tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388993222013-01-11T20:00:46.994-05:00What Claudia Worea look into the closet of Stoneybrook's most fashion-forward babysitter.Kimnoreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-50826764728909434462012-11-12T10:00:00.000-05:002012-11-12T10:00:03.370-05:00Yumi Sakugawa Gets It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YmUsWUZXAYo/UJagkUlN3pI/AAAAAAAAAN8/DYP3DBNUwg8/s400/claudia_yumi.png" width="400" /></a></div>Just found the most amazing illustrated essay: <a href="#topofpage" target="_blank">Claudia Kishi: My Asian-American Female Role Model Of The '90s</a>. Yumi Sakugawa is my favorite person right now. Go read the whole thing immediately, adult Dawn Schafer is portrayed as a tanorexic wearing a pot leaf necklace. Can't even handle the greatness of that image. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlUgE9Fb6SQ/UJagSeC21UI/AAAAAAAAANw/bf5oO1goGS4/s400/Screen%2BShot%2B2012-11-04%2Bat%2B12.04.48%2BPM.png" width="400" /></a></div>Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-17531124326740046502012-11-05T10:00:00.001-05:002012-11-05T10:00:04.153-05:00The Most Claudia-Ass Shit on Urban Outfitters Right Now<div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><div style="position: relative;"><a href="#topofpage" target="_blank"><img alt="The most Claudia-ass shit on Urban Outfitters right now." border="0" height="489" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/rasAPG0L4Q3hBmhezUYBA/cid/62602366/id/CRslOVSBSY62dK3iCHmY2w/size/c500x489.jpg" title="The most Claudia-ass shit on Urban Outfitters right now." width="500" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><small><a href="#topofpage" target="_blank">The most Claudia-ass shit on Urban Outfitters right now.</a> by <a href="#topofpage" target="_blank">khutt</a></small></div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><small></small><br /><div style="padding-top: 16px;"><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/69377842.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Dr. Martens boots</a></small><br /><small>I saw these on Miley Cyrus because I have the internet surfing habits of a 15 year old.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/69128166.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Dr. Martens buckle boots</a></small><br /><small>As part of her exploration into buckles as self-expression. New garage art show theme!</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/62758729.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Jansport backpack</a></small><br /><small>Let's be real though, Claudia doesn't mess around with tie-dye. She does that shit herself.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/69377963.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ecote handbag</a></small><br /><small>This is a fannypack and you know it, Urban Outfitters. A VELVET fannypack, no less.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/57540914.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Cooperative mini bag</a></small><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">As part of her Miss Frizzle underwater motif outfit.</span><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/42655323.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Urban Outfitters snake ring</a></small><br /><small>I mean, obvi.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/61019971.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Post earrings</a></small><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">They're, like, a statement on materialism, you know? Stacey <a href="/2010/02/mystery_1_stacey_and_missing_ring.html">doesn't get it</a>.</span><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/43929466.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Urban Outfitters snake ring</a></small><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Still obvi.</span><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/59542376.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Chain jewelry</a></small><br /><small>Claudia Lynn Kishi and earcuffs: like peanut butter and dyslexic jelly.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/61184957.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">She Colors Way Outside the Lines bangle</a></small><br /><small>Tribute to Mimi's impassioned defense of her butterfly self-portrait.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/66581113.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Cooperative knit glove</a></small><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Paired with her dangly jointed skeleton earrings.</span><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/67503117.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Spitfire vintage style eyeglass</a></small><br /><small>Stolen from Janine. Gave her a headache.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/69380619.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Cooperative Animal Beanie - Urban Outfitters</a></small><br /><small>Sheep are out, pandas are in.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/69380544.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Highline Round Sunglasses - Urban Outfitters</a></small><br /><small>To hide her eyerolls while co-sitting with Mallory Pike.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div><br /><div style="clear: both; margin: 0em; padding: 0px;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><img align="left" height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/69248071.jpg" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid #cccccc; margin: 0 8px 8px 0; padding: 2px;" width="50" /></a></small></div><div style="margin-bottom: 8px; text-align: left;"><small><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Betsey Johnson Bird Heart Wristlet</a></small><br /><small>She would.</small><br /><small><br style="display: none;" /></small></div></div></div>Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-10995765847872038632012-10-29T10:00:00.000-04:002012-10-29T10:00:03.415-04:00Updating the outfit: Mary Anne Breaks the Rules<div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 550px;"><div style="position: relative;"><a href="#topofpage"><img alt="Mary Anne breaks the rules" border="0" height="579" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/jsA7d74pWJ4o3NwyErgfA/cid/55375644/id/LbvZN19JTCWxRmHbSzONGQ/size/c550x579.jpg" title="Mary Anne breaks the rules" width="500" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><small><i><a href="#topofpage">Mary Anne breaks the rules</a> by <a href="#topofpage">khutt</a> featuring <a href="#topofpage">cap toe shoes</a></i></small></div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/61175103.jpg" title="Pink top" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/61120884.jpg" title="Zipper jeans" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/49657137.jpg" title="TOMS cap toe shoes" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/62131569.jpg" title="Converse star shoes" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/58022064.jpg" title="Seed bead jewelry" vspace="4" width="50" /></a></div></div></div>Kimnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-9406200368189858782012-10-22T10:00:00.000-04:002012-10-22T10:00:07.075-04:00Updating the outfit: Claudia Kishi, Live From WSTO!<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>"Anyway, I wore the coolest tuxedo I'd recently bought in a thrift shop, including a silky, piped shirt and a bright red velvet cummerbund. I removed the shoulder pads from the jacket, which made it really slouchy (I love that look). Then I bought a pair of white socks with silver glitter. I decided to wear a pair of red sneakers to match the cummerbund. I swept my hair up and fastened it with a rhinestone barrette in the shape of a musical note."</i></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">Love it. &nbsp;Seriously, she's fabulous, and Ashley Wyeth better recognize. &nbsp;2012 Claudia (also Trust Fund Claudia -- I recognize that her Helmut Lang pants and Marc by Marc Jacobs duds aren't likely to be obtained on a babysitter's salary) would rock a clear musical score umbrella with her version. &nbsp;Even if it wasn't raining. &nbsp;That's just the kind of free spirit she is. