clyde's rebirth

tis the season for giving

2011-12-22T12:25:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure why, but I've been a total Scrooge this holiday season. I see intricate Christmas light displays in someone's yard, and I think "what a total waste of energy." I yelled at my sister for almost buying me a gift from Urban Outfitters. Bloggers with their endless 'holiday wishlists' make me want to scream. Don't even get me STARTED on the fanatic 'deal' shoppers. It just seems like the actual spirit of the holiday season has been buried under mountains of greed, and even as the owner of two online shops, I can't muster the enthusiasm to compete for business. To help shake off the holiday humdrums and inspire some do-gooding I've devised a special diet of Elf, Scrooged, the A-Frames eyewear Artist Series Mix, cheap white wine while Clyde facetimes with ~~Yen~~ Kyle, eating comfort food that has nothing to do with Christmas AND..

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Making my Christmas Cards!

Here is the moment that most people would reveal said masterpieces. But, as the title states, this is the time for giving. So here's the deal: I will send you what I consider, hands down, the FUNNIEST, most crudely executed holiday card you will ever receive.. and you will donate whatever you are able to give to an animal charity of your choosing. You can pay online for lots of national shelters like The Humane Society and the ASPCA, or find organizations in your city/area like Paws Chicago and The Animal Welfare League. You can pay in person if you want to help out a smaller charity that doesn't accept donations online. Don't have any change to spare? Lots of shelters will take old clothing or bedding and they always need more hands around. I know those Sarah Mclachlan commercials are the saddest things ever, so I'm hoping that the incentive of the world's most....creative & authentic Christmas card will inspire you to help more changing the channel so you don't have to cry over the pitiful animals [I only did that once.. but I want to almost every time.]. Because I think you kids are some good eggs.. we are working on the honor system. I'm not going to require that everyone show me a screen shot of their online receipt or take a photo of them volunteering or donating to a shelter. I trust you kittens.

Do your good furry deed this Christmas, then leave your email in the comments, or shoot me one requesting the best Christmas card ever created if you don't want random people to spam you. clydesrebirth [AT] gmail dot com.

I wish all of you a happy, healthy [& furry!] holiday season.

[x]m.

ONE STOP [pop up] SHOP

2011-11-30T12:21:00.000-08:00

If you kids are anything like me, you haven't even made a list of who you're shopping for this holiday season, let alone started actually procuring items for those lucky ducks. To make things easier for you, Lisa and I have teamed up to create a one stop [pop up] shop for your holiday season! You may remember we had hastily scheduled one earlier this fall, only to postpone it for a better date.. which happens to be next Saturday, December 10th! Check out the details in the ad below, and feel free to email me [clydesrebirth AT gmail .com] with any questions.

**it also happens to be my studio building's open house so if for some strange reason the allure of gorgeous vintage apparel, accessories, home decor AND handmade jewels doesn't sway you, there are other artists in the building that will be open for bidness as well.

look [at our] book!

2011-11-28T02:02:00.000-08:00

It's that time again.. no, not time to get a new watch you smart asses. It's time to unveil the fall 2011 lookbook! I went the collaborative route this time & asked 4 local area bloggers to come style up 2 looks using the same key piece in both ensembles. Not only did I get a chance to catch up with these ladies I'm lucky enough to call friends, but they brought a fresh pair of styled eyes to my goods which allowed me to focus on the photography. The beautiful, sassy lady you see modeling is Maggie Stoody, a student at Loyola University in Evanston and all around bad ass chick. Be sure to check out the stylish & philanthropic company she started with her brother called A-frames Eyewear. You kids know I love me some eco concious goods, and it doesn't hurt that the sunnies are amazing.

Huge thanks to Tabitha, Lisa, Andrea & Emily for taking time out of your busy lives to help out with this project.. you gals rock my thick winter socks off ;)

Head on over to the lookbook page to peep the rest of the photos.. then get yer tushes to the respective shops to get shopping. Christmas is right around the corner kittens.. wink wink, nudge nudge.

[x]m.

black [hearted] friday.

2011-11-25T08:55:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was just what the doctor ordered. I played old school nintendo on the new school Wii with my sister, swearing and threatening to break the controller every time I died. I went for a long walk with my mom and the dogs talking about where I'm at in my life and how to change/get to where I ultimately want to be. I enjoyed the clean country air and humbling sunsets. I helped prep Thanksgiving dinner [peeling & cutting.. c'mon of course my own family knows how disastrous a cook I am]. We sat down to a delicious home cooked meal where we gave thanks for the life we have, and expressed hope that one day everyone on earth can enjoy good health, great family and nutritious food on a regular basis. Afterwards we continued the Kinzie family tradition of playing a cutthroat game of Apples to Apples. There were vaguely violent arm gestures, copious amounts of emphatically persuading points, arguing with "bad" picks and -of course- cheating. [My mom had at least 15 red cards in her hands at all times & my sister hid 6 of my green cards while I was in the kitchen.] To end the evening, my sister and I paged through my grandma's old photo albums, marveling at the textbook hippies my parents ~~were~~ are and how early my cat hoarding tendencies started. I felt safe, happy, and full.. but more importantly full of love. NOT full of anticipation and nervousness about leaving my happy home to go wait in line with hundreds of other materialistic consumers rabidly awaiting the sales.

