What I Wore Would Be Hated By Mary Rambin

I'm Molly McAleer.

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

Mon Apr 21

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Wagandstuff and I just got back from LAX.

I didn’t take pictures of my outfits, but I bought a bunch of new clothes at my mom’s consignment shop, Second Time Around in Needham, MA. Yeah, she runs the place, so I’m partial but it’s actually been a long time favorite of mine. I always find something unique there. (For examps, this time I was out, I got a bright green purse that’s made to look like a watering can. It’s absolutely hysterical. I didn’t have enough room in my bag, so momski’s mailing it out to me— I can’t wait to post pictures.) There was a Nanette Lepore dress I was obsessed with but resisted purchasing— if you live in the area and wear anything between a 2 and a 6, get your butt down there and buy it. 

Other things I picked up: a DVF skirt, a vintage lime green cardigan, and several pairs of brightly colored, never been worn, originally-dyed-to-match-only-God-knows-what flats and sandals. Pink, purple, teal…     They are horrendous and amazing at the same time and I can’t wait to make every single last person I know question my vision/sanity when I wear them. 

Regularly scheduled blogging resumes tomorrow.