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><div style="position: relative;"><a href="#topofpage"><img alt="Claudia Kishi, live from wsto" border="0" height="380" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/qlw7MlsMvrDs29sy6zqCA/cid/58181939/id/g3ZMGWY8RYKqFx1GSqr-vA/size/c500x380.jpg" title="Claudia Kishi, live from wsto" width="500" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><small><a href="#topofpage">Claudia Kishi, live from wsto</a>&nbsp;</small></div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><small></small><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><small><i>Marc by Marc Jacobs <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">black shirt</a> / Paul Smith <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">tux jacket</a> / Helmut Lang <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">wool pants</a> / Converse <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">pointy shoes</a> / Swatch <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">red jewelry</a> / Tatty Devine <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">teardrop earrings</a> / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">Brooch</a> / Felix Rey <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">see through umbrella</a> / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">Ring</a></i></small></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Also a red wraparound Swatch she probably borrowed from Stacey and forgot to give back, and red Converse that she stayed up all night studding. &nbsp;She'll explain her technique on the radio show, don't worry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><center><a href="/2009/09/85_claudia_kishi_live_from_wsto_by_now.html">Read the original book entry.</a></center>Kimnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-9404299155294797252012-10-15T10:30:00.000-04:002012-10-15T10:30:03.603-04:00#123: Claudia's Big Party<div style="text-align: justify;">I think the most important takeaway from this book is that Claudia has a seventh grade boyfriend who gets nervous about going out to dinner with <i>members of</i> <i>the Babysitters Club.</i>&nbsp; Think about it. &nbsp;Imagine being nervous about dinner with <i>Mary Anne Spier</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"I'd worked hard on my outfit - a long black skirt, a white shirt with full sleeves, and a short vest that I'd covered with bright-colored buttons and bows. &nbsp;My hair was braided with strands of ribbons that matched the decorations on the vest."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once you de-Seinfeld the "white shirt with full sleeves" aspect of the outfit, this actually sounds pretty bomb. &nbsp;Get it gurl.</div><br /><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 550px;"><div style="position: relative;"><a href="#topofpage"><img alt="Claudia's big party" border="0" height="375" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/fM4e1DNqvzyozhIri5hA/cid/55370719/id/1HNRB0J_SPKsmt2ICkpKtg/size/c400x375.jpg" title="Claudia's big party" width="400" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><small><a href="#topofpage">Claudia's big party</a> by <a href="#topofpage">khutt</a> featuring <a href="#topofpage">silver shoes</a></small></div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 400px;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/60895762.jpg" title="Off the shoulder top" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/60110874.jpg" title="Denim vest" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/54805692.jpg" title="Long maxi skirt" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/60409473.jpg" title="Dr. Martens silver shoes" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/62521258.jpg" title="Bow jewelry" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/47235884.jpg" title="ASOS acrylic jewelry" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/61869917.jpg" title="Plastic jewelry" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/62598170.jpg" title="Brooch" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/57189127.jpg" title="Metal jewelry" vspace="4" width="50" /></a><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"><img height="50" hspace="4" src="http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-thing/size/s/tid/61430232.jpg" title="Kate Spade bow belt" vspace="4" width="50" /></a></div></div>Kimnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-62746919772742834952012-10-11T10:30:00.000-04:002012-10-11T10:30:04.599-04:00That time I got a new job and forgot about the blog again<div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, I zoned out a little bit, like Claudia after a serious Hershey's Kisses sesh. It's not my fault. I started a new job in September and I'm like <i>really</i> busy you guys. I got babysitting jobs for days if you know what I mean (you don't, and neither do I. I'm in marketing. The only babysitting I'm doing is of our Google Analytics account -- my personal Jenny Prezzioso.).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;But! As penance, I have lined up three weeks of outfit updates for you, and until those start going live please feel free to nod thoughtfully at all of the things I would've purchased for this job if I didn't have to do things like 'pay rent' and 'buy food'. </div><p>&nbsp;</p><div style="width:500px;margin:0 auto"><div style="position:relative;"><a target="_blank" href="#topofpage"><img width="500" alt="Yeah, you know how it goes" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/Woo2Bom8vmgDQyFoDaYzA/cid/58186271/id/wwGK4UHRQS_Mx5NvpYzLXw/size/c500x441.jpg" title="Yeah, you know how it goes" height="441" border="0" /></a></div></div><br/><div style="text-align:center"><small><a target="_blank" href="#topofpage">Yeah, you know how it goes</a> by <a target="_blank" href="#topofpage">khutt</a> featuring <a target="_blank" href="#topofpage">frye</a></small></div><div style="width:500px;margin:0 auto"><br/><small><div style="text-align:left">Frye <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage"></a> / Frye <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage"></a> / Balenciaga <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage"></a> / <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage">Sterling silver jewelry</a> / LowLuv <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage">gothic jewelry</a> / Elizabeth and James <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage"></a> / <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage">LowLuv necklace</a> / <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage">Tech accessory</a> / Wildfox Couture <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage"></a> / Tokyo Milk <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage"> perfume</a> / <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage">Frye Regina Studded Ballet</a> / <a rel="nofollow" href="#topofpage">By Boe Open Studs</a></div></small></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><P>&nbsp;</p>Also, if you want to know what I'm up to during daytime (and, yeah, sometimes nighttime too) hours, you can follow Prosperity Candle on <a href="#topofpage">twitter</a>, <a href="#topofpage">facebook</a>, and <a href="#topofpage">pinterest</a>. In fact, I encourage you to. There's less swearing but more doing good things for the world and stuff. <i>Also,</i> <a href="#topofpage">we sell candles</a>. I'll let you know when I figure out how to successfully pitch a BSC tribute candle.</div>Kimnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-89026583790586678162012-10-09T18:29:00.000-04:002012-10-09T18:52:27.038-04:00So Claudia Right Now: Jessa Johansson<div style="text-align: justify;">It's not just the kimonos. &nbsp;Okay, <i>maybe</i> it's mostly the kimonos. &nbsp;And the hats. &nbsp;And the billowy printed pants. &nbsp;Whatever, she's just fabulous. &nbsp;And hiding joints instead of candy. &nbsp;In Shosanna's bedroom, because it makes sense that an adult Claudia would be a total couch crasher, you know? &nbsp;She'd show up with an easel and a guilty smile and offer to braid your hair every night and when she finally left there'd be glitter and candy wrappers everywhere. &nbsp;It'd takes months to recover, and then she'd show up again, offering an only-slightly-melted Milky Way bar and drinks-on-her . . . when she gets back on her feet, of course. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Oh, Claudia," the Kishis would murmur to themselves in despair, "why can't you be more like your sister?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That is, until Janine's inevitable nervous breakdown.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbnr8obiotA/UEZWGyvAKNI/AAAAAAAAAME/0hLwF9Zd3e0/s320/1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPRxitl5Sro/UEZWHh0hi3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/NiA3z2OoTUM/s320/2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWTU9DXcksc/UEZWIMkngTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iYo_qjCwpjs/s320/3.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rjZczoN9glc/UEZWIh_veEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Wda6l9vWPUs/s320/4.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djmecoAw2aA/UEZWJOssdLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WTvs6YmkpYE/s320/5.