Monday, May 9, 2011

how to.

as graduation from college quickly approaches, i'm doing much soul searching. what am i good at; what will i be; how will i be; what the hell does my future resemble.


carrie: it's so sad; what are we gonna do if we become hobos.

josh: we aren't going to become hobos.

carrie: well what if we do? you never know what's gonna happen.

josh: ok, i'm never going to be a hobo.

carrie: how do you know?

josh: because, just like i know i can be anything i want to be, i also know that i'm not going to be anything i don't want to be. like, a hobo.


this conversation tells me two things. 1. i need to replace "gonna" with "going to" when speaking. is it really that much more of an effort to be grammatically correct? 2. i'm not sure i believe in myself.

so i've recognized my problem--my main handicap. lack of belief in myself. (well, maybe my main handicap is the inability to put together a coherent outfit, but nevermind that.) now onto fixing the problem. of course i turn to the most infallible of resources:

from this i discovered two things: 1. whoever bridgit mendler is, she apparently isn't very trustworthy; so much so that a how-to manual is available on how to go about believing her. and 2. (number two is always more relevant to the actual discussion at hand) apparently other googlers find it difficult to believe in themselves.

why is it that in a country where "anything is possible if you work hard enough," people find it so hard to believe in their ability to do what they want to do?

my friend laura might believe in me more than any person i know. and sometimes i think that if i had half of the faith in myself that she has in me, i could easily soar to where ever i chose to go. she believes in me to the point that it actually brings me to tears. like powerful and wild.

i think i'm broken, not in a poetic way, more in the way that a VCR is broken or my cell phone. some sticky little wire isn't touching some shiney piece of metal that it needs to touch, and i cannot believe in my potential for success. and it isn't a lack of confidence; i do what i do because i believe i'm good at it.

you would think that at the end of this post would be a pretty little conclusion about my new found faith in success...but alas.

that all being said, this isn't supposed to be some emo, self-loathing, black-eyeliner-like-a sad girl-post. just a little thinking. so i'm going to talk about something else to lighten the mood.

1. go 'merica
via solestruck. jeffrey campbell, let's get married.

2. kinda wish the sole was brown and wooden, but still lovely
trippen via solestuck.

3. sometimes i pretend i have retractable claws like a cat.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

feed the

image via
i'm sorry, but don't you dare for one second say that these aren't kinda awesome. espesh considering the source. no, you're right, they aren't perfect, but they are pretty damn neat if you ask me. and you did, didn't you?
i found these while scouring walmart online to try to find at least one more pair of nearly the most perfect shoe i've ever purchased, and certainly the most often worn. if you've hung out with me more than once, i would imagine that you have seen these shoes. josh likes to tell people i shower in them.

the faded glory troy shoe:
image via
sorry revolutionaries and protesters all 'round the world throwing tomatoes at walmart. i bought two pairs of these babies (i prefer the carmel colored ones) for a combined price of < $20, and after a year of concerts, festivals, walking to class, and stumbling around down town (including the shoe-demolition-derby aka SXSW), these shoes have become my inanimate besties--and i'm just now breaking in my second pair!

long live walmart (or at least my wonderful walmart shoes.)

Friday, April 1, 2011

the bell of the eye ball

so after seeing this sea of shoes post, i was inspired to play around with some make up. generally, i'm one to avoid eye make-up (save the occasional sweep of black eyeliner) because i forget i'm wearing it, rub my eyes like a three year-old, and then end up uglier than i would have been had i skipped the eyeliner. yada yada yada. so i saw the post, rushed home put on a sticky thick coat of red lips and started doodling on my eye sockets. i think it went rather well. i'm currently without camera, so i took some cheesy pictures on photo booth :)

attempt one:

this is from when my mouth ate the rest of my face. thought it was funny.

attempt two: 

the first was my favorite. i loved it so much, i'm probably going to wear it tonight while i play air drums and dance at hole in the wall. today has been such a gift--i've had the opportunity to cheelax, which was much needed. i stay busy all the time jocking them haters--somebody's gotta do it. (can someone tell me what "jocking" means? sounds like something i might need to know. oh and if you're wondering why i don't brush my damn hair out of my face, it's because i only did one eye with the second one. being symmetrical is way harder than anticipated.

anyway i just urban dictionary-ed "jocking on haters" and it is telling me that jocking means to either be flirtatious with or imitate. that being said, can anyone tell me why we are jocking haters instead of nice people? maybe it should be "jocking on my buddies" or "jocking on them nice people" or "jocking on them lovers." who's making this shtuff up?!

