Photo by Darren Blackburn

Outfit worn yesterday. Yes, it was 90 degrees out and I wore an all-black outfit. Who does that? Usually not me, but I’ve only been buying dark clothes recently.

I sang LL Cool J and Mana during Karaoke. Who goes out to two bars on a Tuesday? Usually not me, but I gave into peer pressure. I’ve only been drinking margaritas recently.

100 percent thrifted from The Value Center:

• black lace blouse (originally it was more of a shirt dress, but it didn’t look right on this old broad, so I just had to cut it shorter)
• black cotton jumpsuit (shortened, hemmed, and altered by me!)
• black velvet heels

Fat Friends for Life.

This is a long post, so if you read it all the way through, I applaud you. And I’ve included a photo because I just hate all-text posts. Enjoy.

My friend told me I need more fat friends. It’s weird, I don’t have a lot of fat friends IRL. But I have tons in my interwebz world. No pun intended. I don’t know what it is, though. I guess I just don’t meet a lot of fatties in HelL-A. Or maybe I just don’t consider people in terms of their fatness (or non-fatness). My sister says this is a problem for me. Sometimes, she’ll ask me, “Do you think that person is fat?” and I’ll usually respond with a “No, not really.” I don’t want to be mean or politically incorrect.

Of course, I talk about being fat in jest with my friends, but that’s only because I know they won’t be all stupid and get all butt-hurt or offended and I’m the same way. Hell, if someone calls me fat, it’s not like I can deny it; I clearly am fat. Duh. But when I talk to my regular friends about style or clothes and fashion, it’s never about fat-fashion. We don’t talk about plus-size stores or lines. I don’t think there should be a divided line between fat-fashion and straight fashion; although there clearly is, but that’s a topic that’s been widely covered already, so I’ll just pass over that for now.

Anyhow, I don’t think my friends see me as some kind of anomaly because I have style and I happen to be fat. I think - hope, at least - that they see me as the norm because I know I see them that way. I personally think all my friends have great style and maybe that’s the common factor that binds us; not the fact that we’re not all models. And for the most part, I am probably the only person on the larger end of the scale in terms of fatness amongst all my friends. I just don’t know what to think about all of this stuff that’s running through my cabeza.

On the one hand, I like to talk about fat-fashion, but on the other hand, I don’t want to be all “the world needs more plus-size lines, pronto!” political feminazi (because that’s so not me and it’s so not what this blog is about). I seriously am content with the clothes I find at thrift stores. Some might consider this to be complacency. Do not be confused, my dears. I have shopped at department stores in the mall, but my style will always remain true with more one-of-a-kind items found only while thrifting. I like that I’m probably the only person to find that crazy striped Oscar de la Renta smock. I like the fact that I can go with all my friends to the Value Center and we’ll all be able to find at least one thing that will fit each one of us exclusively. That’s the fun of being able to shop at thrift stores. I know I won’t go into Forever 21 with one of my smaller-sized friends because I would not find anything in my size, save for a pair of earrings. And maybe that’s why i don’t shop at the mall. Who knows, really?

But what do you, my fair readers, think? Do you have a lot of fat friends? Does a shopping experience differ if you’re with friends who are different sizes?

I chose to post this photo because I’m not all philosophical corazones rojos all the time. And if you’re a fattie who happens to live in the Los Angeles area, hit me up. We can shop together, have coffee, text each other (or if you have Verizon and can do long distance texting, anyone! everyone! e-mail me your numbers. I text all day long). I’m down for whatever. I have fun. See! It’s evident in this photo.

This year for Halloween, I was actually invited out to party, so I figured I might as well make a go of it and not be a big ol’ halloWEENIE. Anyhow, I dressed up as Pierrot. Originally, I was going to dress up as one of my favorite literary heroines, Hester Prynne, but while out looking for an appropriate dress, I found this black and white collar instead. Soon enough, Hester was out and Pierrot was in, but I knew I wanted to wear all black, so I just pulled out a bunch of black stuff from my closet. And I don’t look good with hats, hence pulling up my hair into a bun. I bought some white pom poms from Joanne’s and whim wham bam, I had a costume. I’m also wearing black nylon leggings from INC, a sheer blouse given to me by Becky, velvet heels from The Value Center, and a poncho with puffy collar made by my good friend, Daniel. All in all, I only spent $6 for the entire costume. Really, it’s that easy, folks. And a special thanks goes out to my make-up team, Darren and Nicholas; because this bitch don’t know shit about make-up, yo. I have a very shaky hand which is why you will never see me wear more than eye liner and chapstick. I did, however, like the way I did my lipstick and want to do it like this all the time, but with a darker shade - maybe a black cherry color. Anywhoselbees, the following photo was part of my inspiration. I really liked the Erin Fetherston look from her Fall 09 collection and I wanted to look as chic as that, but I don’t think it worked out very well. Regardless, I liked my costume even though most people just thought I was a plain clown. It’s like, hello, doesn’t anyone know who Pierrot was?

Part of my Halloween costume..if I decide to go out that day.

*NOTE: I will not be wearing it on my head like in this photo.

This past Sunday, I headed out to the Brewery Art Walk in Downtown. My lovely friend, Luz, was showcasing some of her art. Sadly, I forgot to take photos of her amazingly cute pieces; mainly because it was so damn hot and I couldn’t deal with being in the stuffy humid studio spaces. Anyhow, Nicholas had my camera and I didn’t even know he took this photo of me! Sheesh, my boobs look huge. I am wearing my pink paisley silk dress and black Dr. Scholl’s wedges.

