June Must List

Being unemployed is just an excuse to bargain shop for some kick-ass job search essentials. Graduation also meant gift cards and money to enable this. I may be living in a frat house the summer after my college graduation, but that doesn’t mean I’m not at least attempting to be a grown-up.

Here are my June Musts:

1. Leather portfolio (from Paperthinks via amazon.com)

Dress to impress also applies to resumes. Perfect for toting those buggers from interview to interview 

2. Loft tees 

Black Lace Tee (no longer available online) - can go from day to night with a quick accessory change

Orange Crochet Lace Yoke Cotton Tee (Loft) - tucked under a blazer, could definitely pass as work appropriate 

Because bargain shopping reaches a whole new level at Loft. And you may think the store is just for moms, but the moms that shop there are definitely the hippest (if that makes you feel any better…)

3. America Tank (from alacloth on Etsy)

Fourth of July is fast approaching, and I need to step my game up. Not job-search related, but equally necessary 

dark-rye:

It feels better to have handmade things. Sturdier, daintier, more thoughtful, more measured. Treat yourself.

“There is scarcely anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse, and sell a little more cheaply. The person who buys on price alone is this man’s lawful prey.”  ― John Ruski

Hey Stevie, teach me how to sing and dress?

Hey Stevie, teach me how to sing and dress?

Top 4 Thoughts of the Day

1. The Coachella lineup official rating: eh. Not thrilled. Too much EDM. Not enough old school awesome (no nostalgic hip hop act, a la De La Soul)

2. I’m crossing my fingers more than I’ve ever crossed hoping that the Music Box closure is only temporary. Desperately awaiting Dr. Dog, Trombone Shorty and Nada Surf (among many others I’m sure) in the near future. And waxing nostalgic over my favorite LA concerts (which all happen to have taken place at the Music Box): Raphael Saadiq and Two Door Cinema Club

3. MY CAR IS IN LA and I’m beyond nervous to be out there among the crazy LA drivers. Show some mercy, please

4. My transformation to total ’90s babe is almost complete (see: new christmas present. thank you boyfriend for fueling this slammin’ wardrobe)

Shark Freestyle Watch

when people ask me: “Andrea, who is your style inspiration” (i’m asked on the daily, being such a stylish and sought after person)
I always respond: “Zenon, Girl of the 21st Century.”

when people ask me: “Andrea, who is your style inspiration” (i’m asked on the daily, being such a stylish and sought after person)

I always respond: “Zenon, Girl of the 21st Century.”

Zenon

this is the woman i aspire to be

this is the woman i aspire to be

dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad wore neon before you did and he’s got a pink shirt buried in his closet to prove it. His wardrobe was a rainbow technicolor nightmare. Opening his dresser drawers was like staring into the sun because his tees were a radiant bitch-slap to your eyeballs. Each day he looked like a highlighter had vomited across his outfit and stained him with its luminescent sickness. The fashion world called him a bright-tastrophy, but lady gazes were always fixed on his flash because he stood out from the drab backdrop of society. 
So hipsters, next time you’re glowing in the streets after channeling a 1990’s color palette in hopes that you’ll be fresher than the freshest prince, remember this…
Your dad could wear neon because he was noble, just like the gas. 
Special thanks to paillettes-phosphorescentes for today’s photo.

this tumblr speaks to me

dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad wore neon before you did and he’s got a pink shirt buried in his closet to prove it. His wardrobe was a rainbow technicolor nightmare. Opening his dresser drawers was like staring into the sun because his tees were a radiant bitch-slap to your eyeballs. Each day he looked like a highlighter had vomited across his outfit and stained him with its luminescent sickness. The fashion world called him a bright-tastrophy, but lady gazes were always fixed on his flash because he stood out from the drab backdrop of society. 

So hipsters, next time you’re glowing in the streets after channeling a 1990’s color palette in hopes that you’ll be fresher than the freshest prince, remember this…

Your dad could wear neon because he was noble, just like the gas. 

Special thanks to paillettes-phosphorescentes for today’s photo.

this tumblr speaks to me

NEW SHOES

NEW SHOES

story of my life

story of my life

(Source: trashcanland)

thanks TallandLoud for showing me!