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 550px;"><div style="position: relative;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="#topofpage"><img alt="So Claudia right now: kimonos" border="0" height="251" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/MZlfCIX8jf7rQzIwFkE9ZA/cid/58119431/id/KzljhXb8SKWaiUuSU3i4fg/size/c550x251.jpg" title="So Claudia right now: kimono" width="470" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><small><a href="#topofpage">So Claudia right now: kimonos</a>&nbsp;by <a href="#topofpage">khutt</a> featuring <a href="#topofpage">kimono tops</a></small><br /><br /></div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><small><i>Glamorous <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">floral blouse</a>, $40 / Athena Procopiou <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">kimono top</a> / Glamorous <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">floral top</a>, $56 / Dorothy Perkins <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">chiffon top</a> / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">Floral Print Kimono</a> / DV by Dolce Vita <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">bootie boots</a> / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">House of Harlow 1960 ring</a> / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">House of Harlow 1960 bracelet</a> / ASOS <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">oversized cateye sunglasses</a> / Essie <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow"> nail polish</a>, $22</i></small></div></div><p>&nbsp;</p><center><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GLms7lA1MJ4" width="560"></iframe></center><p><i>(This post is dedicated to Lauren McAllister, who has been pestering me for weeks to update this thing. She waits until I've had a couple beers and then pounces with ideas like "what if we watched the entire Canadian tv series RIGHT NOW?" and "so, what do you think would be the theme song for each babysitter? Just asking. Update your damn blog.")</i></p>Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-34388349374747270452012-09-12T08:06:00.000-04:002012-09-12T08:06:40.708-04:00"Wow, it's the Babysitters Club dolls!"Dude, remember these?<br /><br /><center><iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ehT5R9XgKwA" width="420"></iframe></center><br />"I want to be like Dawn! &nbsp;She's so natural, right down to her jean jacket!" Yeah, okay kid. . . . wait, what about a jean jacket is <i>natural</i>?Kimnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-34414173134517690002012-09-05T19:20:00.000-04:002012-09-05T19:22:20.247-04:00According to Madewell and Claudia Kishi, sheep are totes in for fall<br /><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><div style="position: relative;"><a href="#topofpage"><img alt="Sheep are in, apparently" border="0" height="430" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/Hkp1O4LK9LSl5Zpftcjo3Q/cid/58201054/id/AXZunSHUQFaGMB_jm6nZ6g/size/c500x430.jpg" title="Sheep are in, apparently" width="500" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><small><a href="#topofpage">Sheep are in, apparently</a> by <a href="#topofpage">khutt</a>&nbsp;</small></div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><small><i><a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">Madewell Counting Sheep sweater</a> $108 / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">Madewell Sheepmeadow sweater</a> $88</i></small></div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You guys. &nbsp;I'm innocently browsing the Madewell fall catalog when suddenly I find myself staring at perhaps<i> the </i>most Claudia-approved sweaters of all time. &nbsp;I had to drop everything for this one. </div><br /><center><a href="http://www.whatclaudiawore.com/2010/08/1-kristys-great-idea-back-in-2007-i_27.html">Read about the infamous sheep fight in Kristy's Great Idea.</a></center>Kimnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-27710133731574917072012-09-03T11:00:00.000-04:002012-09-03T11:05:23.389-04:00Updating the outfit: Jessi and the Dance School Phantom<div style="text-align: justify;">A while back -- you know, when I was actively updating -- some of you suggested I use polyvore. &nbsp;Some of you also suggested I re-create Claudia's outfits myself. &nbsp;I assume that subset had been dipping into Sharon Schafer's special brownie stash or something. &nbsp;I mean, what were you thinking? I can't pull off a high side pony! &nbsp;But I CAN try to create less offensive versions of <a href="#topofpage">Hodges Soileau</a>'s attempts at fashion through the magic of online collage sites. &nbsp;So: updating the outfit begins with book #42, Jessi and the Dance School Phantom.<br /><br />What a cover. &nbsp;Jessi looks more stankface than scared, and then there's Dawn. &nbsp;With that hair. &nbsp;<i>That hair*.</i>&nbsp; It's so bad that the first update I made to her outfit was a VO5 hot oil treatment, because there's no excuse for that situation on top of her head. &nbsp;Her Texas Tuxedo would be slightly more acceptable if she was wearing grey jeans, and when I think California Casual I think Swedish Hasbeens. &nbsp;Mostly because the early books kept mentioning Dawn's affinity for clogs and it just stuck. &nbsp;And orange slice earrings because California. &nbsp;Obvi.</div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><div style="position: relative;"><a href="#topofpage"><img alt="Jessi and the dance school phantom" border="0" height="475" src="http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/JyGyOtAAaFylZXmESikQ/cid/55380669/id/A0uA1z1qRFqCcuw-CtAcuw/size/c500x475.jpg" title="Jessi and the dance school phantom" width="500" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><small><i><a href="#topofpage">Jessi and the dance school phantom</a> by <a href="#topofpage">khutt</a> featuring a <a href="#topofpage">chambray shirt</a></i></small></div><div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 500px;"><i><small></small></i><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><small><i>Madewell <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">chambray shirt</a> / AllSaints <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">super skinny jeans</a> / Madewell <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">slip on shoes</a> / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">Duffel bag</a> / <a href="#topofpage" rel="nofollow">Orange slice stud earrings by dixielanddelight on Etsy</a></i></small><br /><small><br /></small></div></div>* little Lucille Bluth nod for you there. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.whatclaudiawore.com/2009/12/42-jessi-and-dance-school-phantom-its.html">Read the original book entry.</a></div>Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-81047110830507606512012-08-27T10:48:00.000-04:002012-08-27T10:48:59.223-04:00Claudia re-emerges; got lost in closet in pursuit of Chunky bar<img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y29/warmgun/gifs/britheyyall.gif" /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />It's been a while, huh?<br /><br />So, what's new with you? &nbsp;Things are cool over here. &nbsp;I live practically across the street from an Urban Outfitters now, which is kind of troubling for my wallet. &nbsp;Also I haven't bought any new Fryes in a really long time but that doesn't mean I haven't made all <i>sorts </i>of other terrible purchasing decisions. &nbsp;But you're probably not here to read about me, even though the fact that I'm a blogger means I'm inherently kind of narcissistic and you're gonna end up reading about me <i>anyway</i>. &nbsp;We both know who you're really here for. &nbsp;And she's back. &nbsp;At least for a little while. &nbsp;I've got some entries queued up and some strange outfit descriptions for us to ponder together <i>and</i> I just vacuumed the floor of my bedroom so BSC meetings are gonna be a little less dusty.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also the adverb abuse will continue. &nbsp;That I can absolutely promise you.</div>Kimnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-49239559317758061482011-10-17T09:03:00.001-04:002012-02-19T16:41:01.926-05:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>How to Put Together Your Totally Dibble Claudia Kishi Halloween Costume</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dude, how is it almost Halloween already? I guess my hectic babysitting schedule has kept me too busy to realize that summer's long over. Damn those Pike children and their loveable* hijinks!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I haven't dressed up for Halloween in years (unless 'sweatpant-wearing twentysomething' counts as a costume as well as my daily wardrobe**), but I'm sure some of you are looking to put together a fabulous throwback costume. Why not our super <i>acute</i> vice president?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Below, please enjoy your guide to a dibbly fresh Halloween costume (almond-shaped eyes not included) that you'll inevitably have to explain to almost every male at the party.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><ol><li style="text-align: justify;"> <b>Side ponytail </b>Scrunchy optional . . . you could also choose to weave a ribbon into your hair, divide it into five braids and pin them to the top of your head, or just throw a fuckton of barrettes in there and see what happens.