A Little Bit Of DIY

I had this post planned for ages, but for some reason things just didn’t work out. Work’s still a bore, my neurons are still suicidal, so nothing new there. However, feeling un-challenged and all has an upside; I’ve decided that I just ought to spend my off-work time by doing things that are fun and relaxing. It’s still a bit hard to get started, but I think I’m finally getting the hang of it :)

I’ve always enjoyed everything creative. Whether it’s writing, drawing, making music, cooking or even pottery, those kind of “projects”, as I like to call them, always get me in a great state of mind. I don’t know, there’s just something about that feeling when you’re totally focusing on “making” something, and don’t even get me started on the euphoria when it’s finally finished! So today, I’d like to share the outcome of one of my latest wannabe-creative outbursts. It all started… With a pair of boots:

Cute… But something’s missing, don’t you think? (Source)

Usually I don’t buy anything I’m not 100% excited about, but I just had this feeling I could do something with these boots and bought them. And in a sudden state of clearmindedness I decided that studs were the answer. Lots and lots of them! I bought a shitload off eBay (which is, next to Google, my best friend these days… Partly because it’s one of the few sites I can access from work, haha), sat down for an evening, and there they were… The boots that I really wanted:

Exit boring, hello rock ‘n roll!

All in all they cost me a few euro’s, a few hours, very painful fingers and despite totally ruining my manicure, I was pleased with my new, unique boots :) Small price, big change. So… What do you think of this transformation?

Since I’m finally doing something interesting (haha), I’ll probably be posting a bit more about my little projects, and whining about work a little less. I guess that’s progress, right? ;) And since I have a brand new camera (courtesy of le man, who’s been trying to get me to write again for quite a while and took away my excuse of having a crappy cam), there’s going to be a lot more pictures too. Yay! But please bear with me while I figure the damn thing out, lol.

I’m kind of looking forward to being back and doing something new here, and I hope you’ll like it as much as I probably will. It is a bit scary though, hence the “kind of” part, but I guess I’ll just have to get over that!

Aaaanyway… Thanks for reading, and I hope you’ve enjoyed.

Love,

ML-X

Advertisements

Can’t Touch This

Forgive me father
For I have succumbed
To an unspeakable evil…

MC Hammer pants!

I know you’re probably thinking “How can pants ever be evil?”, but trust me… My body type and harem pants aren’t really made for each other. Nevertheless, after years of trying them on and resisting (and Chili Chicken Guy laughing his but off at my horrible yet non existent imitation of the MC Hammer dance), I did get a pair, and I love them. They are so comfortable and light and perfect for these muggy days we’ve been having here, without being revealing and thus work-proof. And honestly, I don’t think I look all that awful in them. Or maybe I just don’t care.

They’re pretty simple and black, made of very thin cotton so they don’t look like sweats too much. I hope this makes some sense, I did try to  look up a picture online to show you, but there’s so many different ones that it was kind of hopeless! Oh, and did I mention the best part? They were on sale! Only €9 at New Look.

All in all, I’m happy. I got something that’s “so not me”, paid next to nothing for it, and I’ve already been enjoying them way too much. Yay! However, I do want to give credit where credit’s due. There’s one very talented lady who inspired me to get out of my fashion safe zone this time. You might have read a little about her in my guest post last month, but you should really check out her blog here too!

What are your thoughts on harem pants? And, more importantly, can YOU do the MC Hammer dance? :)

Thanks for reading!

Love,

ML-X

For The Love Of… Shoes! – Part II

One of the “downsides” to my new job is that I have to go through town to get home. Pair that with getting off early, and you get a whole lot of temptation. Feel free to call me weak, but I can’t go through town without going into at least one store. Now I’m aware that going into a store is one thing and coming out with a purchase is another, but I tend to fail at both! However, this particular purchase I’ve managed to justify for myself, since I got them after my first day at the job: I got myself a present for getting through the day!

Ladies and, well, probably more ladies, I present to you the newest addition to my evergrowing shoe collection:

Gorgeous green goodness!

Gorgeous green goodness!

Not only did I fall in love with these suede booties and their wonderful colour upon sight, I was lucky enough to be able to get them in my size. This is oftentimes quite hard since I need a size EU36/UK3/US5, and those mostly come in only 1 pair per store. I guess you can imagine how extatic I was once I got my hands on these :)

I’ve been looking for a nice pair of cowboy style boots for years, so here they are. They’re even more beautiful in real life, and I wish I had a good pic of the details; the front stitching looks like a butterfly, and they’re accented with tiny copperish studs. On top of all that, they’re also insanely comfortable! There’s just one small thing: their colour gives me a bit of a hard time with implementing them in my outfits. Luckily, the majority of my wardrobe consists of black so it looks okay, but I really wish I could do something else with them as well. So any advice/thoughts/ideas are very welcome!

