Hey, funks and funkettes. I’m not feeling super-great today so please enjoy these commentary-free pictures of me and Tia from yesterday. She and Braden are on their way back to Illinois even as we speak, so wave to them as they fly on overhead…
About a month ago, over at Nisaba Be Praised I mentioned that Aimee Fleck, captain of my heart, was planning to expand her fat-fashion zine into a book sometime soon. And what do you know, that time is now! A copy of DAMN GIRL THAT STYLE IS FAT arrived in the mail on Monday, and I sat down and read that thing like I had nothing better to do. (I didn’t.) Some observations:
– The format is sort of like the best parts of a women’s magazine without all the body-policing bullcrap and advertisments. It’s bright, fun, and energetic!
– As expected, the illustrations are great; they’re super eye-catching and feature a good variety of fat body shapes (and ethnicities too, which is super important since fat POC women are frequently excluded from fatshion circles). I want paper dolls of these ladies!
– It consists of pretty basic info for someone just getting into wearing stylish clothes, but this is an important starting point for many folks who, as Aimee points out, have felt excluded from fashion for a long time.
– However, there are a couple pieces of advice that really hit home for me:
+ A wardrobe purge is a good idea every once in a while, even if you’re already further along the road of your personal style journey. Personally, I like to wardrobe purge at the beginning of a new season when unpacking that season’s clothing!
+ The emergency notes at the end are invaluable–good notes about self-care being the priority, and the reminder that fashion doesn’t have to be for you if you don’t want it to be. Even as a straight-sized chick I get down on my body during shopping sometimes, because we’re all basically trained by society and the media to have major body insecurity, and how much worse and more insistent is that message directed at fat women?
Overall, I think DAMN GIRL THAT STYLE IS FAT is of greatest value to plus-sized folks who are just gaining an interest in fashion, but it’s a good, thoughtful (and fun!) read for people of any size and at any stage. Which is why I’m doing a GIVEAWAY!
That’s right, you have until April 11, 2013 at 11:59pm to leave ONE comment (with a valid email address) about what you think you’d get out of DAMN GIRL THAT STYLE IS FAT, and at the end I’ll randomly pick one lucky winner. Anybody can enter–even if you’ve never commented before, don’t be shy!
SO HOP TO IT, DORKS.
And lo, on Sunday there occurred a garden party at Tia’s family’s estate, where food and good times were had by all! (Read: Tia’s mom and dad had a barbecue at their house. There was tri-tip and silly games.)
And Braden did take pictures of us, the two beautifullest ladies in all the land, who never ever make grumpy faces at the peanut gallery.
Not even when the peanut gallery pelts said beautifullest ladies with juggling balls like absolute philistines. (That’s what the Philistines did to Samson, right?)
It was truly a joyous occasion, marked by dancing!
Dancing and dresses with very convenient pockets.
Dancing and dresses with very convenient pockets and new fancy shoes! (Tia’s are Fluevogs; mine have parrots on them.)
Also, a giraffe dangerously close to Mia’s butt, as per usual.
[Not pictured: sword fighting, unicycle rides, and juggling with fire. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. Fun is serious business at the Shelleys’.]
Tia! And! Mia! Together again at long last!
And you know what the first thing we did together was? Thrifting, of course.
(Thrifting and staring moodily at the ground, apparently.)
Neither of us had as much luck in the pants department as we would have liked–well, at least Tia got a couple pairs of deadstock Target jeans–but we still found some fun garments to wrangle on home. (I picked up a cropped yellow jacket that makes me feel a little tiny bit like Jubilee from X-Men. Well, if Jubilee had a springtime wardrobe.)
Then we stood around in my backyard and chortled a lot while Braden took pictures of us.
I mean, what else were we gonna do with our time together? Have meaningful conversations or something?
That’s just not who we are.
Top: Leah’s free pile — Skirt: eBay (Anthro) — Flats: American Rag — Earrings: Gift from Katie!
