so i have a shirt. its old and worn and makes my friend laugh with how ugly it is; this obviously makes it a favorite. its my florida state shirt, and when i stumbled across the picture above today, i was reminded of just how much i love mine.
my uncle went to florida state in the eighties. somehow my mom ended up with his shirt, and then twenty-or-so years later i got my hands on it. its just perfect, for lack of a better word. oversized, thick navy cotton, that soft feel that only comes from years of constant wear, the colors, the massive indian head, the holes lining the hem and sleeves. i live in this shirt.
i just scored another find a few weeks ago. i was helping mom organize her closet and discovered this baby:
i just scored another find a few weeks ago. i was helping mom organize her closet and discovered this baby:
team florida state surfing, another treasure from the eighties. huge indian surfer surrounded by acid pink? success.
on an entirely unrelated note, we had another bout of snow two days ago; this seems to be a record for south carolina. it came down in huge flakes for several hours, but unfortunately the ground was too warm for it to stick, leaving everything a big slushy mess. however, my friend callie and i were undeterred from taking obnoxious photos--my favorite past-time.
the challenge of the day was "crackwhore." i dug out my old dance makeup (glitter! shockingly tacky blush! bloodred lip pencils!) and we attempted to make each other over in the crackwhoriest fashion possible. however, we ended up looking like sad melting clowns, maybe with a bit of crack, but no matter. with our faces made and horrible sweats on (though i do believe the florida state shirt was present this day), we trekked throughout the house and the mess outside to take horrible pictures for our (and yours, now) amusement.
the lovely callie. wearing: hair in crappy bun, flower pin, dance necklace from years ago, black smudgy "cat eye," pink blush, red lips.
i'm working a similar look, but with eyeshadow "flames," and small red lips. and my bathroom. what photo skillzz.
such a cute grandma.
on an entirely unrelated note, we had another bout of snow two days ago; this seems to be a record for south carolina. it came down in huge flakes for several hours, but unfortunately the ground was too warm for it to stick, leaving everything a big slushy mess. however, my friend callie and i were undeterred from taking obnoxious photos--my favorite past-time.
the challenge of the day was "crackwhore." i dug out my old dance makeup (glitter! shockingly tacky blush! bloodred lip pencils!) and we attempted to make each other over in the crackwhoriest fashion possible. however, we ended up looking like sad melting clowns, maybe with a bit of crack, but no matter. with our faces made and horrible sweats on (though i do believe the florida state shirt was present this day), we trekked throughout the house and the mess outside to take horrible pictures for our (and yours, now) amusement.
the lovely callie. wearing: hair in crappy bun, flower pin, dance necklace from years ago, black smudgy "cat eye," pink blush, red lips.
i'm working a similar look, but with eyeshadow "flames," and small red lips. and my bathroom. what photo skillzz.
such a cute grandma.i don't really know what this was.
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