</li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b>Homemade earrings</b> Get yourself on Etsy and search for '<a href="#topofpage">dollhouse earrings</a>' -- you'll hit the motherload of Claudia-inspired crafts. You might want to pick a theme and gear your costume in that direction, like the time Claudia dressed like she was traveling under the sea with Miss Frizzle. Bonus points if you get a pair of earrings where one is a fork and the other is a piece of cake.</li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><a href="http://www.smilemakers.com/shop-by-product/toys/jewelry/bracelets/JL396.html">Telephone cord bracelet</a> </b>You know, assuming you can actually find such a thing out in this brave new world full of iPhones. Do you realize our kids aren't going to understand what cassette tapes are? And floppy disks? Oh god, my youth is collapsing all around me. </li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b>Neon EVERYWHERE</b> I don't like American Apparel as a company (cause, you know, skeevy and awful?) but, yeah, basically look for clothes so bright you're in danger of burning out your friends' retinas. Hit up <a href="#topofpage">welovecolors</a> and buy some tights that practically glow in the dark.</li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b>Mix your patterns with wild abandon</b> Maybe get drunk first, twirl around for a while (try not to vomit in your closet), and then put on the first couple of patterns you find. Plaids with stripes! Herringbone and polka dots! Instead of asking why, ask why not! </li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b>Pockets</b> You want as many pockets as possible in your Claudia-costume, because an important element of her personality is candy-hoarding, and you can't carry a bedroom/club headquarters around with you. Hide that shit all over YOURSELF. Maybe find a tiny copy of a Nancy Drew book (<a href="#topofpage">Nancy Drew's Guide to Life</a> comes to mind) and stuff that in there, too. Then, every time someone asks what you are, just pull out a mini Mounds bar and treat yourself. Bonus points if you create a miniature work of art out of the candy wrappers. Leave it for your host -- they'll totally appreciate it!</li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b>Even more pockets</b> . . . because you should <i>also</i> get yourself a cheap flask and bedazzle the shit out of it. Or cover it in stickers and rick-rack. Basically, this is your personal Kid Kit. Fill it with peach schnapps or some other diabetic coma-inducing liquor. Practice 'poisoning' your friend Stacey.</li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b>Ankle and/or cowboy boots</b> No explanation needed.</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">If you're bored by the party, you might consider bringing props (a cabbage patch kid as a sitting charge, or an easel that you set up in the middle of a high traffic area just because) to entertain yourself with. Or walk around your friend's apartment, squint at the grease stains in the kitchen, and say to no one in particular "this might be art." This will get easier the more time you spend with your personal Kid Kit. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Drink plenty of water before you go to bed. And then send me the pictures the next day.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Happy Halloween everyone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663504339214457570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCmtxDutJVo/TpjPMKLC2uI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nDru4rb3WOM/s400/claudiahalloween.jpg" style="display: block; height: 234px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></div><i>(<a href="#topofpage">patterned polyester spandex legging</a>, <a href="#topofpage">Frye Carson pull on</a>, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/83407033/rainbow-cake-slice-with-fork-earrings?ref=sr_gallery_31&amp;ga_search_submit=&amp;ga_search_query=dollhouse+earring&amp;ga_view_type=gallery&amp;ga_ship_to=US&amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;ga_facet=handmade">rainbow cake slice &amp; fork earrings</a>, <a href="http://needsupply.com/womens/tops/autumn-floral-blouse.html">autumn floral blouse</a>)</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* annoying</div><div style="text-align: justify;">** seriously, working from home is awesome, you guys.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-71748108489983416402011-08-06T09:56:00.015-04:002012-04-13T19:24:11.261-04:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Mandy Miller Comes Correct</span></b><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Y'all remember The Unicorn Club series? I loved it so much. Then they <i>broke up the club </i>in book 6 (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/055348222X/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=waitress&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=217145&amp;creative=399373&amp;creativeASIN=055348222X">The Unicorns at War</a>) and didn't even include a preview of the next book and, dude, my adolescent heart was so broken, thinking the series was over. Then I randomly stumbled on #7 (<a href="#topofpage">Too Close for Comfort</a>) while on vacation with my family (treasured memories: going to bookstores in other states) and all was right in the world again but the books weren't really that great after that bitch Kimberly Haver came back to Sweet Valley and <i>ruined everything</i>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">. . . Obviously I had a very tough childhood.</span>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTPONn-J9vk/T4i1F_3qQhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pI6Xpx_mU7g/s1600/unicorns.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTPONn-J9vk/T4i1F_3qQhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pI6Xpx_mU7g/s400/unicorns.jpeg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #666666;">This is the cover of the first book, which I studied INTENTLY because there was </span><i style="color: #666666;">no way</i><span style="color: #666666;"> the illustrator was pulling a fast one on me: that was clearly Tiffani Amber Theissen on the front cover. It's like "oh, hey! The Wakefield twins! Maria Slater, former child star! Lila Fowler, looking sadly weasely! Mary Wallace, as exciting as a sack of potatoes! And right in the middle -- Kelly Kapowski from Saved by the Bell! Why not!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Anyway, Mandy Miller* is totes the Claudia Kishi of the Unicorn Club. She's not strapping dollhouse chairs to her ponytail or anything, but she is definitely the wacky dresser of the series. In the first book, she tells us that </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">"my family doesn't have much money, so my mom and I have always had to be creative when it comes to clothes. I get most of my clothes from the thrift store. I guess you could say I was the grunge pioneer at Sweet Valley Middle School.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Take today - I had on wide-legged striped pants, a knit cap, and a long vest over a T-shirt. Not to brag on anything, but I do have sort of a flair with clothes. Even Lila Fowler tells me she really likes the way I put things together." </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Even <i>Lila Fowler</i>, people.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1Uq0E-hrN0/T4i1Fb9oqAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zNhOyIbIo4o/s400/unicorns+1.jpeg" width="263" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">By book 2, Mandy is such a fashion superstar that she starts a thrift store makeover trend at school, which leads to the director of some teen rom-com hiring her as an apprentice costume designer when he happens to wander into the thrift store mid-makeover sesh. He also casts Maria Slater in a bit part, uses the Unicorn Club as extras, <i>and </i>decides to film some scenes at Sweet Valley Middle School, because this is apparently what life is like in California. And here I had the misfortune of being raised in suburban New York. (Seriously, how many times did a model scout or movie director or former rock star or star journalist wind up in Sweet Valley? There must be something in the water there. Like cocaine.)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">"Mandy walked up and down, like a general inspecting her troops. She had really gone all the way today. She was wearing a pair of men's paisley pajama bottoms under a short tartan kilt, with a ribbed poorboy top and a paisley scarf worn like a sash. On her head was a tam with a big pom-pom. She looked great -- sort of like a punk bagpiper.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">We all stood up really straight as she passed us by. Mary had on a forties vamp outfit. Flowing pants and a floaty top. Her fine blond hair lay flat all around her head in spit curls. And the only makeup she wore was dead white powder and red, red lipstick.