More photos of some random art displays taken with my mobile phone; including my all-time favorite food, CHEESE! Ahh.

Sometimes it’s 90 degrees in the San Fernando Valley and all you want to wear are a pair of jean shorts, a cute little floral blouse, and some comfy espadrilles.

Photo taken on Thursday, October 22, 2009.

As much as I’d like to wear ripped leggings and shredded jeans everyday, it’s just not realistic. Don’t get me wrong, what you see me post on the old blog is what I actually wear in real life (to go to work, hang out with my friends and family, go dancing at clubs). But my every day wear is more casual. It’s more lady-like and proper. And even though my place of work has no problem with me wearing my crazy bright green dresses and DIY jeans (my boss is always telling me I look “cute”), I don’t like to go overboard; especially since I have to converse with parents and students. Anyhow, my point was to emphasize that this outfit is more of what I wear on a day-to-day basis: simple dress and shoes. By the way, these are my brand new-previously owned brogues. I’ve pretty much been wearing them all week. And dayum, my hair looks good in this photo!

I have been a member of flickr’s wardrobe_remix for almost two years and I barely got mentioned as one of the “remixers of the week” by w_r founder, Tricia. Oh well, better late than never. Anywhoselbees, head on over to bits and bobbins to see lil’ ol’ me along with other girls who have more style in one pinky finger than I have in my whole body. My favorite photo was Black Luna (of course) because she just rocks everything. Seriously, she is the thrift store master and wears black better than anyone I have seen. EVER.

Everything except the leggings were thrifted from the Value Center.

I wore this outfit last Friday to hang out with an old friend. It was actually cool enough to wear my favorite leather jacket I thrifted more than two years ago. It was on sale for $2, so I win.

OK, so about the leggings. While out on the town, I got some weird looks, to say the least; mostly from old fogies though. I got a few compliments from the young folk (cue PB&J whistling). I mean, I know I sometimes wear crazy shit and bright-ass colors, but I don’t care either way.

Originally I had small holes on the front of the leggings, but I didn’t think they looked right and so I just cut out an entire trapezoid. I like how from afar, they give the illusion of me wearing shorts and thigh highs. But I also think I look like a football player with those thigh pads underneath the shorts. Do you know what I’m talking about?

Anyhow, I enjoy showcasing what many people have told me is my best feature (is that a back-handed compliment or what? what about the rest of me?), so these leggings are perfect. And if I do say so myself, my legs and thighs are lookin’ hella fuh-ine. Great, “You Make Me Nervous” by Gravy Train is stuck in my head now:

“She doesn’t have the titties, she doesn’t have the ass, she doesn’t have the thick-ass Mexican thighs that I posess!”

Aw, shit! Preview photos of the Rodarte for Target collection from the frisky. Me want the sequined skull dress aaaand the leopard one. I can’t wait to see the rest of the line. Mark your calendars! December 20th; 15 days after my birthday.

Diane Kruger is my new style icon. And it all started with this photo from whowhatwear. How can one person be complete fashion perfection?

Photos via Google

I wanted to keep the momentum going with my daily outfit posts. Seriously, it doesn’t take longer than five minutes to prop up the camera on my balcony ledge, so I don’t know why I didn’t do it more often before. Anyhow, as you can see, no coat today! Yes, it was up to 85 damn degrees on my side of Los Scandalous. This is why my style is so random: crazy schizophrenic weather. OK, so about the clothes. This is my go-to ensemble when I feel like looking a little more profesh slash girly slash sophisticated. I feel like a real ol’ career gal in this little outfit, y’all. I’m wearing one of my all-time favorite dresses (the colors! the print! die!), most recent actually-new-new-not-new-used oversized grey sweater, and my brown oxfords. And in this outfit, a guy at Coffeebucks said I looked cute and I got cat-called outside my work. So all in all, I win for today.

Look, only one arm!

I always feel like my best outfits are the ones that are the most spontaneous; not yesterday’s obviously. I posted it to showcase what I really wear on a day to day basis even if it’s not all hot-to-trot or glamorous. Anyhow, sometimes I only have 10 minutes before I have to be at work and I’ll be standing in front of my closet in my underwear trying to choose one item that I can base my whole outfit around. This is exactly what happened to me today (and most days). I knew I wanted the key item to be my plum-colored pair of tights. Then I saw my maroon Docs on the floor next to me and I instantly knew I wanted to do a monochromatic look. And of course my favorite burgundy mini dress was clean. I grabbed my tan coat and whim wham bam, I was ready for work! Seriously, I love monochromatic outfits. I think I want to do an all brown outfit next.

It actually rains in Los Angeles. And what’s a girl to do? Bust out the maroon-colored Docs (water-defying beauties) and army green jacket with a much-needed hood (because I can’t find my umbrella). The rain always starts up when I least expect it and I’m never quite ready. I need a new water-proof coat, but I hate looking. All my old coats have either been found at the thrift store or given as birthday gifts (as was this one about three or four birthdays ago; it’s from Old Navy). I actually have one really nice coat I wear for special occasions that I bought back in December 07, but it’s too nice for everyday wear. I can deal in the meantime though because it’s not even really cold and it’s not like it snows.