Dance till you drop. Or your face meets someone's elbow.

Ska is Dead IV proved that, contrary to popular belief, ska is alive and kicking. Scratch that—skanking.

I haven’t danced through an entire show in years. Today I woke up with a sore back and a partially bruised and swollen eye. Oh, the glories of the pit.

Today, partly because of my exhaustion, I did not accomplish much. I paid my electric bill (woo-hoo!) and ran a few errands.

I decided to try the bareMinerals Mineral Veil Buffering Brush from Ulta. This line of make-up has single-handedly cleared up my skin in less than two weeks. I don’t care if it’s pricey, it’s worth it. However, it is a huge pain to carry around. So far, this little brush seems to work perfectly.

I also went to TJ Maxx to check out discounted home items. I snagged a great, and gigantic, casserole dish, a few Hello Kitty blown glass Christmas ornaments, holiday cards and an early gift for my mother.

After, Ricky and I grabbed dinner and ended up watching movies at the guys’ house. All around, it was a fun, but non-productive, day.

Hence I am now working on some pieces for The Eye of the Storm.

As pictured in my previous post, I recently snagged a sweatshirt-material motorcycle jacket. I had been looking for one just like it for months; it seemed they were only available in unflattering colors or at ridiculous prices. But lucky me! I was wandering Target, killing time, and spotted one left in my size. When I brought it to the register, I was informed it was 25% off. The woman in front of me, while collecting her bags, even congratulated me on my smart shopping skills while I jumped for joy.

The elbow to the eye from last night is staring to hurt again. Perhaps it’s time I caught up on my sleep.

Get ready, get set.

Leftover Crack is blaring on the record player.
I'm hyped up on coffee.
My purse is small and holds only the necessities.

There must be a show tonight!


Jacket, Converse One Star; Shirt, Dylan's; Belt, vintage; Skirt, H&M; Boots, my old riding boots.

Ska is Dead IV, featuring Voodoo Glow Skulls, The Toasters and Mustard Plug, is tonight at Off Broadway. Tommy should be here soon, and then we're off.

Nothing beats a great show.

"I remember Hallooweeeeennnn.."

Halloween this year was fantastic. Ricky and I dressed up as Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz… from beyond the grave!

The costumes were relatively inexpensive. We found my dress ($14) and his tuxedo jacket ($45), both vintage, on The Loop, and I hand-sewed the apron. Everything else we already owned.

The party was hilarious, and the entire evening was a total ball. But now Halloween has passed, and it is time to start planning Thanksgiving.

My first dinner party was last year’s Thanksgiving. I was very proud of how everything turned out, excluding the mashed potatoes on my ceiling that thankfully no one noticed. I plan on making this year’s event bigger and better; a larger bird, more side dishes, and homemade desserts. I’m ecstatic.

We’ve been cleaning the apartment from top to bottom in preparation for such a large gathering. I’m finally getting rid of my junk drawers (and junk boxes and junk bags and junk piles..) and installing real organization systems into our lives. The place is starting to really come around.

In doing all of this cleaning, we’ve also realized we do not need to buy disposable lighters until 2011, at the earliest. So far we’ve found approximately fifteen, and there is still a bedroom and a closet to clean. Ha!
But for now, we are relaxing. Tonight is a night of Instant Netflix marathons and staying in our pajamas. Speaking of which, I had better get back to "work."

Tasty Treats & Three of a Kind

A mixture of copy editing, poker, working at the bookstore, baking, tutoring on campus, Mad Men and newspaper layout overtook my last week. But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel—the paper will be out tomorrow. And on the plus side, I managed to become pretty damn great at poker, semi-addicted to Mad Men and a few dollars richer.

Last night we all hung out, playing cards and watching the Food Network, aka the only channel that makes me miss cable. I made Beth a batch of low-calorie, yet totally scrumptious, Halloween-themed birthday cupcakes.



Low-Calorie Yellow Cupcakes with Chocolate Frosting..

• 1 box Pillsbury Moist Supreme Reduced Sugar Classis Yellow Cake Mix
• 3 eggs
• 1/3 cup applesauce
• 1 cup water
• 1/2 container (or less!) Pillsbury Creamy Supreme Reduced Sugar Chocolate Fudge Frosting

By replacing normal cake mixes and frostings with ones from the Reduced Sugar line, using a small amount of delicious frosting (as opposed to a large amount of decorative icing) and substituting applesauce for cooking oil, the calories were drastically cut. Now that’s sweet.

Saint Louis Fashion Week - Surface

My sincerest apologies for not updating sooner. Apparently my previous week and a half has caught up with me in the form of the cold from hell. After 36 hours of sleep and a gallon of orange juice, I think I’m doing just fine.


Vest, BDG.; Skirt, H&M; Shirt, Forever Twenty-One; Jewelry, vintage.

Saturday’s show at Fashion Week was wonderful. Due to ride issues, I took a taxi into the city and hung out at the Lumière coffee shop, Peet’s, until the before party started. I enjoyed my last evening of free hors d'oeuvres and Borbas, which I am seriously now addicted to and wishing they weren’t insanely overpriced. I managed to snag a few brief interviews, asking all how the designs shown this week could transition for college students.