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">'Good', Mandy said approvingly, and Mary blushed with pleasure.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Lila had on a white crocheted vest over a black body suit and jeans. On her feet were saddle shoes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Mandy smiled and shook her head. 'Great.'</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">On to Jessica. She was wearing faded jeans and a blue, pink, and purple floral-patterned vest. Underneath the vest was a white oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and on her head she had a hat with a big flower pinned to the upturned brim. Elizabeth had chosen a cool fifties-style housedress, accented with colorful jewelry, patterned tights, and lace-up boots.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Evie was there, too, and she trailed behind Mandy like a second-in-command, straightening a shoulder pad or retying a tie when it was necessary.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">She was very funky, too, in her patterned men's dress shirt and tie. She wore them over a stretch miniskirt and tights." </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Original fashion bloggers tbh. Stacey McGill better scurry on over to Bloomingdale's, because she is getting schooled left and right here.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">* Sweet Valley trivia: Mandy Miller was introduced in the Sweet Valley Twins series -- she desperately wanted to be a Unicorn but was kind of goofy and her family was poor but then she got cancer and the Unicorns felt bad about being full-fledged bitches when it turns out Mandy was actually a super great person and then I think Lila bought her a wig because Mandy's mom could only afford a really janky one that did not meet Unicorn standards. I did not have to consult Wikipedia for any of this and that saddens me.</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-13914386469800407212011-04-27T09:30:00.008-04:002012-04-13T20:13:36.444-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Damn England, What Happened?*</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A while back, Alexandra sent me a series of images so horrible that I think my brain short-circuited. U.S. readers, are you aware that other countries have defaced these classic works of literature with cover images like the ones you see below? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can only imagine that this is payback for the Revolutionary War. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I ended up taking an unplanned sabbatical from blogging (and honestly, that may resume after this entry, who knows) and never got around to sharing these monstrosities. Then I woke up around 3:00 a.m. this morning thinking about them. So here they are in all of their poorly-drawn glory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And there are more. <i>Many </i>more. Alexandra told me she has a near-complete set of these things**. It's almost too much to process. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dkc8z_W24BY/T4jAaUm9MjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tnB44oQM5LU/s400/49.jpg" width="281" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Claudia and the Genius of Elm Street</b></span></b></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Not too much to complain about here -- dude did a real hatchet job on Rosie Wilder, who was super cute on the OG cover, but Claudia looks passably human. And she's got some sort of groovy Woodstock-inspired ensemble going on. Respect.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Grade:</b> E (Excellent amount of jewelry)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMYzXQ7w0eo/T4jAiQ2uuuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-a-Lbhk2XBg/s400/37.jpg" width="288" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Dawn and the Older Boy</b></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There's a lot that's wrong here, and I'm not just talking about Travis. (I didn't think he could be more creepy than he was on the <a href="/2009/08/37_dawn_and_older_boy_oh_dawn.html">original cover</a>, but here we are. There's a light in his eyes that suggests he's contemplating where he's going to bury all the bodies.) Why is Dawn suddenly sporty? She's wearing some crazy jersey that clashes with her turquoise shirt and pink pants -- so not California Casual, y'all. Is she having another identity crisis? And there's no way Dawn would ever drink a Coke. We all know Dawn is perfect and her body is a temple and she has no vices whatsoever and she exists solely on sprouts and self righteousness.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Grade:</b> S (Shenanigans)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44umL0SLGSw/T4jApvvQzpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/j5bHTriyZfM/s400/34.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Mary Anne and Too Many Boys</b></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shit just got real. Why did they put that ugly little boy in a dress? Oh, that's supposed to be Mary Anne? Really? 'Cause that face looks like, I don't know, bad Justin Bieber fanart. Swear to god, even the bird on the pier is giving her side-eye.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Grade:</b> G (Gender confusion)</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCTr5UTSUNw/T4jA0bx_wDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/KCy95HISUbU/s320/40.jpg" width="231" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Claudia and the Middle School Mystery</b></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So maybe I've been watching too much Law &amp; Order: Special Victims Unit, but I'm mildly concerned about Mr. Zorzi's creeper status. I know, I get it, she's taking a retest and he's suspicious or whatever. But. Doesn't it kinda look like he's checking her out? Watch yourself, Zorzi. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Grade:</b> C (Consider calling Stabler and Benson)</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9-B5mSWOgg/T4jA6TLGEpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XoZxDvhXyLI/s400/58.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Stacey's Choice</b></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She chooses to wear <a href="#topofpage">Chuck Bass-style silk pajamas</a>, and that's all there is to it, okay?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Grade: </b>I (Intense eyebrows)</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkZkvuiGyhk/T4jBBnB2pII/AAAAAAAAALA/VlOwnXtrQ-w/s400/56.jpg" width="285" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Keep Out, Claudia!</b></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What's scarier, the mutant racist children in business casual or the clown (?) on Claudia's shirt? Mad props for rockin' the fringe vest like she's a nastygal model, but the orange sweatshirt has got to <i>go</i>. She's definitely considering killing those kids, by the way.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Grade: </b>R (Reconsidering babysitting as a viable career choice) </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmyHSho3_rc/T4jBJvTcv0I/AAAAAAAAALI/71suDTC6CMI/s320/6.jpg" width="225" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Kristy's Big Day</span></b></span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I saved the best for last, folks. I'm so horrified by this cover. Crazy Mary Anne is back, raising one eyebrow and wearing a hat for no real reason. There's probably a joke about the royal wedding and British people wearing hats somewhere in there, but I am so tired of hearing about that wedding that I can't bring myself to make it. Anyway, Kristy is straight up <i>busted</i> here (not to mention badly in need of some Alberto V05 hot oil). Maybe the illustrator couldn't meet his deadline and outsourced this job to his 10 year old. That's gotta be the explanation for this, right? </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Grade: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">W (Wtf)</span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* It may be 2011, but that won't stop me from making Mean Girls references. By the way, how great was Bossypants?</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">** That may have been a threat.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-54840933501314042572010-10-12T15:53:00.004-04:002010-10-12T16:09:17.711-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Sweaterpants: So In Right Now</b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="#topofpage"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CVWMbTg7btk/TLS98kofqYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1lnHzx2SYtQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-12+at+3.56.58+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527251491013765506" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Lovers of sweaters, crazy prints, and cozy layers should check out <a href="#topofpage">Elizabeth Spiridakis</a>'</span> <a href="#topofpage">Style Guide</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> for H&amp;M. I was really digging the whole feature, but one look was throwing me off. It nagged at me: where have I encountered this concept before? It's so familiar.