Monday, May 9, 2011

how to.

as graduation from college quickly approaches, i'm doing much soul searching. what am i good at; what will i be; how will i be; what the hell does my future resemble.

****

carrie: it's so sad; what are we gonna do if we become hobos.

josh: we aren't going to become hobos.

carrie: well what if we do? you never know what's gonna happen.

josh: ok, i'm never going to be a hobo.

carrie: how do you know?

josh: because, just like i know i can be anything i want to be, i also know that i'm not going to be anything i don't want to be. like, a hobo.

****

this conversation tells me two things. 1. i need to replace "gonna" with "going to" when speaking. is it really that much more of an effort to be grammatically correct? 2. i'm not sure i believe in myself.

so i've recognized my problem--my main handicap. lack of belief in myself. (well, maybe my main handicap is the inability to put together a coherent outfit, but nevermind that.) now onto fixing the problem. of course i turn to the most infallible of resources:



from this i discovered two things: 1. whoever bridgit mendler is, she apparently isn't very trustworthy; so much so that a how-to manual is available on how to go about believing her. and 2. (number two is always more relevant to the actual discussion at hand) apparently other googlers find it difficult to believe in themselves.

why is it that in a country where "anything is possible if you work hard enough," people find it so hard to believe in their ability to do what they want to do?

my friend laura might believe in me more than any person i know. and sometimes i think that if i had half of the faith in myself that she has in me, i could easily soar to where ever i chose to go. she believes in me to the point that it actually brings me to tears. like powerful and wild.

i think i'm broken, not in a poetic way, more in the way that a VCR is broken or my cell phone. some sticky little wire isn't touching some shiney piece of metal that it needs to touch, and i cannot believe in my potential for success. and it isn't a lack of confidence; i do what i do because i believe i'm good at it.

you would think that at the end of this post would be a pretty little conclusion about my new found faith in success...but alas.


that all being said, this isn't supposed to be some emo, self-loathing, black-eyeliner-like-a sad girl-post. just a little thinking. so i'm going to talk about something else to lighten the mood.



1. go 'merica
via solestruck. jeffrey campbell, let's get married.

2. kinda wish the sole was brown and wooden, but still lovely
trippen via solestuck.

3. sometimes i pretend i have retractable claws like a cat.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

feed the man...man

image via wallyworld.com
i'm sorry, but don't you dare for one second say that these aren't kinda awesome. espesh considering the source. no, you're right, they aren't perfect, but they are pretty damn neat if you ask me. and you did, didn't you?
i found these while scouring walmart online to try to find at least one more pair of nearly the most perfect shoe i've ever purchased, and certainly the most often worn. if you've hung out with me more than once, i would imagine that you have seen these shoes. josh likes to tell people i shower in them.

the faded glory troy shoe:
image via wallyworld.com
sorry revolutionaries and protesters all 'round the world throwing tomatoes at walmart. i bought two pairs of these babies (i prefer the carmel colored ones) for a combined price of < $20, and after a year of concerts, festivals, walking to class, and stumbling around down town (including the shoe-demolition-derby aka SXSW), these shoes have become my inanimate besties--and i'm just now breaking in my second pair!

long live walmart (or at least my wonderful walmart shoes.)

Friday, April 1, 2011

the bell of the eye ball

so after seeing this sea of shoes post, i was inspired to play around with some make up. generally, i'm one to avoid eye make-up (save the occasional sweep of black eyeliner) because i forget i'm wearing it, rub my eyes like a three year-old, and then end up uglier than i would have been had i skipped the eyeliner. yada yada yada. so i saw the post, rushed home put on a sticky thick coat of red lips and started doodling on my eye sockets. i think it went rather well. i'm currently without camera, so i took some cheesy pictures on photo booth :)

attempt one:







this is from when my mouth ate the rest of my face. thought it was funny.




attempt two: 



the first was my favorite. i loved it so much, i'm probably going to wear it tonight while i play air drums and dance at hole in the wall. today has been such a gift--i've had the opportunity to cheelax, which was much needed. i stay busy all the time jocking them haters--somebody's gotta do it. (can someone tell me what "jocking" means? sounds like something i might need to know. oh and if you're wondering why i don't brush my damn hair out of my face, it's because i only did one eye with the second one. being symmetrical is way harder than anticipated.

anyway i just urban dictionary-ed "jocking on haters" and it is telling me that jocking means to either be flirtatious with or imitate. that being said, can anyone tell me why we are jocking haters instead of nice people? maybe it should be "jocking on my buddies" or "jocking on them nice people" or "jocking on them lovers." who's making this shtuff up?!

anyway, i'm off to lounge and watch trashy television in bed.

xoxo&happy trails

carrie

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

sorry for partying.

so i made it through an entire spring break/SxSwreck and managed to not take a single picture. "what a worthless human you are," you're thinking.