anyway, i'm off to lounge and watch trashy television in bed.

xoxo&happy trails


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

sorry for partying.

so i made it through an entire spring break/SxSwreck and managed to not take a single picture. "what a worthless human you are," you're thinking.

i beg to differ. to prove it, i give you a list of accomplishments for my sxsw/spring break.

a list of my accomplishments for this sxsw/spring break for the doubting thomas
  • made green goddess pasta to eat on all week
  • worked from home at my day job, waking up EVERY weekday at 7:30 (ok, i may have overslept once. but we'll talk about that when i come up with a brilliant way to blame that mishap on someone else.
  • walked about 30 miles around this beautiful city
  • sipped lukewarm whiskey because it was free
  • acquired a card for a free entree from qdoba, which i'm saving for when my bank account reads like a big ol' goose egg. aka, any minute now.
  • saw a band that was srsly the weirdest shit i've ever seen. (sorry for the potty mouth, but believe me, it fits.) i mean, there was hair dye, wigs, sparkly spandex, erratic movements (dancing?), bds&m, lots of meowing, and face paint à la david bowie. i mean, it was enjoyable, but really pushed my awkwardness toleration limitations.
  • played three shows, made 40 dollhairs, and got rid of quite a few CDs
  • had a conversation with my boyfriend from another life: ALEX EBERT. that shit is true. well, it wasn't exactly a conversation--more just me telling him how inspiring and beautiful he is. during his show with his newest solo project Alexander, he walked off stage--right to me--and we bounced and sang while i stared that hottie down with googley eyes. it was all i could do to keep myself from throwing a bag over his head, kidnapping him to my tiny matchbox house and drawing pictures of his beard and eyes for hours while he played a giant tambourine. wait, what?
  • became the quite the halo efficionado. probably not the ideal content for a fashion blog, but bet your bottom dollar (if you have one) that i was wearing high heels and a floral robe at many points during this activity.
  • "saw" the strokes and bright eyes. 
  • painted my nails like malibu barbie: an OPI hot neon pink with gold glitters on top. 
  • this is serious, brace yourselves beehaas. i assaulted met chace crawford at my boyfriend's band's show in dallas. yes, the smoking hot hottie from gossip girl. wanna know what i said? brace yourself, ladies, 'cause this is deep. ok, so maybe it wasn't the most eloquent of encounters, and maybe i would love for life to give me a do over on this one, but let's be real, you can't win 'em all. tony romo was also there, and i can't believe my boyfriendy didn't kiss him.
                      carrie: "dude, you are living the dream. like seriously. what are you doing?"
                      chace: "blah blah blah" (i don't really remember what he said, let's be honest, we're not exactly listening to the adorbs little kitty, are we?)
                      carrie: "hrrrumph! well, you need to be listening to this band!" [quick, staggery exit stage left]
  • finally, the part i am rrrreally jazzed about. while i was walking through the sticky chaotic mess seeing the strokes, i stumbled upon this little tent selling THE coolest jewelry this side of the mississippi. i chose my purchase from the thrift bin ($5-$25) because i spent all my dollars on drinkies was being thrifty. here is what it is time for you to fall in love with: adina mills design. this beehaa is INCREDIBLE. she uses "spray paint, collage materials, natural minerals, found objects, and sculpture" to create rugged and funky, but feminine and sparkly wearable art." after googling her in a south by hangover haze, i discovered that her looks have been featured in daily candy, the stylish wanderer, italian vogue AND worn by celebs like lindsay lohan and mischa barton. there were so many that i would have sold my boyfriend for, but this is the one i ended up choosing!
poor quality picture, but awesome-ass ring.
the ring in action. featuring my jorts and malibu barbie nails!
go visit and fall in love with adina mills and her designs on facebook, etsy, and her website! aside from being an incredible designer, her spirit radiates goodness and beauty--it's no wonder she produces such picturesque creations! she was even super appreciative when i excitedly told her the next day in a half yell "your ring was my only sensible/responsible purchase for sxsw." i only speak the truth.



Thursday, March 10, 2011

clearly i have a problem.

not only do i have a problem with coveting shoes, but i have a problem in that i am shoe-ing rather than studying for my test that is happening in an hour and a half. but i'm not the only one with problems, people. there may or may not be a couple conceiving a child on the front lawn of my school. this is making me uncomfortable.

but back to what really matters.
joes via solestuck
you really should go check out all of the views on these. kron via solestruck
united nude via solestuck
i wear flats far more often than i post them. but these: worth posting. jeffrey campbell via solestruck.
as carrie b. might say: "hello lover." i need to go for a dance in these shoes. all of 'em. i'm considering posting an ad on craigslist for a sugar daddy. is that inappropriate?