I got them in the clearance sale at the Tango store in The Hague, and I couldn’t find them in their web shop, so I’m not sure if it’s possible to get them elsewhere. Either way, I believe I snatched the last pair in that store anyway ;)

So what do you think? Yay or nay for green and/or western style boots?

Thanks for reading!

Love,

ML-X

EDIT: I made a small mistake regarding the store I bought the shoes in. It’s not Sacha, as I mentioned in the first place, but Tango.

Annoyances: Part IV – Shopping Queens

I’ve been watching a lot of TV lately, and I’ve noticed that there’s a ridiculous amount of stupid shit being broadcasted these days. One is a show called Shopping Queens. Each week, five different “girls” get a shopping assignment from a stylist called Fred van Leer. He gives them a theme (e.g. a high tea party where our princess Máxima will be), and they have 3 hours and €400,- to put together an outfit to go with that theme. In itself, this isn’t a bad concept, were it not that a lot of the participants in this show, as well as this Fred guy, are idiots. Let’s take a closer look at our so-called stylist:

Fred van Leer

A pink blazer over a denim jacket over a dress shirt? And don't even get me started on those fug shoes. (Pic found through my friend Google)

Am I the only one who can’t take this guy seriously? And guess what… It gets worse! He’s a mean ass bitch as well. I guess that’s part of the show, being the “mean gay stylist”, but really… He should consider taking a look in the mirror if you ask me.

Now I’m not saying that I’m the Mother of all Style; I do my own thing and I like it like that. And sometimes, there’s a contestant on the show that does exactly the same and keeps close to her own style, twisting it to fit the assignment. I guess not everybody wants to look like a freakin’ clone project. And what does Fred do? Bitch about it. Together with the other contestants.

Two days ago, one of the contestants bought all her items at thrift stores, because she has a certain vintage style of her own. Part of her outfit was a pair of culottes (a sort of hybrid between a skirt and trousers), which is something the other oh-so-stylish contestants had never seen before, and of course, Fred totally bashed her look. That made me wonder; when did having style mean that you had to do everything a certain way? Isn’t the epitome of having style doing things the way you like them and looking great while doing so? Truthfully speaking, I wouldn’t have put on that girl’s outfit if my life depended on it because it’s not my thing (and short people like me shouldn’t wear culottes), but she rocked the hell out of it, and made it work.

Sure, there’s a lot of serial fashion faux pas committers out there, and I’ll probably post about that too, but you can’t make a show on style and then verbally abuse every contestant who actually has a style of their own and picks something you wouldn’t wear. Style is what makes us different. And bashing those who have it, isn’t stylish at all, my dear Fred.

What’s your definition of style? Do you like to play safe and go with the flow? Or do you just like to go crazy and do your own thing?

Thanks for reading and commenting!

Love,

ML-X

Newsflash: Fashion Police Win!

Usually, I don’t really like the news because it’s pretty much always murder, politics and other bad/not interesting stuff. But this morning I came across an item that amused me so much, that I had to share it with you! Check it out;

In Prattville, Alabama, LaMarcus D. Ramsey was given a three-day jail sentence on Tuesday for contempt of court because his blue jeans were sagging too low.

Ramsey was in Autauga County Circuit Court to enter a plea on a charge of receiving stolen property, but Circuit Judge John Bush took exception Ramsey’s pants: “You are in contempt of court because you showed your butt in court.”

“You can spend three days in jail. When you get out you can buy pants that fit, or at least get a belt to hold up your pants so your underwear doesn’t show.”

(source)

Is this shit ridiculous or what? Now I have to say, I have a strong dislike for wearing your pants like that, it just looks awful, and I fully agree with the judge’s decision to put him in jail ;) But people do it freakin’ everywhere! Here in The Netherlands we call it “wearing your pants at 6:30”, since 6:30 is when the clock’s hands are at the lowest (although I think that 5:30 isn’t that much different).

This article also reminded me of an old colleague of mine, with whom I’ve worked for a while around three years ago. When I started working there, people were calling him “pants” all the time, and it took me a while to figure it out… But when I did, I was traumatized for life. How did I finally discover why they called him that? He bent over for some reason. In front of me. And all I saw was a huge, red… Ass. Oh yeah, “pants” was a “6:30 meets tight and colourful Björn Borg underwear” kind of man. Unfortunately, he was a tad overweight as well. They say “what has been seen, cannot be unseen” for a reason… :( And ever since, I’ve had a huge dislike for both 6:30 pants and Björn Borg undies.

What do you think of this guy’s fashion crime? Is it really worth punishment, or can you come up with something worse?

Thanks for reading!

Love,

ML-X