i beg to differ. to prove it, i give you a list of accomplishments for my sxsw/spring break.

a list of my accomplishments for this sxsw/spring break for the doubting thomas
  • made green goddess pasta to eat on all week
  • worked from home at my day job, waking up EVERY weekday at 7:30 (ok, i may have overslept once. but we'll talk about that when i come up with a brilliant way to blame that mishap on someone else.
  • walked about 30 miles around this beautiful city
  • sipped lukewarm whiskey because it was free
  • acquired a card for a free entree from qdoba, which i'm saving for when my bank account reads like a big ol' goose egg. aka, any minute now.
  • saw a band that was srsly the weirdest shit i've ever seen. (sorry for the potty mouth, but believe me, it fits.) i mean, there was hair dye, wigs, sparkly spandex, erratic movements (dancing?), bds&m, lots of meowing, and face paint à la david bowie. i mean, it was enjoyable, but really pushed my awkwardness toleration limitations.
  • played three shows, made 40 dollhairs, and got rid of quite a few CDs
  • had a conversation with my boyfriend from another life: ALEX EBERT. that shit is true. well, it wasn't exactly a conversation--more just me telling him how inspiring and beautiful he is. during his show with his newest solo project Alexander, he walked off stage--right to me--and we bounced and sang while i stared that hottie down with googley eyes. it was all i could do to keep myself from throwing a bag over his head, kidnapping him to my tiny matchbox house and drawing pictures of his beard and eyes for hours while he played a giant tambourine. wait, what?
  • became the quite the halo efficionado. probably not the ideal content for a fashion blog, but bet your bottom dollar (if you have one) that i was wearing high heels and a floral robe at many points during this activity.
  • "saw" the strokes and bright eyes. 
  • painted my nails like malibu barbie: an OPI hot neon pink with gold glitters on top. 
  • this is serious, brace yourselves beehaas. i assaulted met chace crawford at my boyfriend's band's show in dallas. yes, the smoking hot hottie from gossip girl. wanna know what i said? brace yourself, ladies, 'cause this is deep. ok, so maybe it wasn't the most eloquent of encounters, and maybe i would love for life to give me a do over on this one, but let's be real, you can't win 'em all. tony romo was also there, and i can't believe my boyfriendy didn't kiss him.
                      carrie: "dude, you are living the dream. like seriously. what are you doing?"
                      chace: "blah blah blah" (i don't really remember what he said, let's be honest, we're not exactly listening to the adorbs little kitty, are we?)
                      carrie: "hrrrumph! well, you need to be listening to this band!" [quick, staggery exit stage left]
  • finally, the part i am rrrreally jazzed about. while i was walking through the sticky chaotic mess seeing the strokes, i stumbled upon this little tent selling THE coolest jewelry this side of the mississippi. i chose my purchase from the thrift bin ($5-$25) because i spent all my dollars on drinkies was being thrifty. here is what it is time for you to fall in love with: adina mills design. this beehaa is INCREDIBLE. she uses "spray paint, collage materials, natural minerals, found objects, and sculpture" to create rugged and funky, but feminine and sparkly wearable art." after googling her in a south by hangover haze, i discovered that her looks have been featured in daily candy, the stylish wanderer, italian vogue AND worn by celebs like lindsay lohan and mischa barton. there were so many that i would have sold my boyfriend for, but this is the one i ended up choosing!
poor quality picture, but awesome-ass ring.
the ring in action. featuring my jorts and malibu barbie nails!
go visit and fall in love with adina mills and her designs on facebook, etsy, and her website! aside from being an incredible designer, her spirit radiates goodness and beauty--it's no wonder she produces such picturesque creations! she was even super appreciative when i excitedly told her the next day in a half yell "your ring was my only sensible/responsible purchase for sxsw." i only speak the truth.


xoxo&happytrails

carrie

Thursday, March 10, 2011

clearly i have a problem.

not only do i have a problem with coveting shoes, but i have a problem in that i am shoe-ing rather than studying for my test that is happening in an hour and a half. but i'm not the only one with problems, people. there may or may not be a couple conceiving a child on the front lawn of my school. this is making me uncomfortable.

but back to what really matters.
joes via solestuck
you really should go check out all of the views on these. kron via solestruck
united nude via solestuck
i wear flats far more often than i post them. but these: worth posting. jeffrey campbell via solestruck.
as carrie b. might say: "hello lover." i need to go for a dance in these shoes. all of 'em. i'm considering posting an ad on craigslist for a sugar daddy. is that inappropriate?

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

life is but a dream

via lula scrapbook by simon macewan

i saw this and immediately decided that i needed to move in here
and wear my irregular choice platforms that are mine in my pretty little dreams
and do cute little fairy dances
and pretend like i'm good in real life.

i'm just an old piece of fool's gold, kitties.

i did a little stalking and found mr. macewan's website here (and followed both of his blogs:). safe to say i'm a fan and you should be, too!