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

life is but a dream

via lula scrapbook by simon macewan

i saw this and immediately decided that i needed to move in here
and wear my irregular choice platforms that are mine in my pretty little dreams
and do cute little fairy dances
and pretend like i'm good in real life.

i'm just an old piece of fool's gold, kitties.

i did a little stalking and found mr. macewan's website here (and followed both of his blogs:). safe to say i'm a fan and you should be, too!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

new shoes!

so i realize that i've been making some pie crust promises as of late (ie. "i'm gonna do a full outfit post this weekend!") but i realllly am going to do a full outfit post and THEN a post on my love of nineties fashion. but i just grabbed these beautifully 90's Lee jeans (from the men's section:) and kick ass chunky black sandals for a grand total of $12! my mother trained me well in the art of junk shopping. (see, bixie? don't say you never taught me anything!) i think these shoes might become part of my everyday life.

new purchases!

Friday, February 25, 2011

it's here, it's here, it's here!!!!!!!

from whence my title, gold door knobs, came. the video is part of Salvo!, the edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros music video mini series that goes along with their debut album.

here is the newest installment, 40 Day Dream,

it won't let me find the here's the link!

enjoy lovers, and happy trails

this post looks boring with no pictures.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

oh what a night

last night was wondrous. i had friends, family, and wonderful music! i couldn't ask for more :) i'm hoping to get my first outfit post done this weekend, but here's a little preview...

taken by miss colquitt...

...who also wrote this little story about me to use as an example for the bebes she teaches. who would have thought i would make a good example for chil'ens?!

"It was a sweltering summer day in a tiny Texas town. Cows and horses on every farm were hiding from the sun under big oak trees. All of a sudden a red convertible came speeding down the dirt road. The driver had curly, messy brown hair and was wearing bright red lipstick. She was decked out in leopard clothing. It's no mistake, Carrie was back in town."

xoxo and happy trails

ps. just saw these on modcloth.
who's buyin'?
via modcloth

for real this time, xo and happy trails; gotta go feign attentiveness.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

gotta have it.

you know, it's a hard life for a poor college student. i need to find a way to spin these shoes into a necessity rather than a luxury. if you have any big ideas PLEASE let me know. xoxo

via jeffrey campbell website

also, tomorrow is calliope musicals' big night! @emo's. 11pm. free cd. why not.
 i got some very shiny, very cute, and very ladylike threads for the occasion and some mighty high sparkly platforms. they (the shoes) really enjoy falling down when they've been drinking, so i'm in charge of taming the damn things for the night. so please, don't buy my shoes any drinks.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

a little illeism for the lady.

so i'm in this band...and i hate to release little shameless, plug-buzzing mosquitoes in your ears, but i'm going to suppress my hatred and do it anyway.

{{{{if you would like to assume our greatness, skip all my b.s., and save yourself 10 minutes of reading, here is your chance to just buy the damn tickets and come see us. the rest of you crazies keep on reading.}}}}

my band is called calliope musicals, and we are the best band in the universe pretty-cute and funny. our music is cheery, fun, and upbeat, and since we can't get any other bloggers to unleash flowery blandishments about us, it looks like i'm going to have to do this shit myself.

here's a little story about how the musicals and i came to call ourselves a band. most of what follows is slightly true:

