of thing, per se). I'm a sophmore in college going for my associate's in literature. Then I will be a freshmen in college going for my bachelor's in literature. And on and on until I die a slow and painful death by word/test/intelligence/credibility asphyxiation. Bury me with my degrees. haha.

Sooo.

I'm hard put to wonder if anyone cares that I feel like sharing my thoughts on fashion, art, literaure, food, hat collections, irony, idiocy, and other shtufff, but my curiosity has overcome my better judgment - I want to write it down anyway. I hope you will be moved. If not moved, at least entertained. If not entertained, at least disgusted. I'm not picky.

In a nutshell:

Likes:

1. Llamas
2. Gypsies
3. Silk
4. Leather
5. Studs
6. Wool
7. Cashmere
8. Henry Holland
9. Circus freaks
10. Vintage
11. Unicycles
12. Punk rock shows
13. Stuff cut up with scissors
14. Shoooeesssss
15. Purple
16. African Serval cats
17. Napoleon
18. Banjos
19. Joanna Newsom
20. Driving
21. Alice in Wonderland
22. Photography

Dislikes:

1. Ochre
2. Spray tans
3. Bitches
4. Superiority
5. The word "Schism"
6. Whatever else I feel like disliking
   

Goodbye for now.

Hello for later.

Cait.