deco. rated.

today i'm listening to: kaskade- fire in your new shoes

fire in your new shoes <--music vid (super fab)


whatta great song to make-out to somewhat aggressively:

today's blog will be a bit longer than usual because i will be reliving the past (due to forces beyond my means).

i once had an alter-ego who claimed her father invented the disco ball. yes, the heir to the disco ball fortune.
as new years eve was on the approach, i found a way to further falsify my existence by longing to actually resemble a disco ball myself.
so you can imagine how i swooooooned when i found these:

die. die. die.

but most certainly out of the millimak price range at $2k.

furthermore, the only dresses i could find that even slightly approached disco ball-status were shedding sequins everywhere. 

i had visions of myself 6 AM january 1/11 doing a walk of shame, not because i was doing something shameful, but because i was leaving a trail of silver sequins behind me like a tranny hansel and gretel.

any.way. back to the disco-

new years is an extra special holiday because it also marked the 2 yr anniversary w/ the boyfriend.

after christmas he took me on a fancy stay-cation here: 

the langham, pasadena

(ultra-fab.com/yes please)

and somehow (somehow usually = drunk) we managed to waltz into the incredibly too-expensive allen schwartz boutique:

 

i literally have no idea how i ended up in the dressing room...

but next thing i knew, the boyfriend hit the brownie-point lotto and this bitch was in my closet:

obsession! (thanks, honey bun!!) xo.

i know it was ridiculous, but the boyfriend was throwing a huge party in the ballrooms (plural) of this hotel:

so i had to look spectacular.

mind you, it wasn't all glitz and glamour. there were certainly moments of this:

(unacceptable)

and this:

not so glam.

but there were also those rare moments where i felt as if the fabulous hippie glamour-child that i actually am
may have made an appearance... and the pictures came out like this:

how hot is the boyfriend's purple. velvet. blazer. <3

sporting my mom's disco clutch from the 70s. keepin' the vintage in the fam = the best.

dinner at urban tav.
(notice i polished off an entire cheeseplate in lieu of an actual meal. problems.)

we even got some pretty fly balcony seating arrangements:

are. you. fucking. kidding. me. buddy.

auld. lang. syne-me-up.

hip. hip.

the moral of the story is: reliving the past has been necessary (and super over-indulgent, unfortunately... i created a blog for fuck's sake) because the boyfriend has since left for SIX WEEKS. he works in television & that's where the history channel stuck him- in the swamps of north carolina, to be exact... (geographically speaking).
that's right. swamp thing:

perhaps i should channel ms. locklear and we could reinvent 'return of the swamp thing' circa 1989? (i do like her dress... but i'm thinking something totally different for the hair)...


only four days down, 37 to go.... pffff. 

I would shine just like a million suns if you'd just love me baby.

so since i'm unemployed(only for the next few days.... then there will be an ANNOUNCEMENT!)... i'll continue to play tic-tac-toe between my fishnets, write in my little blog and peruse the internet for fabulousity. 

until then,

i think i need a C-tail. (yes, before 10 AM).

see you later, alligator. bye bye, fruit fly. best wishes, little fishes.

"even when i can't hear you, i love everything you have to say" - tm

xoxo. -tory