Don’t let my smiles fool you. I’m not feeling this outfit at all. Granted, it looked better in my head. I was thinking black stripes, tan, light-washed jeans, all classic items, right? But this looks awkward as hell. And the brooch is a total afterthought. I guess this in-between weather just got to me. For the entire month of March (and maybe even before that, I can’t remember), the sky has been the color of dirty cotton balls and it’s been drizzling or foggy most days. I appreciate the new leaves and the flowers, and I know I will complain when the sun arrives and it gets hot, but can we just get something else to break up the monotony here, please?
I envy those of you who get to have a real spring with sunshine and shit. All we get is fog, smog… and… uh, bugs.
Top: local shop, Blazer: thrifted, Jeans: Sneak Peek, Brooch: vintage, Boots: Betts
Here is another neutral outfit from me. This one is on purpose, not because I couldn’t find any pop of color to add to it, but because it was inspired by this, as part of the Pinned It and Did It challenge. Although it didn’t turn out nearly as sharp as the inspirational photo (never knew I needed a grey blazer until now), I liked it.
It’s been feeling more spring-like around here, except for us “spring-like” means rain and humidity, so it really isn’t as nice as you’d think. Good thing that nature makes up for the miserable weather by putting all kinds of trees in bloom. Our grapefruit tree has been blooming for nearly two weeks now and I wish I could capture how incredible the fragrance is. Not sure how many of those will bear fruits, but at least we can enjoy the flowers for now.
Shirt: hand-me-down, Blazer & Belt: thrifted, Jeans: Target, Heels: Payless
I had an awesome weekend: my computer died on Saturday and my Internet went out on Sunday night. I’ve got a new computer and am in the slow process of transferring all salvaged data into it, but the Internet still hasn’t been fixed yet (I’m blogging during lunch at work) so I don’t know how regular posting is going to be.
Anyway, the weekend wasn’t all that bad, because I managed to catch Ender’s Game in between tearing my hair out over my computer and banging hopelessly on my modem. I know there is a boycott against the movie because Orson Scott Card is a dick, but it doesn’t change the fact that it is a good (if totally soul-scarring) story. I love the book, although apparently it was too depressing to take home with me when I moved, so I only have a broad memory of the plot without any clear details.
It turns out to be the perfect mindset to watch this movie, because even though it sticks quite close to the book, it has to compress a great deal and cut out a great deal more. Since I already know what’s going on without remembering exactly how it happens, I understood the subtle points of the story while still got that sense of anticipation of watching something for the first time. Of course, all that cutting and compressing means that it doesn’t have much of the emotional resonance of the original story anymore. All the actors are good (kudos to the filmmakers for a pretty diverse cast), but I definitely don’t feel as attached to Ender as I was when I read the book.
So, my verdict? I like the movie, but it should be accompanied by reading the book first. The book is much more psychological and philosophical, which of course the movie forgoes in favor of laser guns and stuff blowing up, but that’s to be expected.
Shirt: H&M, Blazer: thrifted, Jeans: Mango, Boots: Steve Madden (thrifted), Brooch: vintage
I straight up stole this outfit from Kelley. I would’ve put a little more thought into it (other than “The brown boots would look better with this, only I wore them yesterday already,” I mean), but my brain was on fire. Today I read the worst script I’ve ever read in my time as a script reader – and I’ve read some pretty horrific scripts as an intern, so that gives you an idea of how bad this is. It was like a bad acid trip… which this script probably was. And the worst part is, I’m not allowed to say anything too negative in my comments. I get it, people don’t like to be told that they suck, but to paraphrase Remy from Ratatouille: Anyone can write, that doesn’t mean anyone should.
I tell you, it took a lot of post-Valentine’s Day chocolates to quench my rage.
Shirt: Gap, Blazer: thrifted, Scarf: Forever21
Jeans: Charlotte Russe, Boots: Target