Dress: Derek Heart
Earrings: Vintage
Leggings: 21 (not secondhand)
Platform heels: Bongo



Going for a ghostly shadowed look since it's late and I'm not really a fan of on camera flash lighting (although this may be worse...hard to tell). I love the color of this dress. Nuff said.




Love these shoes. The guy at the thrift store couldn't find a price tag on them, so he gave them to me for a dollar. Awesome.





The earrings really aren't this green-like (and yeah, they're out of focus), but I think you get the idea they're shimmery and lovely. Tip: if you're having a hard time getting your earrings in, dab a little neosporin on them and they will slide like a newborn baby in a bathtub (I just learned this from my sister and my life will be forever changed).


That's it folks. Happy Easter. He is Risen!

Tank: Herona
Dress: The Limited
Necklace: Gifted
Shoes: Charlotte Russe (hand me downs)


Bad lighting. It's very bright where I live. I should really challenge the sun to a duel with my strobe and umbrella, but I'm too lazy. Also note, Charlie's dirt goatee. (Jamie is looking at a bug? And wearing a long sleeve tee from oshkosh, target shorts and black cowboy boots...only the boots are thrifted).


I wasn't kidding about Charlie. (who is incidentally wearing a t-shirt from Guatemala, black fuzzibunz diaper, homemade baby legs, and his brown converses)

I like this necklace. It was a gift from my Nannie (grandma), but I don't often have the chance to wear it.

Shoes. How did you guys learn to walk in heels? I have to confess the art eluded me so long I finally (further confession) youtube'd runway shows and watched them over and over. Then practiced up and down my hallway for weeks until it finally clicked. Now you know.

Esther:
There is a reason I'm a photographer. I don't like being in pictures. Being in a picture is awkward-- I over think it too much (should my chin be up further? Am I smiling too wide? Not wide enough?). However taking pictures of yourself is far far worse. You have to hop, dance, smile and bat your eyelashes as if you feel completely goodnatured and charming when in fact, both your kids are dashing in and out of your pictures like whirling orangutans. In the spirit of honesty I'll confess: I took 58 pictures today and only a few don't feature blurred images of underwear clad children or a 120 lb black shepherd running by.

Yesterday I pretended I was little red riding hood in an enchanted orchard. Today I pretended I was a vintage pixie doll in Paris. I can't seem to lose the terribly self aware look, but I'm having more fun with it than I was at the beginning of the week. It was too windy outside today for my tripod to stay up, so inside photoshoot it was. This is the only wall in the house that doesn't feature furniture, bookshelves or windows, so I'm just going to continue on pretending like that distracting gray box isn't there.

Choker- repeat from Tues
Chain- BKE
Shirt- missing tag, but still so comfy
Dress- Aqua Blue
Leggings- Forever 21 (not secondhand)
Shoes- Lela Rose (not secondhand)


I don't love dresses as much as Bethany, but I do like them...especially with leggings (which sort of became a necessity as a mom).


My cousin Heather calls this the broken doll pose (I think I need to hunch and slouch more next time though to get the full runway vibe).

"Au revoir"...I'm having too much fun.



I have a weakness for comfortable heels. I will try on every single pair I find, and then when I find some that feel like clouds on my feet... I have to by them. Whether I need them or not. These were a shocker. I had to wear them around the store for five minutes before I truly believed they were as nice to wear as they were to look at.


And I love this chain. Sadly, I rarely remember I own it.

I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here people. I think I need to go thrifting with Bethany.

Esther: Day four--whew. This is harder than I thought it was going to be, but like I told Bethany, it does prove I do indeed have stuff to wear. A week ago I was sobbing to Jim I truly did not own a stitch of respectable clothing. As a chronic thrower-away-of-things, I sent bags of rejected clothing to the thrift store a few months ago to let someone else reclaim. I do that too often for my own good and then complain about my lackluster wardrobe. Ahem.

Today's outfit comes from someone else's closet clean out-- my sister in law. She gave it to me a year ago, I wore it for awhile and then forgot it existed.
On a rainy, then sunny, then cloudy, then rainy day like today, it's the perfect fashion. I've always said wearing knit dresses with tights is more comfortable than wearing pajamas. Try it and tell me if I'm not right. I was also sporting hideous, fuzzy, barn red knee socks, but decided to spare you all-- or rather, my camera did. The battery spontaneously gave up the ghost at the sight of my hapless socks, which means no close up of the jewelry either. Ah well. Imagine that it was truly chic. (the jewelry--not the socks)

The scoop:
Necklace- BKE
Tank- Target
Dress- r.tease
Sweater- The Buckle (not secondhand)
Tights- Forever 21
Shoes- Anchor Blue (not secondhand)




I'm embarrassed to post this picture, I didn't realize my poor favorite wedges were looking so ratty. They were magical. I could and did walk miles in them without blisters or discomfort... except for Las Vegas, which is some sort of bermuda triangle for comfortable shoes.

But that's the fun of this whole week right? I'm secondhanding it up baby, and trying new things.

From Top to Bottom:
Handmade choker that Charlie has broken a million times (including but not limited to today)
Homemade black pearl necklace made by me under the tutelage of my Auntie Sheri
Cozy ribbed t-shirt- The Buckle
Pinstriped vest- Wet Seal
Skinny jeans- brand unknown
Vintage red wedges- BC footwear


So here it is without the vest. I'm thinking the skinny jeans do no favors for my thighs. Bad thighs, go away.


...Ahhh. Much better.



I adore these shoes. 2 bucks, barely used at the AmVet thrift store downtown. You can see though, I am certainly doing my best to wear them out.



And here's my jewelry, plus a bonus angsty look from me. I wasn't having much success taking self portraits with the tripod and timer, so Jamie took this picture. Not bad little grasshopper. But if you don't mind, I'd like my camera back. I belong on the other side.

Lace Layering Tank - Casual Corner