My plans and expectations for my sophomore year of high school haven't exactly been put into action or met. Not academically, extracurricular-ly (I know it's not a word) and especially not style-ly (also not a word, but who has the time to think of real ones?). Sure, I've worn a few dresses here and there, and my new boots have gotten a tad broken in. But the problem with Seattle (one of many) is the awkward time between summer and fall. In the mornings, it will be 50 degrees and misty, but by 2:00 it's 70 degrees and sunny. So how does one dress for such occasions? Well, the most common way for girls my age is like this:
Something from UW, moccasins/flip-flops/sneakers, and lululemons. Haven't heard of lululemon? Here's a definition:
a popular yoga and exercise brand of clothing. mostly for yoga and dance and running, but also just worn for fashion. extremely comfy and modified fabrics are used, like LUON for wicking properties and staying dry.
And here's a less professional, yet more truthful definition:
Vancouver-based maker of the tightest pants on the face of the planet. Possibly has something to do with yoga. Definitely has something to do with very attractive girls with nice butts. These pants will ruin your concentration. The logo at the back is hypnotic(both from urbandictionary).
The most popular style is the groove pant, which costs, no joke, $98. Seriously. Now, you know my shopping rule: it's gotta be under $30, or it's not going in my cart. So I would never buy a pair of lululemons. But here's the thing: they are extremely comfortable. At least, the Champion
brand ones I bought at Costco are.
I love Costco.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Now, the hipstery internet community can be fickle. Very fickle indeed. Etsy went from felt cupcakes to felt bacon to felt Wayfarers in the blink of an eye. Presently, the mustache is enjoying its fifteen minutes of fame, and I decided to share the limelight-- I only regret that I didn't do it sooner. (obviously doing something at the same time as other hipsters is completely without hipster cred-- you have to do it exactly fifteen minutes beforehand, so that it's on the radar but still a vague beeping red dot). Nowadays, it's hard to find something on the internet that isn't embossed or embroidered with a mustache.
He's saying what wheird?
Where did this begin? I'm guessing it had a little something to do with our friend Andy:
He's saying what wheird?
Now that's all very well and good, but where do the ladies come in? I also think that Archie McPhee, which never gets enough credit, was way ahead of its time on this one.
So where does that leave yours truly? I admit that I was slightly nervous about entering the cutthroat world of hipster kitsch, but despite this I found myself parading around Philly on Saturday with a self-adhesive soup strainer. One strung-out dude stroked it for a while until I started backing away slowly and ran up the escalator, and a fellow with skinny jeans took a sneaky photo of me with his shiny Apple product, which I feel signifies hipster victory, right? I should smoke myself an American Spirit to celebrate.
Just kidding. Smoking is super gross.
Note cute/totally gross couple in the background. I mean, they were cute until the tongues came out, then they were totally gross.