What I Wore Would Be Hated By Mary Rambin
I started this tumblroonie after seeing What I Wore and Style, By Mary Rambin .
Let's face it: We all wear clothes, but we can't all give a shit about them... In my case, sometimes I do care, but my aesthetic is far from traditional, fashionable or mainstream. Let's put it this way: What I Wore would be hated By Mary Rambin.
My clothing is a combination of designer hand me downs from mom, vintage and secondhand pieces I've picked up around Boston and Los Angeles, mall crap and things I've stolen from ex-boyfriends. I don't believe in trying to match, looking "too busy" or showering more than five times a week.
I expect that some of you will relate to me, most of you will laugh at me and maybe a few of you will be inspired to stop caring about what you're supposed to wear and just wear whatever the fuck you feel like, but seriously: do with this whatever you please. We're all adults here.
Feel free to contact my uncoordinated ass: mollsshewrote@gmail.com
Step 1: Don’t shower for three days
Step 2: Grab all your hair in your hands.
Step 3: Position hair as fair away from the neck as possible while avoiding placing it directly on top of your head.
Step 4: Wrap elastic around pony tail three times and make sure to do a half assed job finishing it off, making it necessary to repeat Steps 1-4 no less than seven times in a given day.
This hairstyle is a great alternative to giving a fuck.
What I Wore: 5/2/08
Beater: Hanes
Jeans: Levis
Shoes: None
Where: Working at home
What I Wore: Last Saturday, whatever that was
Dress: Korean designer, bought here in K-town near the Pinkberry on 6th
Shoes: Unicorn sneaks by 80%20
Purse: Louis Vuitton
Where: My art show!
What I Wore: Last Friday, whatever that was.
Top: Etro
Skirt: American Apparel
Belt: Thrifted
Shoes: Black flats my dog at the tag out of
Where: Tumblr meetup at the Belmont
So remember when Boneskis got Bronchitis and that dude bought her some expensive shoes and a dress or something? Well, the other day I wrote on my real blog about how I was sad about something or another (boys, yay!) and I have some pretty loyal readers over there and one of them went so far as to send me 20 blue Xanax wrapped up in a t-shirt she had laying around the house… Brand new with the tags still on it, too! It said “More Cowbell” on the front and was a men’s extra large.
Well, ya know… that’s not really my steez, as we say in the biz. I know I wasn’t even supposed to care about the shirt, that it was really just a nesting place for my 20mg friends, but that’s not my steez either… so I made a dress…