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Oh. Right.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"'For heaven's sake. Why are you wearing your sweater on your legs?' I asked. Karen had put each of her feet through a sleeve of her sweater and was now struggling to hold the bottom of the sweater around her waist.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'It's a new style,' Karen replied. 'Sweater-pants.' She hobbled over to my desk. 'Can you button me up the back, please?'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'I have a feeling,' I said as I fastened the buttons, 'that this isn't what Nannie had in mind when she knitted this sweater for you.'"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Super Special #7, Snowbound</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Karen Brewer, fashion visionary. Who knew. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-71144378305379257382010-10-07T13:20:00.001-04:002012-04-13T19:30:29.765-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Mystery #25: Kristy and the Middle School Vandal</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Love the mystery (it stars eighth grade badass Cary Retlin, who refers to the babysitters as the "BSCPD"*), am scared and confused about the cover.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tKQmvTwqUvA/T4i2-VqjAPI/AAAAAAAAAII/YmIswReOO7o/s400/25mysterywutisthis.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Things that are wrong with this cover:</span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">1. Kristy! What happened to your adorable face? Who <i>are </i>you?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">2. Cary Retlin's giant teal t-shirt.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">3. Pink. sleeveless. mock. turtleneck.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">4. Jessi's proportions. Also her face.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">5. Purple lockers?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">6. Mary Anne's orthopedic sandals. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">7. No tagline. Apparently middle school vandalism is such a serious subject that the editors couldn't bear to take away from the power of the illustration.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I'm sure there's more here, but if I stare at this thing any longer my brain might melt. It's like looking at the sun, or a bad trip, or staring at the sun during a bad trip. Powerful stuff, man.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"On Claudia, with the long black hair, dark eyes, and creamy skin, every look is a great one. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> [Preach it, girl.]</span> Today she was wearing pink jellies, white ankle socks with pink hearts around the edges, and majorly baggy white overalls, cut off just below the knee, over a tie-dyed pink, green, and yellow T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She had a ring on every finger and one on each thumb, including a heart-shaped mood ring, a ring with a little bell on it, a <a href="#topofpage">ring that looked like a cat winding around her finger</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">[see also: </span><a href="#topofpage">silver leopard</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">]</span>, a baby ring with her birthstone in it, and a ring she'd made herself out of clay and beads. Her hair was pulled back into three braids, which were tied together at the bottom with a pink and green ribbon. She had on her peace symbol earrings, too, and a button that said 'Jerry Garcia Lives' in black script against a tie-dyed background that matched her T-shirt. She'd made the button herself in art class."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">This look reads very</span> <a href="#topofpage">Christeric</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(okay, maybe not the ankle socks or the braids) and I love it. I had to dig in her archives until I found</span> <a href="http://christeric.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-day-1.html">this outfit</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">, which I at one point had bookmarked as "CLAUDIA WOULD". I mean, right?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"One of Stacey's best colors is black - a New York City thing, I guess - and today she was wearing black leggings, side-zippered flat black ankle boots with pointed toes, a silver-threaded T-shirt dress that stopped at mid-thigh, and heart earrings. Her fluffy blonde hair was pulled back with a twisted black and silver headband."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Well, I guess I can't complain too much about this. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">So I'll move on.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Cary was wearing my watch when I saw him at school the next morning - my watch <i>and </i>his watch, both on the same arm. It was a look Claudia might sport, I thought wryly."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Kristy underestimates herself, I think. She's got an eye for this sort of thing!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">What Not To Wear, Stacey and Claudia Edition:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Stacey wrinkled her nose. 'I don't know. But someone should tell him grunge is old news. Look at those jeans.'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'I like the jeans,' said Claudia. 'But the shirt has got to go - or at least, go with something else.'"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Zing!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">* Way funnier than any joke Abby's ever made. Sorry girl.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-64665605814360490172010-10-05T13:15:00.003-04:002012-04-13T19:28:42.126-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mystery #14: Stacey and the Mystery at the Mall</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzWnNvXeqWg/T4i2jOM0S_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/p3wJyuxJROA/s400/14mysterystaceclaud.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">There's so much going on in this picture - all of it bad. Stacey's bangs have that distinctly crispy look to them (anyone who can remember the late 80s and early 90s knows a thing or two about crispy bangs), Claudia's flares are too short (sure, so were mine when I was a teenager, but I wasn't a baby fashionista who should really know better), and Zingy's is selling pink floral jumpers paired with long-sleeved white blouses. Isn't Zingy's supposed to be the Forever 21 of the Washington Mall? Not even Mallory would consider these duds trendy.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"She believes clothes should do more than cover our bodies and keep us warm. Instead, she sees dressing as one more creative outlet, and it shows. She always looks fabulous, and she <i>never </i>looks just like everyone else. She'll pair a long white shirt with a colorful vest, accessorize with handmade jewelry, pull her hair up into an outrageous ponytail, and look like a million dollars."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Girl slow </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">down</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">. What the heck is an outrageous ponytail? Is she wearing a Jem &amp; the Holograms scrunchie? And where are her pants?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"'One of these days we're going to have to stay a little late and do some serious shopping,' said Claud, eyeing a white lace baby-doll dress. 'I'll ask my dad if he can pick us up one day next week.'"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Dude, can you even believe this book has the nerve to promise shopping and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">not deliver?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> You'd think you'd get at least one actual shopping trip in a Mystery at a Mall. But no. We get one lousy sentence about Stacey gazing</span> "at a pair of black lace-up boots and wonder[ing] how they would look with this old-fashioned floral-print dress my mother had given me."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Not great. Now get shopping.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"The next day, Sunday, my friends and I headed over to the mall for the painting party. Charlie drove us in Watson's van. 