      Calliope Musicals began as the musical love child of singers Carrie Fussell and Philadelphian Matt Roth (affectionately known by native-Texan Carrie as “Yankee”). In search of organic peace in a world of electronic wahs and be-bops, the two recorded “Red Balloon” in Matt’s studio apartment in 2008. Their chemistry was undeniable, and their passion for the music gave them an instant friendship. After attending a life changing performance by Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros together at 2009’s SXSW and dancing holes into the soles of their shoes, they knew that there was no choice but to pursue a musical career together...
      In search of “general merrymakers,” the two happened upon Craig “The Funk” Finkelstein: vibraphone player extraordinaire. Never having heard of a vibraphone, the two immediately decided the instrument (as well as the Funk himself), should become an indispensable part of the band. Although Craig was sure he had found his niche as the top seller at a local kissing booth, he decided to give the Musicals a shot, and after rocking the wigs off of Carrie and Matt with his dingy-blinging vibra-riffs, it was love at first sight. And so they happily bumbled along as a three-piece band of misfits...
     Meanwhile, everyone knows the “spine is the bass line,” and with no spine to hold them up, the band was simply a floppy, spineless, noodle band. Deciding that this was unacceptable, the Musicals challenged another local band to a duel. The prize? The wickedest bass player in all the land: Ben Aiken. Needless to say, because the duel was judged on good looks, dance moves, and all-around excellence, the Musicals won Ben Aiken and his magnificent bass playing abilities, despite his adamant claim that “he was not a prize to be won.”     Finally the Fantastic Four became five (which makes the comic book reference irrelevant) when they discovered Mike Fargnolli, who had formerly been the most talented pasta maker in Spaghettio Land. People of the land came from miles around not only to eat his tasty noodles, but to listen to the rhythmic stylings of Flam-Bam Fargnolli. Apparently after cooking, Flam-Bam himself would repurpose his pasta pots into a drum set and play along with an old Rush tape, blowing listeners’ minds (and ear drums, alike) with his dynamite drumming. The Musicals, being the avid pasta eaters (and Rush fans) that they are, kidnapped Flam-Bam from his noodle-y nook and recruited him as the drum-master. Interestingly enough, this made the band once again--in a whole new way--a noodle band!
      So now, though the Calliope Musicals are still a band of misfits, they’re happiest misfits you’ve yet to see. The music makes them happy, makes them alive, and makes them free. And it’s rumored that when you listen to their music, you can instantly become a part of their happy, free, and alive world. The new and current line-up of the Musicals gives their once pure folk sound a faint tinge of rock and roll, and indie vibes mixed with a little bit of almost every genre out there creates a sound totally unique to this band. Their live performances have an energy that puts them in a league above most other folk-rooted troops, and the songs generate a happy sensation not found in most other indie/rock bands. After seeing them at one of their debut performances in Austin, Texas at Threadgill’s, Western Homes said they “sound like big ol’ state fair, country rock entertainers,” and entertain you they will. They emulate an energy that cannot be replicated even in the best recordings, and they have a sound that leaves listeners with no choice but to fall in love.

 (i'm about to start talking in 3rd person; just ignore the awkwardness and go with it.)

you cannot leave a calliope musicals show without smiling, and you won't know if i'm lying unless you go to their EP release and find out for yourself. they have a great mix of quality songwriting, soulful and unique instrumentation, rocking and relaxed beats alike, powerful vocals, and at least a couple never-fail pairs of dancing shoes. the collaborative songwriting style results in a set list that keeps listeners guessing as to what they'll hear next and loving every second of it.

if this hasn't convinced you to come see them, maybe the fact that the male vocalist/guitar player usually sports a pair of suspenders will.

on february 23 at emo's, the band is releasing their first EP, and you're gonna love it. with a slew of other amazing local bands--guns of navarone, the organics and soup--the musicals are prepared to serve you up an ice cold glass of creepy kool-aid and induct you into their cult lovely group of followers.

is the world getting you down? are you trying to find beautiful meaning in a cynic's world? are you sick of music that makes you hate your dad? are you tired of never dancing? do you like to be happy?

then this is the band for you. be there or be square.

this is where i realize that talk is cheap and seeing is believing. so now, i'm doing to shut my trap and let their insane good looks do the talking.

and this is where i give you a little ear candy, since they are, afterall, a band and not supermodels (despite their obvious hottness). if you want more--you know you do--you can find them at their tumblr where you'll find links to every place on the internet that they exist. (including reverbnation for more listening!)

(end third person)

for those of you who made it this far without barfing, i commend your endurance. your reward? the opportunity to buy tickets, come to our show, get a FREE COPY of our EP, and dance your feet off.


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

if i could forever exist in this rodarte, i would

this dress is perfect. so feminine, and reminds me of the dresses my sisters had when they were little.
beautiful. soft. fit perfectly for laura ingalls a good way.
so many of these dresses came in sooo beautifully at the waist. what? fashion flattering again??!!
love these pants. perfect color, and beautiful detailing on the front. love the contrast with feminine top.
as much as i loved everything, i can't get on board with the long coats. they're a little too reminiscent of the matrix for my taste
love the mixed lace. and obviously i would trade my first born son, (apparently named ezra) for those boots.
here is my respected opinion. everything was beautiful, save the matrix coats, and totally dreamy. (do you like how i'm talking about this as though i was sitting next to anna wintour herself at NYFW? well i wasn't.) *all rodarte photos courtesy of

but i WAS partying with my wonderful boyfriend, who gave me the most perfectly obscene bouquet of lilies for valentines day :)

huddling around the space heater on our town lake barge
josh getting sneaky with iphone pictures
i'm clearly envious of the face paint. 2nd year in a row i missed it! :(