My parents raised me with a stellar set of beliefs. Being kind to my fellow man and creatures. Being thankful for the opportunities I have had thus far in life. Caring about and for the environment. Keeping an open mind and a closed mouth. I can safely say they have concretely shaped the person that I am today and I couldn't be more appreciative. Though that last statement may sound incredibly narcissistic, it in fact humbles me. I look at people who spend their hard earned dollars on mass produced cheap goods that are usually the product of child labor at a huge department store and I die a little inside. You work so hard to make a living, and you just throw it away in an effort to look like everyone else. The rampant consumerism is literally killing our environment and you don't care. Black Friday is the culmination of everything that I hate about consumer spending. Fighting your fellow man for a cheap dvd. Elbowing a grandmother who's getting too close to "your" TV. Ending your Thanksgiving -a time you should be spending with loved ones, appreciating your good fortune- EARLY to go wait in line in the cold at night. It literally turns my blood cold.

I know there are lots of small businesses also participating in Black Friday deals. I have retweeted a few etsy shops offering discount codes and people advocating shopping local and small.. but that's where my personal involvement stops. I had wibbled & wobbled on whether I would offer any shopping discounts in honor of this truly black "holiday" but ultimately decided against it. It's quite hard for me to mark any of my jewelry on sale as I work extremely hard on them [which is a post coming very soon] and the thought of "giving" them away leaves me in a very dark mood. I am not quite as attached to the vintage apparel & accessories I sell, but it didn't feel right putting one shop on sale but not the other, especially in light of my fervent avoidance of all things black Friday. If you want to shop a small business and have yours truly in mind, you can find my online goods here & here. There are no discount codes, but there are handcrafted jewels and stellar vintage. You can still get the warm fuzzy feeling of helping a small business owner stay afloat. Or better yet, you can donate gently used goods and clothing to your local thrift store or even to the homeless shelter. Can't let any of your prized possessions go just yet? They also accept monetary donations. No money to spare? Your time is just as valuable and more hands are always appreciated. Don't like people? Animal shelters are just as desperate for your help.

Bottom line.. think of ways you can help this holiday season, not just what kind of deals you can get on cheap shit. The feeling you get from giving is stronger and lasts exponentially longer than the fleeing emotions you experience from getting.

[x]m.

make your thank you's count.

2011-11-11T13:47:00.000-08:00

It's Veteran's Day. I think you would be hard pressed to find a person who has zero contact with serving in the miltary. Be it enlisting themselves, hugging family as they leave to defend their country or mourning the loved ones lost in duty. But not only is one day nowhere near enough time to acknowledge the selfless men and women putting their lives at risk while we enjoy our freedoms safe at home, but the thank you's don't help them get back into the workforce. Or pay for medical help with their PTSD. Or teach them how to acclimate back into 'normal' everyday life with people who will never understand what they went through.

So while your thank you's matter [though they aren't restricted to this singular day] put those words into action. While my brother was serving in Iraq, my mom would compile weekly care packages for him containing useful items as well as wacky things designed to bring a smile to his face. One package in particular contained her homemade salad dressing that we used to chug as kids as well as a random fish magazine.. when it arrived, the bottle had come loose and soaked the magazine. I would've paid to see his bewildered face upon opening a package with a wet magazine about marine life! Her generosity didn't end there however.. she found addresses for countless other soldiers overseas and sent them care packages as well. Though that can get expensive for some people to keep up, it's just one example of a way you can reach out to someone keeping you safe. I'll update this post when she get's back to me later with her extensive list of websites geared towards sending aid to currently enlisted soldiers, and below I've compiled a short list of websites that help veterans returning from war:

Freedom is not Free

"Our mission is to aid wounded military service members and their families, and the families of the fatally wounded. Freedom Is Not Free will donate 100% of the money raised to organizations and programs that meet the needs of our heroes and their families."

Vets Helping Heroes

"Vets Helping Heroes strives to raise funds to meet the ever-growing needs of veterans and active duty military personnel who experience visual, physical, and/or emotional trauma. Requests from disabled heroes range from dual-trained dogs for balance/stability (physical therapy), retrieval, responders to alarms, and assistance with activities of independent living to Trekker GPS training to therapy dogs for active military personnel - providing emotional support for those who have PTSD and other combat-related challenges."

**editor's note: though I don't support sending the animals into active duty [though they do provide an incredible service, I can't stomach forcing an animal to risk it's life constantly for man's wars] I fully back the need for assistance animals for vet's trying to get back on their feet in their home country.