'You guys sure look different from the last time I saw you,' he said as he dropped us off. It was true. That afternoon, we had been dressed in our best clothes. This time we were wearing stuff we'd found in the rag-bag. Claudia, for example, had wrapped a neon-pink bandana around her head, and she was wearing a humongous pair of overalls over an ancient striped T-shirt."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I don't know, Stace. That sounds like a pretty typical Claudia outfit to me.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-55889094783837311862010-10-02T16:43:00.006-04:002012-04-13T19:39:36.636-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Another chance to win a $100 Shopbop giftcard (thanks to DSQUARED2)</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HzKVa3B02D8/T4i5JNx63KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/g6oL7LkxHWQ/s400/kristystaceyshopbop.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's time for another <a href="#topofpage">Shopbop</a> $100 giftcard giveway! This one is brought to you by* <a href="#topofpage">DSQUARED2</a>, <a href="#topofpage">Lela Rose</a>, and <a href="#topofpage">Rachel Roy</a>. To enter, leave a comment with your e-mail address and favorite Super Special. I'll pick a random winner in two weeks. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can also <a href="#topofpage">follow Shopbop</a> (for fashion news, lookbook links, and Fashion Week updates) on twitter. And if you need some wishlist inspiration, I'm dying over just about every piece in their Sophisticated 70s trend report.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* Typing 'brought to you by' makes me feel like a PBS announcer.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com192tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-84644909757886171832010-09-30T12:59:00.007-04:002012-04-13T20:49:47.361-04:00<b>Incredulous Kristy Remains Incredulous; Internet is a Delightful Place</b><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You guys are so great. I love all your <a href="#topofpage">Incredulous Kristys</a>. My deepest fear was that you'd be like "huh" and not even bother, but instead you made a bunch of masterpieces, possibly while under the influence. And I would never judge you for that. You work hard! Take the edge off, have another beer. I've been so overjoyed with the incredulous nature of it all that I put up a bunch of them on <a href="#topofpage">tumblr</a>. I can't promise that little side project will last (RIP <a href="#topofpage">What Chuck Wore</a>), but there was too much gold not to redistribute it somehow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of the Kristys submitted in the last post, my favorite had to be lemonpants's Indignant Kristy, who can't even believe these bitches would be grabbin' slices without asking permission.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fS5QbTllUqE/T4jJpM_nL4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NM26liS57OA/s400/tumblr_l9feriSOmb1qe0umoo1_500.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ahh, the pizza toast; a great BSC tradition. Lemonpants, if you would like a not-so-gently used copy of Claudia's Book as a reward for this brilliance, please <a href="mailto:kimberlyhutt@gmail dot com">e-mail</a> me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Other things that are great:</div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><a href="#topofpage">Phi</a> adding Chloe Doc Martens to <a href="#topofpage">her interpretation of Claudia's outfit</a> in Abby the Bad Sport.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Season five of <a href="#topofpage">Bad Girls Club</a>. Don't look at me like that. These are the girls Cokie Mason (AND PROBABLY STACEY MCGILL, JUST PUTTING IT OUT THERE) grew up to be. It's the greatest trash ever. Make some popcorn.</li><li style="text-align: justify;">Drew Grant churning out more Bret Easton Ellis/BSC crossovers: <a href="#topofpage">Mary Anne's Man</a>, Stacey and Dawn's Big Adventure <a href="#topofpage">Parts 1</a> and <a href="#topofpage">2</a> </li><li style="text-align: justify;">Getting psyched for <a href="#topofpage">Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</a>. Seriously, I can't even talk about how excited I am. There are no words, just squealing noises and jazz hands. Somewhere in Stoneybrook, Mallory is painstakingly sewing some sweet-ass wizard robes for a midnight showing at the Washington Mall. You <i>know</i> she is.</li></ul></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-25908155667983015302010-09-25T12:08:00.002-04:002012-04-13T19:58:20.359-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Incredulous Kristy Does Not Have Time For Your Gum Chewing Shenanigans</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Mqa_HT4B4U/T4i9eSxxTjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Y4waRXn9ri0/s400/68badbabysitter.jpg" width="278" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Guys, look at this fucking book cover. It is practically a meme in itself. First of all, Claudia's room appears to be a barren, orange-carpeted wasteland. Isn't club headquarters supposed to be crowded and messy and full of art supplies and old Halloween candy? (Illustrator: "Look, I put a painting of Hershey's Kisses on the wall, what more do you want.") Secondly, Jessi (wearing some weird shiny leggings that look suspiciously Dov Charney approved) is <i>clearly</i> thinking "oh shit, I am so screwed right now." Wendy (the Bad Baby-sitter of the title) is like "what? This ain't your castle, I can chew some damn gum. <i>Jeez.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kristy . . . is wearing the bitchiest bitchface of all the bitchfaces. I can't stop staring. It's amazing. Let's take a closer look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4x8bP4gEuM/T4i9k1s_FXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hvYbX8MS0W4/s400/incredulouskristya.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wow. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since you guys make me laugh regularly, I'm pretty sure you can come up with a better caption for her than I can. So I made a <a href="#topofpage">memegenerator template</a> for her. I call her Incredulous Kristy, but you can call her whatever you want. If you come up with something funny, please make an image and leave me a comment with a link to your creation. Funniest image wins the dubious prize of a beat up copy of <a href="#topofpage">Claudia's Book</a>, where you can learn all about the formative events that made Kishi the artist and bad speller she is today.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-42508966164332892522010-09-22T11:00:00.001-04:002012-04-13T19:37:01.510-04:00<b>Claudia Kishi Can't Help Being Inspirational, She Just Is</b><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aQXuDRuRnwI/T4i4jqnQEvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xeXZySR1x_A/s640/claudia01.jpeg" width="330" /></a></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Phi sent me the gorgeous image you see above. She's taken on the task of interpreting ghostwriter fashion speak and illustrating Claudia's outfits. This rendition of Claud's look in book #60 (<a href="/2010/07/60_mary_annes_makeover_i_was_so_close.html">Mary Anne's Makeover</a>) is her first installment. I'm particularly loving the paint-splattered leggings.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can follow Phi's adventures in illustration at <a href="#topofpage">entropificus</a>. I'm looking forward to her versions of Claudia's most iconic outfits, like her <a href="http://www.whatclaudiawore.com/2007/10/super-special-5-california-girls.html">Mexican train engineer</a> garb or her <a href="/2007/04/2_claudia_and_phantom_phone_calls_1986.html">clock-tights &amp; lobster earrings</a> look.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-16152085960237464482010-09-20T16:16:00.004-04:002010-09-21T12:39:42.373-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>#68: Jessi and the Bad Baby-sitter</b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">This book should be called Jessi and the Bad Baby-sitter and Also the Hilarious Baby-sitter. The Hilarious Baby-sitter is Kristy. But first, a Claudia outfit.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"For example, today she was wearing an oversized white shirt under a black vest covered with a design of shiny beads. (She sewed the beads on it herself.) She wore neon green leggings and black ballet slippers (on which she'd sewn a matching bead design). From one of her pierced ears hung a dangling earring made from the same beads and on the other ear she wore a small green hoop earring. It was an original look that only Claudia could make work."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I've realized that my tendency to overuse parentheses is a <i>direct</i> result of reading too many BSC books as a child. My college professors couldn't even beat it out of me; that's how ingrained in my psyche these damn books are. I may need professional help.