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

Thu May 1
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…

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…