There’s no magic, only getting caught taking a selfie in a public bathroom stall…

 Click here for Part I.

OOTD’s seem like an easy type of post, but they’re a bit of a challenge for a terribly unphotogenic person like myself. I probably take (and delete) fifty+ photos before I settle on a few I don’t think are horrible. The really awkward part is taking photos of myself, sometimes in public, especially when my “equipment” consists of an iPhone and propping up said phone on something, hitting the button, running into position, posing, then running back to look at the results, and rinse, repeat, reduce, reuse, recycle…wait a second.

The frustration of having first world problems

There is no magic, only work. It takes effort to produce photos that are worthy of sharing. Sometimes we still come back empty-handed. Sometimes we have to take said photos in between running around doing errands on a time crunch…and sometimes we practically get caught taking a selfie against the nicely tiled wall of the single-stall bathroom because we forgot to lock the door.

The situation was as follows:

-I was trying to get my laundry done

-My friend was supposed to be picking me up at 3

-It was 2-something

-I realized my body spray perfectly matched the theme of my outfit and snapped a picture

-I realized the tiled background was nice and matched the theme of my outfit

-I propped my phone on the damn sink to take the shot….

And then the door opened. I IMMEDIATELY grabbed everything, as the guy apologized for opening the door, and said “oh no, I was just done. no problem.”

Yes, problem. I didn’t lock the damn door. And this was a laundromat bathroom.  Awkward.

I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that I thought this BATHROOM would be a good place to take selfies, the awkwardness, or the fact that I’m admitting all this on the internet. Hmm.

Anyway, stay tuned for Part III: The Tropigoth, in which I’m wearing these damn sunglasses. I wish I could tell you everything else that happened this day, but it’s all person information. Damn, what was I saying – the best stories are the ones we cannot tell? Sounds about right.


-Knurly 

I will never wear these again + the parachute dress

They sucked me in! I saw these babies while waking down the street and they are two for 12. I’ve wanted some Octogon sunglasses for a long time. I like the way they look on my face, and not to mention, the blue tint matched my outfit. I also bought a pair in black, but that’s besides the point right now.

Real subtle.

I should cue you guys in, I love conceptual pieces of clothings/outfits. I scored this particular dress at a thrift store for no more than 5 bucks. It reminds me of a parachute with all the ropes and zippers. It’s a charcoal blue color, which is just a few shades away from navy blue, my mortal enemy as a black-lover. However, it works well with black, so all is forgiven. Except for these bad photos, because you can’t really see the dress in all it’s glory. I’ve cinched it at the waist but it looks more parachute-y when loose.

“So what’s wrong with these sunglasses,” you’re wondering. Sorry, let me get to that part. After taking these photos I looked at these sunglasses and thought “wow, I am never going to wear these again.” And why would I have any reason to believe otherwise? These are blue and yellow, I wear tons of black and grey. They don’t exactly match the rest of my wardrobe. The title of this post could also be “Knurly buys shit they doesn’t need episode 32634 and one-half.” Does it bother you how I’ve mixed numbers and “one-half?” It should.

Back to me being vain. Since this is my parachute dress, I had to test it’s effectiveness. Unfortunately, I could not get any photos of me jumping (the photographer aka my friend was not willing to jump out of the plane with me) but here’s one of me landing safely:

Those are shorts and not my underwear, I don’t know you like that, I promise

Skydiving tested, Knurly approved.

Also, shout-out to you if you recognize this place. By the way, never pay for parking here, just cross the bridge and park on the residential streets like I do.

Finally: *really* important question guys, why do vendors with lots of sunglasses always have signs that say “no photos?” Is it because they’re selling knockoff designs or what? Do they not want want people taking a photo wearing the glasses and then not buying them? I wish to know the truth.

Anyway stay tuned for part two where I end up wearing these sunglasses again. 


Dress – Thrifted

Bralette – eBay

Shoes – Converse, Burlington Coat Factory

Sunglasses – random store whose name I cannot remember but who cares, because these sunglasses were the only thing that wasn’t overpriced there

Necklace that you can’t see – local store

Hat – also thrifted why do I even bother with these


-Knurly 

The best stories are the ones we cannot tell…

Whether it be shame, mischief, or illegal activity, many of us have stories we can’t openly admit, especially on the internet. Sure, there’s probably not someone watching us and chances are the cops aren’t really that invested in our lives… *waves high to my assigned NSA agent* there’s nothing more stupid than admitting to a crime via social media.

When your boyfriend cuts off your feet *cries*

I want to play a game.

And hopefully you’ve noticed by now, this OOTD has nothing to do with this post. But I feel fabulous regardless.

Comment telling me what type of story you can’t tell, using one word for each:

“Illegal” for, obviously, things that might get you arrested if you’re paranoid like me.

“Embarrassing” for, obviously, really embarrassing stories you’d rather forget.

“Scary” for stories that freak you out too much to recall.

“Paranormal” a subcategory of scary, anything paranormal or supernatural that you’d never like to revisit.

“Upsetting” for stories that are too traumatic or depressing.

“Stupid” things that you’ll never admit that you did, because you don’t want anybody to know the depth of your stupidity.

“Friends/family,” basically, your friends or family follow you on social media and somehow keep finding your alternate accounts. Or even worse, your friends parents added you on Facebook.

 

Obviously, we all have stories that would probably fit into all these categories but I’m talking about the creme of the crop, the worst, the cringiest, the most horrifying. Also, feel free to come up with categories I missed. 

I’ll go first: Illegal, embarrassing.

Your turn!

 (pretty please, or this post will be really awkward.)

-Knurly 


Top, Hat, Backpack: Thrifted; Skirt: Gifted; Converse: Burlington; Necklace: Regal Rose

Aries are the best, sorry: a haul

Fuck paying retail.

What’s up people? It’s KNURLY. Your friendly neighborhood type-A, fiery, mental, and stubborn Aries. By the time this post goes up, I suspect it will be way past Aries season (yup, I was right). If not, good on me for keeping up with my blog. Anyway, I did way too much shopping around my birthday and so of course I need to share it with you. Listen, I haven’t posted any full thrift hauls yet, so you don’t know what a cheap-ass I really am. Some of these prices hurt – but trust me, I’m still the queen of deals.

But first: Let’s talk about how this is the day that my bank card was getting declined. You can read more about that here. But just imagine you’re trying to find something cute and you have to drive all the way home to grab the $140 bucks you never deposited in your bank account (due to laziness). But hey, I guess my laziness paid off this time. You also have no idea if your account is simply frozen because of you or because someone tried to suck it dry and that’s terrifying.

Anyway…With only 40 minutes before the mall closed, I finally gave in and joined my friend at Urban Outfitters. I can’t disguise my disdain for some of their controversies and business practices – so we’re not even going to go there. These were 40% off clearance.

UO dresses

Original: $89.00, Sale: $49, Final price: $29.40

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