Overpriced t-$hirt: I'm my own Creeper

I'll leave you weeping when I tell you this shirt was $60. To be fair, I bought it in an impossibly cool thrift store in Denmark, one which you had to climb down stairs to get to, and also fight your way through disco pants, and fur collars to get to.

It was a shirt, a tight collared, long and oversized shirt, so naturally I took to it with scissors, like a true crop-top lovin' soul. I paid for it with Kroners, thinking it would be the equivalent to the average thrifted tee, but found later on it was a whole $60. But I thought nothing of it, because I loved the perfectly worn, torn, and faded feel and look of it. Someone before me, whether they were a retired rocker with a long head of hair and a balding crown, or a slim, twiggy young woman who couldn't get enough of her 'BØ rne Radio', wore this shirt to absolute death, and I'm fully thankful for that. Because no one loves those first few awkward months of a piece of clothing, its a little stiff, scuff-free and just too new. Like new white shoes. You know exactly what I'm talking about.

I'm my own Creeper. 

The power of Flowers, or fake ones anyway

I am actually obsessed with making things out of fake flowers. I feel like a little disappointed in myself for not planting, growing and harvesting these flowers myself, but ain't nobody got time for dat. 

So I bought these by the colourful bunch, and made a white headpiece for my friend's Woodstock themed 21st. I have a morning wood for Woodstock themed parties, so I went all out. Assembling the headpiece was actually at a 4 year old's skill level, so I actually shouldn't brag about this too much. I also shouldn't brag about it because it is the most unoriginal idea ever. I just thought it would be an excuse to take photos with pretty flowers. Even thought they're fake. Whatever. Just ponder the fact that I may be shirtless under those flowers. 

And the illusion is shattered because I'm not, HA!

I wanna see your Pom-Poms

So I was let loose in a Forever 21 store in San Francisco, and when you are shopping overseas you feel like you should buy anything you lay your eyes on. Well I didn't think this purchase out very well, because, as you can see it looks pretty awful on me, maybe even dreadful. So after two years of it sitting in my closet, I decided to take it out, cut it up and add summa dem Pom-Poms on the bottom. The Craft store lady was really excited to see me buy them for some reason, she even gave me a discount. I'm connected in the craft community.
And I got mah weave did since my last post. Got the ends lighter, my hair looks like caramel and I'm liking it.  

Radical denim

Believe it or not, this actually started as a denim jacket, full sleeves and everything. I rummaged through my mothers closet and found it. My mother still doesn't know I have it, I mean, she hasn't looked for it, yet. But maybe when she finds it and sees what I did with it, she'll forgive me for creative effort. I'll confess that this is the second denim jacket of hers I stole and cut up, the first one looked more dero then Derelique, and yes that was a Zoolander reference. Enjoy it. I know I would. 

Anyway, I cut the back out, cut the sleeves off and stitched some letters up-on-it. It was supposed to say 'Dope' but the craft store was out of the letter E. Damn Vowels. BitcheZ.

Fab-ric to Fab dress

The fabric was really a last resort because they didnt have much decent white fabric at the thrift store. But, if I may say so myself, it turned out pretty Fabulous. Pronounced Fab-ooo-luss in this case. 

I made a flowy dress for summer, its flowy, and its white, and it'll cool my ass down in this ridiculous heat. 

Plaid to Rad

I'd like to take a moment; no, not to just sit right there and tell you how I became the Prince of a town called Belair, I haven't even been to Belair. No, I would in fact like to take a moment to appreciate how atrocious  that dress is. or was.

I bought it in my 'Punk' phase, 100 years ago, and dug it up the other day. I am a sucker for Plaid so I cut that piece of work up and made it into a bustier; to wear with more plaid.

Material to skirt

I am fairly sure this fabric is the leftover from a child's costume on Halloween, which mum would've custom sewn.
All jokes aside I bought this fabric, and sewed it into a pleated skirt. Problem is I don't know what to wear with it because I feel like a 10 year old boy's walking bedsheets.

Material girl to a skirt

I do admit, when I get material on my hands I get a little bit cray cray, because I'm so lazy and hate making pieces from scratch; but its always worth it in the end.

Bought this ghastly fabric, which is probably for making sick green curtains, at Vinnies for two whole dollars. then I made it a skirt, and that's it. 

Fat to Phat

So the dress was a Fab colour and I couldn't say no to that, so I bought it, despite the fact it made me look 5 kilos heavier. I cut it across the middle and managed to tailor it in so it actually looks like I have a waist, then I added the white piping.

The back is pretty phat too, if I must say.