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">So that's about it for fashion. On a positive note, the folks at Scholastic must've been having a grand ol' time (read: they'd been drinking) when they put this book together, because it is <i>full</i> of hilarity. Except for the b plot about Margo Pike shoplifting troll dolls, but in hindsight that's unintentionally hilarious, too. Come on, Margo. A ring with a troll doll on it? Dream bigger.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Kristy Has A Flair For The Dramatic:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Kristy was right beside me so I handed her the phone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That might have been a mistake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'Dawn, you have to come home, like, right away,' she said urgently into the phone. 'No, I'm <i>not </i>kidding. We're in a mess here and we need you back.'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'You're going to make her feel bad,' said Mary Anne, reaching out to take the phone from Kristy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kristy turned away from Mary Anne, still talking into the phone. 'Yes, that was Mary Anne. . . . No, you can't talk to her until you swear you'll come back right away.'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mary Anne reached around and scooped the phone out of Kristy's hand. 'Don't pay attention to her,' she told Dawn. 'We're doing all right.'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'No, we're not!' Kristy shouted into the mouthpiece."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">No wonder she got the role of Peter Pan. BSC President, master thespian . . . is there anything she </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">can't</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> do? (Besides</span> <a href="/2010/07/60_mary_annes_makeover_i_was_so_close.html">walk in heels</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">, that is.)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Kristy Might As Well Take Over Writing This Blog:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"'Dawn!' she screamed excitedly. We could hear her all the way down in the living room. Instantly we thundered up the stairs to join in on the phone call.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'We just finished watching your video,' Claudia was telling her as we ran into the room. 'It was great!' Claudia cupped her hand around the phone and turned to us. 'It's Dawn.'</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'Duh,' said Kristy."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I should be taking notes from this bitch. Snark doesn't have to be wordy. Sometimes a simple yet eloquent "duh" will suffice. Point taken, Thomas. Point taken. </span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-90175286933697796222010-09-19T08:25:00.008-04:002012-04-13T19:42:18.329-04:00<div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Claudia'd Be Into It: The Uniform Project</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm sure many of you are already familiar with the Uniform Project (those of you who aren't can read about the site's mission and history <a href="#topofpage">here</a>). It was started in 2009 by a woman named Sheena Matheiken who pledged to wear the same dress for a year to raise money for the <a href="#topofpage">Akanksha Foundation</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Uniform Project's <a href="#topofpage">Pilot series</a> features a new woman - and dress - each month. <a href="#topofpage">Lesley Arfin</a> is taking on the challenge for September, wearing a Judi Rosen design (and plenty of <a href="http://theuniformproject.com/#!pilotday?10-September-2010,A-day-in-the-life-of-an-everyday-dress">quirky socks</a>!) to raise funds for <a href="#topofpage">Phoenix House</a>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The concept of the Uniform Project is a fascinating one, and I think Claudia would really dig the challenge. Dude, can you even <i>imagine</i> the crazy dress she'd come up with? It'd be of her own design, of course. Probably tie-dyed, maybe with a dramatic cowlneck. She'd add a little something to it each day; by the end of the month it would be covered in sequins, feathers, fringe, perler beads, and puffy paint. She'd mix things up by pairing it with her sneaker collection, snake bracelet, sandals that wrap up her calves, skeleton earrings, bungee cord belt, etc. Flawless bitch!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Below are some images of <a href="#topofpage">India Salvor Menuez</a>, who kicked off the Pilot series in August. Her profile describes her as "effortless, artsy, slightly subversive, and ultra mellow" . . . kind of like a certain babysitter we all know and love. Shades of Kishi abound in India's outfit choices, amiright?</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQvdmP1g8Gw/T4i5ywxp_EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-AA19-cNMSM/s400/india.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mismatched socks &amp; mismatched shoes (sometimes together), crazy colorful crochet pieces, leggings galore . . . love it. India even cut one version of the dress in half (see the top left and bottom right pictures) and wore it as a skirt &amp; crop top. Girl, you <i>know</i> Claudia would.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-79364653753686801252010-09-15T17:08:00.005-04:002012-04-13T20:52:00.507-04:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>BSC at Fashion Week: What Is This I Can't Even</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I feel like my entire Google Reader has been taken hostage by New York Fashion Week. Which is pretty great; I get to enjoy NYFW in small, clickable doses (while eating Honey Mustard and Onion pretzels, which would probably be frowned upon at most shows), and Mark All As Read once I'm tired of staring at the beautiful people.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of my favorite reads has been <a href="#topofpage">White Lightning</a> -- <a href="#topofpage">Elizabeth Spiridakis</a> is the kind of blogger who inspires me to use cliched phrases like "keeping it real". Plus she gets really excited about ridiculous shoes and throws outfits together in a way Claudia Kishi would totally approve of. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I was catching up on her Fashion Week coverage when I came across <a href="#topofpage">her entry</a> on <a href="#topofpage">Rachel Antonoff</a>'s slumber party themed presentation and . . . I died a little inside.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jljaWT8gLS4/T4jKJFi97lI/AAAAAAAAALY/0bTksMU9Pe8/s400/rachel3.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jessi Ramsey has made it to Fashion Week! Slouch socks are so in right now! Leotards for everyone!</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>(More information about the presentation can be found on </i><a href="#topofpage"><i>Daily Candy</i></a><i> and </i><a href="#topofpage"><i>Stylecaster</i></a><i>. If all Fashion Week presentations involved bubbles and s'mores, I'd be trying to elbow my way inside a few right now. 'Cause, come on. Free s'mores.)</i> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38899322.post-44975394319093961652010-09-11T12:31:00.004-04:002012-04-13T19:59:21.321-04:00<div><b>Change of Season</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Autumn is exciting for many reasons: fall foliage, delicious pumpkin ales, an excuse to eat a lot of candy, my birthday, etc. After a summer of sweating through tank tops, getting back to layering/boots weather is maybe the most exciting reason of all. A lot of fall trend reports (like <a href="#topofpage">this one</a> at Refinery29) are pointing to camel as<i> the</i> shade of the season, and I never say no to a good neutral. Below, some items from my fall lust list. Off to rob a bank or two, see ya later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="#topofpage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="355" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkhF7JxmfoM/T4i9zA9EG1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AKMs-_3bF0Q/s400/autumnbrowns.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i>Clockwise from top left: 1. Frye <a href="#topofpage">Darci studded clog</a> 2. UO <a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;itemCount=80&amp;startValue=161&amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;sortby=&amp;id=19013044&amp;parentid=WOMENS_ACCESSORIES&amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority&amp;navCount=28&amp;navAction=jump&amp;color=&amp;pushId=WOMENS_ACCESSORIES&amp;popId=WOMENS&amp;prepushId=&amp;selectedProductSize=">Risky reader</a> 3. Anthropologie <a href="#topofpage">Million Elephants bag</a> 4. Frye <a href="#topofpage">Miranda t-strap</a> 5. Swedish Hasbeens <a href="#topofpage">Jodhpur bootie</a> 6. Madewell <a href="#topofpage">cascade colordrop necklace</a> 7. Madewell <a href="#topofpage">biker bomber jacket</a></i></span></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3