relieve the strange
Yesterday I was commenting on Merl's blog and after I clicked ok to post it, I got a little twinge of "Oh? Wait. Was that too. . . strange?" So I texted her really quick to give a brief disclaimer of like "oh, I hope didn't go too far" or some shit like that and realized that I have a sort of block still. I think the reason I don't tweet so much or leave comments too often is because I feel nervous about people finding out that I am actually really strange. I mean, maybe everyone is sort of strange, I just have this terrible impulse lately to just let all my strange out of the bag. Unfortunately, I would never feel comfortable doing that here since this is no longer a very anonymous space seeing as how you know my name and where I live, and my family reads this and who knows who else, so I have been toying with the idea of an alter ego blog where you don't ever see pics of my face, or I am always in a different disguise (like wigs and masks), and I don't post very often, maybe once a week, but when I do its really to just relieve all the strange I have tucked away in my little shy corner of my brain. The outfits would be completely crazy and outlandish, utterly impractical, maybe scandalous. My words may be a little controversial, things I don't really feel like arguing about, or making waves about here. You would have no idea when or what name I was under, and I would comment on your blogs with the alias and say what ever I want (I would never use my alias for evil so don't worry about that!) Unfortunately like a silly villain, I have told you my entire plan now so it will pretty obvious when the weirdo (named Longshadow or some such) in the mustache comes to your blog and says, "for some reason this outfit makes me want to strip down to my undies and run through the sprinklers" that it is actually me in disguise. But how would you know really? It could be someone else who just read this and just wants to mess with me now. Oh crap. Maybe I should never have said anything. Now I am going to be all paranoid. See. . .. some of the weird is showing already.
Wore this last night to a bowling Bachelor / Bachelorette party for my brother and his fiance who are getting married this Saturday. They are both 19, thus the bowling instead of drinking and strippers. Wholesome fun. These were taken by my tripod outside of the alley. Yes, I excused myself from the game, put my sandals back on and headed out front to take these in front of dudes smoking and talking on cell phones. And. . . do you want to see the most horrible thing I have ever photographed? I found this when I was taking these pictures. I almost stepped on it. DO NOT click on this link if you are feeling sensitive or have PMS. Maybe I should have saved it for the alter ego blog.
Romper: vintage thrifted (the same one from last week that I accidentally listed as a dress)
Vest: vintage gifted
MIA Sandals: Urban Outfitters
Purse (actually a crappy thing, water stained and broken latch, but for some reason I like it) thrifted
p.s. I am probably not going to do this. Just to let you know. I was just thinking about it.