Tinypants, the men’s designer and sales/marketing director of Love Brigade, recommended the versatility and comfort of jersey-knit onesies. “You could throw a jacket over it and dress it up.”

Allyce King, head designer of Allyce King Designs and DIY Style, encouraged more college students to sew their own clothing. She explained the costs of making a jacket from scratch as opposed to buying one brand new. She also recommended “a lot of exposed zippers. All you have to do is slap it on and stitch around it.”

Jeff Stevens, TRIM partner, explained how each piece of TRIM clothing has a piece of interior fabric from a vintage car. “Bringing back vintage styles, mixing and mashing it up,” said Stevens, while giving his style advice. “What’s the next thing?”

I also ran around like a crazy person with business cards, networking myself to death in a final attempt to take advantage of the wonderful situation. Fashion and journalism have a lot in common; it’s all about selling yourself.

The show, Surface, included designers Skif, Wrath Aracane and Nice Collective. Skif’s designers reminded me of the occasional sweaters you can find on one of my guy friends; a bit tattered, thin and worn, loosely knit. The oversized, drapey garments were paired with large 1980s-themed jewelry. The entire look was rather homeless-hippie-chic, and reminded me of resort-wear in winter.





Wrath Aracane’s designs were practical and wearable; they were casual comfort with a slight twist. For example, my favorite piece was a men’s button down shirt with a black stripe going down the chest. It was like a mock skinny tie. Their pieces also included double pockets and necklines, which I really liked.



Nice Collective seemed to mainly include natural colors in unnatural fibers, such as a soft white cotton top mixed with black shiny plastic-looking bottoms. The collection included a lot of dark seersucker and angled pockets. The overall effect was oversized military casual.





Since then, I have been asleep. I guess I knew somewhere in the back of my head that living like this couldn’t last forever. Sleeping when I can and getting 75% of my daily vitamins and minerals from black coffee can only last so long.

In my hazy, cold-medicine state, I was able to realize something of the upmost importance. Thinking I’m going back to my real life of working and studying all God damn day is a terrible way to look at things. Who says this wasn’t real life? Maybe if I keep kicking my way to the top, this will be nothing more than the average work week.

I love my life.

Saint Louis Fashion Week - Emerge (Pt. 2)

Last night's show was, to say the least, spectacular.

I did not have a ticket for the show, meaning I would have to stand in the media pit. They were still for sale, but I couldn't justify spending that much money to sit for an hour, as opposed to standing and seeing the same thing for free.

But apparently it was my lucky day.

I got to the before party a little late. Of course, MLK bridge was shut down earlier this week, making going from Illinois to the Landing quite a joy. Once I arrived, I grabbed a Borba at the bar (seriously, I don't care if they clear my skin, they're delicious) and wandered the STL Craft Mafia booths. I picked up a pair of beautiful metal flower earrings and a small coffee cup and saucer ring. After, I decided to run to the powder room and then head up to the show.

To my surprise, in the powder room, next to the sink, lay a single ticket. I looked around, and no one was there. I picked it up and noticed it was for tonight's show, and it was front row.

However, I'm not that asshole who can just find something and call it my own. So I took it back to the ticket sales desk. That's where I was told "You snooze, you lose. It's yours."

Sitting in the front row was a different expierence, but definetly one I enjoyed. Espically because I fell a little in love with one of last night's designers, and being front row made my lusting a little more understandable.

The show began with TRIM, a rockabilly-meets-mechanic brand. The occasional woman's outfit that was shown featured skin tight jeans and pomped up hair. The men wore somewhat tight, straight leg jeans with a single cuff at the bottom, and either a western or a work shirt.



Next was Love Brigade. For the most part I enjoyed their collection, but I found some of it to be a little too free spirited for me.



And saved for last was Bolongaro Trevor, aka my new favorite brand. The show was paired with songs from The Sex Pistols and David Bowie, to name a few. It featured muted burgondeys, greys, plums and navys. There were countless additions of stripes, plaids and gold accents. I was also very impressed by the men's suit jackets, which feautured new and slighly odd straps and bands thrown in.













Neither Ricky nor Mitch nor Beth won anything at the casino last night. We still went out celebrating, and grabbed dinner at The Burger Bar. I had the most delicious coffee milkshake of my life, and will have to fight myself on getting another one.

Tonight is the final show, Surface, featuring Skif, Wrath Arcane and Nice Collective.

What to wear, what to wear..

Saint Louis Fashion Week - Emerge (Pt. 1)

Dress, Lark & Wolff; Necklace, made myself; Bracelet, Marc Jacobs; Bangle, vintage; Watch, Merona; Belt, Forever Twenty One.

Tonight's show is Emerge, featuring Trim, Love Brigade, and Bolongaro Trevor. It should be fun, espically since Ricky, Mitch and Beth are coming to gamble.

Dinner after? Hopefully.