Let Me Be Your Groupie, Baby
This look was inspired by my teenage self and the fact that festival season is upon us. Teenage me was the type of girl who would boldly walk backstage at gigs, like she worked for the band, and find herself chilling like a villain in the green room. 
Ok. That only really happened a handful of times, and each time I was scared out of my wits and just lurked awkwardly in the corner until someone acknowledged me. But I did play pool with a couple of nice (and pretty famous) bands who reached out to the young weirdo in the corner. 
Teenage me would have totally rocked this metallic rocker chic gone sexpot number had such options existed back in the day. It’s literally the perfect look for SXSW- the festival that has currently turned my quiet hometown of Austin into a hot mess that’s musically blessed. 
Want to rock this grown up groupie, look? The top is simple band style t-shirt that knotted into a crop top. I purchased mine at Forever 21, but any band tee will do. The metallic cotton candy wonder skirt is from ASOS, and has instantly become a new favorite. It’s light and basically a neutral, if you’re a unicorn bad ass such as myself. The gypsy inspired sandals are from JustFab’s new sandal line and are surprisingly comfortable. I topped it off with my fav light weight funky chunky tassel earrings, a bejeweled leather cuff (I like this alternative) and “don’t mess with me, I’ll key your car and steal your beer” hot pink matte lipstick (that I bought from the dollar store and love, don’t judge).
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So I kind of decided this week all my future jackets will be faux fur, because wearing them is like wearing a cloak of teddy bear love. I actually loved them so much that for the last look I got stuck between two vests, before choosing one for the look book. So I’ve decided to provide a little round up of all the affordable plus size faux furs I got my beady eyes on. Because like Pokemon I want them, I want them all.
I was in New York just a few days and needed to take photos of my outfits for my look book pretty much as I wore them. However this particular outfit was… problematic. See I had absolutely fallen in love with Good American jeans, so I had a pair of their black denims rush delivered to my office in NYC. Specifically for this shoot. Specifically for this look. Specifically so I could come up with a reason to buy another paid of the pants I loved.
However upon arrival, I was sorely disappointed. The pants that had fit me like a glove in the lighter shade, were like a jig saw puzzle to put on in the new darker color. I literally had to lie down on my bed, suck in for all it was worth and say a long well thought out prayer to sweet baby Jesus to get these jeans on. I actually cut into my finger pulling the zipper up- it was that much of a struggle bus. They were easily two sizes smaller than the pair I had originally purchased… but they were marked the same.
I was in a make it work situation. I did not have anything else planned let alone packed to wear. I had put all my eggs in these jeans. Which obviously was dumb, because here I was watching those eggs drop through the leg holes and make a figurative yolky mess. But, I had to press on. So wearing the world’s tightest pants, I literally wobbled down the street to my office, praying that none of the seams split until after I got the photos I needed.
It bothers that I cant exactly explain just exactly what was so off with the fit. I climbed the stairs to the shoot with little to no problem. Normal walking was hard. Everything felt like I had been made into some gross human sausage that some one was aggressively squeezing so it would pop out of the casing dramatically. But yet to onlookers they looked banging, while internally I felt them mash my precious organs to tiny little bits.
I got up there and I modeled through it. I got the shots. My ass looked fabulous. But while I love this look, I got to be real with you. These jeans sucked. They were terrible. And right after the camera stopped, I raced to rip these off my body to send them back to the hell they came from. And now I sit here thinking about how those Kardasians probably wont give me my money back. How I will probably be out $200 because their fit is inconstant between washes. How I was a sucker and I deserve exactly what I got. I still think the blue 02 wash is amazing, but seriously anything else be very very very wary of. Weep womp.
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