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When: Wednesday, October 29th, 2008.

What: BCBGirls striped linen dress, brown tights from Old Navy, brown leather and suede peep-toe oxfords by Elie Tahari. Brown suede tote from Banana Republic.

Confession: Dead leaves and the dirty ground! Well, when I first met M, believe it or not, I did not like the White Stripes at all. AT ALL. I was sort of not for them. A few dates in I decided that I would try and be more open-minded; give them another chance. After all, if this very handsome tomboy loved them so, there had to be something. This was one of the first songs that sunk its teeth into my neck and really got me. I sent M a text on that very early Spring evening, sitting on my pretty hardwood floor with a cigarette and the sun streaming in through my tall, cathedral windows, and all it said was Soft hair and a velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me. Dreamy.

When: Friday, August 15th, 2008.

What: BCBGirls striped linen dress, Danish Royal Order of the Elephant scarf and navy snakeskin clutch both vintage, moto Abercrombie & Fitch corduroy jacket and blue wingtip Mary Janes by Linea Paolo. Feathered headband from Target.

Confession: Did we know that I loathe and despise linen so much? This is the only item of linen clothing I own. It’s soft and friendly and I find it rather Mexican like those scratchy-yet-practical blankets, and it doesn’t omit that odoriferous stench I suppose I developed an aversion to in my childhood.

I once threw a hissyfit when M ordered herself linen pants from Banana Republic, threatening to go on a sexing strike and complaining of a migraine coming on all of the sudden. Turns out I don’t mind those, either.

Also, I adore this scarf.

Confession I: On a whim (I get those often and at the most inopportune times), I ducked into a wee thrift shop in the lush little town that I work in. Toward the back of the store, swaying seductively on a peg amongst lesser belts, Sheeba purred at me. Sheeba is a super fierce fucking hot tranny mess, betch. Seriously. You know you can’t fuck with this:

Sheeba is made from a faux reptilian, black leather and a massive faded gold cheetah buckle. I am a little scared of Sheeba, and you should be, too. Oh hai, I can haz monument moment:

When: Thurs., June 12th, 2008

What: BCBGirls dress tied with a black silk scarf, baby fishnets from Target, boots from Charles David. I fondly refer to the pictured bag as The Beast, because it has the capacity to fit, say, my 40 lb. puppy inside of it and things are often hopelessly lost in its giant, cavernous depths. I’d make a vulgar vadge joke here but that seems cruel to The Beast, whose proper name is the Union Johnson Hobo by Betsey Johnson. Bling:

I took a close-up of my Pennyroyal pendant! Also pictured below, a pair of beloved earrings from a boutique I score retail crack at shop at in the town where I work.

Confession II: I found a crispy, striped dress shirt in pink by Thomas Pink for $5! Bombass.