I’ve already mentioned my love of hidden darkness. The AntiCraft has posted a bat shawl that has me once again wishing I knew how to knit.
What a perfect age-appropriate accessory for the classy lady with a penchant for creatures of the night.
Subtle and perfect…
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Now, this had to have started as a joke; overinflated egos toying with masses for fun. I could launch into a massive sociological tirade, but lucky for the folks at A.P.C. and the rash of gullible humans who forked over $120 for this thing…my typing abilities are currently restricted.
I don’t know what’s more discouraging: the fact that this shirt took a COLLABORATION to design (as if it were groundbreaking and not the most common, standard piece of clothing ever sold on this planet, and for under 10 bucks)…or the fact that it actually sold out.
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I’m starting a new feature on this blog entitled “I Don’t Get Fashion.” Due to my health, it has been two years since I’ve seen the outside world or been to a clothing store. But sometimes I glimpse a trend online, or through some sort of media, and emerge from the vision utterly baffled…like I’m looking at prototypes of an alien invention.
Disclaimer: I’m not trying to hate on anyone or anything. These fashion comments are coming from a former(ish) goth. Let’s not take ourselves too seriously, okay?
Anyway, Fashion, I know you must continue blasting out ever-new trends for eager consumers. But sometimes I still don’t get you.
First case in point: Drop Crotch Slim Harem Pants.
If one needs that “billowy upper leg (only)” feeling, or room for an industrial sized diaper, I guess one has come to the right place. Why not cover those pesky calves snuggly and allow plenty of open thigh chafing space?
You may be asking “what is the perfect body type to pull off this style?” And the answer is none. I’ll save us all the magazine article commentary and cut straight to the truth: no body type can “rock” this. Or even climb the ladder into “mildly passable.”
I can’t help but think each pair is a gruesome tailoring mistake for which any customer would instantly demand a refund (and maybe sue for damages).
I am asking, un-ironically, for anyone to speak out in support of this trend. If you love ’em, let me hear the baggy-crotch backlash! Or feel free to ponder their existence out loud.
I don’t knit (I know, I know…I should learn but I already have so many craft obsessions). Sometimes I do random searches for knit patterns anyway. This came up in a query for “owl sweater.” Excellent pattern…
The design is subtle yet distinct. I wish I could knit it, because the ones I’ve seen for sale are at least $90.
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Brains: it’s what’s for dinner.
And speaking of, who thought a grinning peanut grinding his own brain out onto a platter was…a great idea for a product? I envision a young Hannibal Lecter having a lovely time with this. Don’t get me wrong. I’d like one.
For the one time every few years that I need to physically remove a staple:
What actually happens when you have a toothache. Next time you are bothered, understand that it is just the worms, demons and ghosts acting up beneath your enamel.
Mid-century America presents NARCISSISM: THE DRESS.
I don’t. But I’ve heard the stories.
Ohhhhhh…so that’s how you get a man. You glue him down! I’ve been doing it wrong.
A real book; I kid you not:
When a man is asked what is perfectly irresistible I highly doubt “wool mantilla” is the first item that comes to mind (click picture to enlarge).
The quote that made my week (thanks, Casey):
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God, is that you?
No wait, is that you, God?
Not like this.
I’m not sure if this gaping chasm counts as a “neckline.”
The single best, or maybe worst, job in the world.
Now, this is some food I could eat. Does anyone have a copy of this?
Keep in mind they use the word “enjoy” in the broadest possible sense.
This fellow is very open minded…
And let that be a reminder to stay open-minded about the amorous preferences of others.
Pinterest inspired me to do a search for dancing skeleton shirts. I do believe my wardrobe should contain one to display my enthusiasm for the Halloween season (though I’d wear it all year).
Here are some I came across…
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Love this one…but $282 for a T-shirt?
Do you like any of these?
I want to go here. So badly.
Anyone know the artist for this?
I do not know this woman, but her batty glasses indicate she’s probably pretty great.
This woman, too…
A child destined for greatness.
I really want this game!
Bats and cats…oh my.
Now let’s get serious and talk about death. Great book title:
And another:
I would absolutely read this one.
Another incredible title.
Does anyone have this? I couldn’t find it anywhere, but I’m curious and intrigued.
The first? Great detective work, Dr. Donohue.
I never knew a mortuary could be so exciting.
“Man describes his sensations while slowly roasting to death”
Rather beautiful antique illustration:
Indication of slightly skewed priorities (read the fine print…she’s upset about her hair).
It may feel like slight indigestion at first, but…
Anyone know where this anthropomorphic poison comes from?
Brilliant!
Serenade…
Lovely death and (a) maiden.
Come in, kiddies. A meaty, cheesy death surely does not await you in the hungry jaws of Mayor McCheese.
Heaven?
Hell?
For the ladies…
I don’t think this ended well.
The end.
SheWalksSoftly 