Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

It's week two of Me Made May . . . are you tired of seeing my mug yet? Day One, Monday (since I left off with Sunday, a hungover day post Derby madness). That's the Colette Sorbetto, altered.  I inverted the pleat, sewed it two inches, and did the rest the same.  That shirt is the skirt I hacked up . . . I mentioned that about three posts ago, I think.  I love the shirt; Mr. Fairytale seems to heart it too.  The shirt is a total win.  The skirt, well it gave me that shirt.  Jeans: Express.   Day Two, Tuesday (also known as the last day of class for the semester).  I posted this one on Instagram and Facebook, and from the reaction .  . .well, I love the dress too.  I have another one with purple polka dots (sorta).  It's The Staple Dress, by April Rhodes, in Anna Maria Horner fabric.  On this one you can see I did a bit of shearing at the waist (just enough, three rows).  My other version only has on...

I had these tights . . . not just any tights, but spectacular tights.  They were sweater tights, without the bulk.  They were grey plaid, with blue and yellow.  They were cool, hip, happening tights.  They were 25 bucks from Mod Cloth. They ripped, on the second wearing.  How did they rip? I snagged them on the foil wrapper from a yoghurt container.  In my house.  Shit.  Of course the larger question is why in the hell did I spend 25 bucks on a pair of tights? Okay, they are cool . . .But, my poor, cheap self really was lost in a Lupus haze of hell literally sitting on the floor, in the corner, with a hand on each wall praying for the room to stop spinning.  When the room did stop spinning, after a round or two of upchucking, I crawled into bed.  As the dizzy subsided I laid there fearing to get up, so I watched movies online and window shopped.  Yea . . . I blame the dizzy.  I also blame the sheer and utter exhau...