"down below those dandy clothes you're just a shade too white"

american apparel tri-blend tank, don't be a hero and vintage jewelry, vintage sweater

my beast (i.e. golden retriever) Sam

beloved gray converse

american apparel tri-blend tank and raglan sweatshirt, topshop chrome shorts


yeah, I am actually alive. hard to believe, I know. I've just been insanely busy so I figured I had to give you a little heads up with that last post to let you know that I was going to be a little preoccupied for a while.

I've started a new job that was seriously kicking my ass for a second there. I figured out later that I was the only one there starting out with my position without any previous experience or real protocol training, yay! But I've got it down now and my boss's "figure out the best way for you" approach to instruction actually did work out for the better, just made me absolutely panicked that I was about to be fired every second for about the first week or so.

Am also taking summer classes which aren't too bad. Public Speaking's a bitch but I'm also spending it with a couple good friends. And though Advanced Composition is at night, I'm an English nerd so I actually really like it... don't judge me :P

Sorry about the pictures, I can't seem to find someone who will actually help me out with the blog and take photos of my outfits, which are majorly 90's inspired currently. nothing beats the ska/grunge/surf rat of the 90's in my mind, it's pretty much my childhood as a wannabe tomboy street hockey wahine (which is an actual word) summarized. Listened to nothing but No Doubt and Nirvana for the majority of my life until I moved where they had never heard of either them. Damn un-ska, anit-grunge Nor Cal. Moved here and all the wore was L.L. Bean, which has, thankfully, evolved a bit since then :P

as for Sam, I call him Beast because he's actually the sweetest living thing ever. total affection whore :P

"leave all your lovin, your longing behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive"

Too many people think all of California looks like Disneyland or some other movie set. We all walk around in full makeup, lines memorized, ready to tantrum if our Starbucks hasn't been delivered by the time we reach our trailer. We exist only in Rodeo Drive and Sunset Blvd, glittering beaches and sparkling weather, earthquakes and scripted drama.

But I am a third generation Californian and maybe that's why I love the Grapevine with this breath-intake kind of love. It's somewhat unreal unless you know this state well, a mix of these norms with its outlying suburbs and then the distinctly imperfect with crags and seasons. Ridges can be barren save for these tiny insignificant green starbursts that may be able to bite, and then lushly dead with our namesake gold which seems stroke-able like a favored pet. Then there are the movie days. The perfection that no one expected to find so close to Los Angeles, an otherworldly vision of clouds greenhills wildflowers. How could such normal beauty exist in a manufactured Mecca of the False?

There certainly is that evolution gripping and tearing my home into this merchandise-centered filth that I'm beginning to not recognize, but I don’t see how this differs from you. Juicy Tracksuits may have started in Beverly Hills, but they’ll end on your street corner, maybe to be revived by another generation, thrifting for inspiration. Know that discounting whatever you think we are will in distance discount your own misconceptions.

Rail the fear of wind rain and that particular scent of a shook earth, but then I invite you to live a charred home simply because the Santa Anas decided to do what they do best that day. Fear that instead, pride intact.

Proud American, Dissapointed Californian

I'm gonna take a small break from fashion (barely) and talk a touch about politics. If this bothers you or you are Anti-Gay Rights, please do not read this post.

As you all know, Prop 8 was passed on Tuesday and I have to say that I feel horribly guilty. Although I voted against it and had several heated "discussions" with friends and family alike trying to persuade them that it is indeed a civil rights issue, and not an intended offence to any one's God, I feel like I didn't do enough to defeat this retched thing. I focused far too much on our President-Elect and not enough on my friends.

So I am taking this time to sincerely apologize to those who this abhorrent bill has wounded so deeply. I can't even begin to imagine how badly you are hurting and promise you that I will do everything I can to help overturn it. I fiercely believe that it will and I am certainly going to be a part of it. I only wish that it had never been even attempted so that you, my friends, could have never felt this hurt.

Please tell me if there is anything I can do. I want to know about any rallies or protests in the San Fransisco area and I will do my best to get there.

You have a friend in me,
Bridget