Don’t worry, I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing because I almost fell over. As one does when one almost falls over.
I wanted something easy to wear on Friday, so I threw this outfit together. Simple, but I like the color combination. Sage green is one of my favorite colors, and I think it goes quite nicely with the orange!
Let’s see…I’ve been enjoying the new Ben Folds Five album lately, so how about some music to play away the Monday blues?
Dress: Gift — Cardigan: Goodwill — Thigh-highs: Sock Dreams (Extraordinarily Longer Thigh High in Teal) — Ankle boots and necklace: Thrifted — Earrings: Hand-me-down
This dress and I have had a good run, but I think it’s time for us to part ways. The fit has never been perfect, it’s kinda see-through, I’m usually one tug away from boob exposure…
…and there’s something really weird going on with the zipper area near the butt. What the heck is that?
I think this was a good send-off for it, though. Two people told me I looked springy within 0.5 seconds of each other, which isn’t too bad for the actual first day of spring.
Soooo…anybody want a weird dress? If you do, I could also throw in a smart-aleck boyfriend and an obnoxious tripod cat, no charge.
Dress and bracelet: Gift — Blazer: Goodwill — Flats: 6pm.com (Frye) — Earrings: Swapped — Necklace: Gift from Katie!
Confession: about an hour before taking these pictures, I spilled water all over myself. Including my left flat. Which is now irreparably splotchy, even after a good blow-drying.
I almost didn’t take pictures at all because I was feeling so out-of-sorts, but in the end I marched myself outside so I’d at least have something to show for the day. You can’t see the splotches in the pictures, in any case.
This outfit is more of a remix than usual (or is that less?) because I already wore this blazer and necklace together last year–I even had the same haircut! Everything else is different, though, and I like comparing the two. I think I like this year’s iteration better, it feels more stylish (stylisher?) somehow.
So, in the end, I’m glad I made myself take pictures despite my bad mood. It doesn’t always help–especially if all the pictures turn out derpy–but yesterday it did. (And, I mean, we also had lasagna for dinner and watched three episodes of Parade’s End, which didn’t hurt either.)
Top: Goodwill (Target) — Skirt: Blacklist Vintage — Oxfords: Payless — Socks: Target — Necklace: DIY — Watch: Hand-me-down
I don’t think I’ve mentioned it, but Tia is coming to California! Better yet, she’ll be here in two days! I know she’s probably got a lot of stuff to wrap up before she and Braden get here, but I’m still super jazzed to see her squishy face. Who knows what her hair will look like?!
(You’d better believe there’ll be some team outfit pictures a-comin’. Tia’s face will be on the blerg once again! I’ll even hold up the daily newspaper to prove that we didn’t plan to fake this whole thing four months ago.)
I’m so excited, my hedgehog socks have come out to play.
Temperatures have dropped just a little around here–just enough to remind me that it is, in fact, still March. (I know it’s still quite a bit warmer than for youse folks out East, and for that I’m sorry. I’m not trying to flaunt it.)
All that to say that a short-sleeved shirt may have been a bit overconfident of me yesterday, but I muddled through. I won’t go back to tights, I just won’t!
In case you’re wondering what occurred on our Road Trip Down South this weekend, well…
…we spent some time admiring the mission at San Juan Capistrano (I promise that’s an expression of admiration on my face)…
…and we enjoyed scones, jam, and clotted cream at a fancy tea shop, and they even let us take the leftovers home for breakfast the next day.
And nothing else was photographed so it’s not like it really happened anyway. We also made ourselves a delicious soup-and-sausages dinner, had a discussion about The Hunting of the Snark, rode the carousel at the Orange County Great Park, and spent plenty of time being silly in each other’s presence. I’m a little (a lot) zonked today, but it was good times. What’s the last road trip you took?
(First photo courtesy of Tito! If you click it, it will become larger and less terrible/artifact-y, and you will be able to gaze upon the true splendor of our facial expressions.)