The Dog Tags Program // Puppies behind Bars

Another organization that helps supply in need veterans with canine assistance after returning home. The difference is these dogs are trained by prison inmates, which may sound suspect at first, but "The guards and the administrators welcome them because they have noticed the positive effect that the PBB program and the puppies haves had on inmates. Emphasizes "Rules & Structure" for both dogs and the inmates."

Disabled Veterans

"The Disabled Veterans National Foundation exists to change the lives of men and women who came home wounded or sick after defending our safety and our freedom."

You can also find the local vet clinic close to you and volunteer or donate directly to them. If anyone has any other online resources or suggestions, please shout them loud and clear in the comments. Never think a thank you is worthless.. but take that next step towards really helping them however you can.

[x]m.

HAI.

2011-11-07T15:08:00.000-08:00

I'm alive! Mostly. Some days are touch and go, and if you try to get ahold of me before 9 am, you're wasting your time. But I haven't vanished.. I've just been in the process of changing A LOT of things professionally while also completing a mini fall jewelry line, shooting my fall/winter lookbook that I collaborated with some fabulous ladies on, stock piling vintage, decorating, arranging, rearranging and redecorating my new apartment & studio space and squeezing the crap out of my felines. Rest assured that while there are going to be some big changes in the very near future, the sassy, no holds bar merl voice is going nowhere. It's just going to be talking about a plethora of things that you better damn well be interested in. And yes, there will be cat photos.

never doubt that there will be cat photos. Until the changes take place, you can find me musing about all manner of important issues on twitter, posting really artsy shots of said furballs on instagram, and pinning meals I cannot make, design that makes me go weak in the knees & bad ass inked people on pinterest. I don't know about you kittens, but it bugs me when bloggers link to every.single.other.place. they have an internet presence at the end of every post, but cut me some slack on this one post, k?

catch you on the flip side.

[x]m.

eye roll, groan, repeat.

2011-09-13T12:15:00.000-07:00

I hate fashion week. Regardless of what city it's taking place in, count me OUT sirs and madams. Put down your pitchforks fellow designers, I'm all about creative expression & supporting new designers. But the 'scene' combined with the relentless name dropping & bragging is enough to keep my eyes firmly rolled into the back of my head for months. Though what really toasts my almonds is the forced feeding. I see your look of disbelief- of course I'm not talking about the emaciated models.. I'm referring to the rest of the world letting these designers think that we will gobble up whatever wacko trends they send down the runway. One word: flatforms. If you bought a pair, slap yourself in the face. Twice. Now once more so you don't forget it.

Of course some of the themes are things I can get behind.. high waists, peplums, mixing prints like you just went blind … or forgot to pay your electricity bill so you're literally getting dressed in the dark. But darlings.. I've been doing those things for a few years now. When you find some styles that fit an actual S, you stick with em. Yes even the prints-you mix enough of them and no one's gonna be looking at that food baby. But I refuse, I repeat, REFUSE to let these big names dictate what I can and cannot wear each season. That's the beauty of clothing kids.. it allows you to voice your personality without saying one damn word. With that kind of freedom, why do you want to be echoing what every other lady or gent who gives a lick about fashion is saying? Considering the disappointing lack of wit and enthusiasm for creative writing in fashion blogging, I sure wouldn't want those folks to be speaking for me.

As long as it's original, you let that freak flag fly kids.

[x]m.

arrivederci!

2011-09-12T12:39:00.000-07:00

This weekend is a biggie kids. Besides getting to watch one of my best friends get married [although it being the first wedding I'm actually a part of, let's be honest and admit the day is really about me] during a ceremony & reception she has slaved away planning, I'm also leaving for Venice on Sunday! Don't worry, the furballs & casa de crazy cat lady will be well cared for by family [and ADT] while I'm galavanting around seducing Italian men left and right.. or if you're my mom or other family member reading this, I mean taking in the amazing history & architecture.

Though this post reads as bragging, I'm actually looking to my internet friends for any suggestions on places I cannot miss or restaurants I need to gorge myself in.. Also, I can say "the woman has a car, not an apple" in Italian, which makes me basically fluent so send me anywhere kids. I'm not holding my breath for lots of internet availability, and to be frank I'm going to punch myself if I waste my time over there seeing what you kids are doing on twitter so you might not hear from me much. You better believe I'll have some zingers to tell when I get home though..

[baci!] m.

[original photo source]

remember.

2011-09-11T10:10:00.000-07:00

[source]

I was running late for school when my dad came into the kitchen saying that a plane had crashed into one of the world trade towers. The freak accident stopped me in my tracks wondering how such a horrific occurrence happened. I rushed off to school with the incident slowly using importance in self involved high school life. As I was sitting in my first class of the day, playing with my plastic bottle cap necklace that my basketball teammates and I wore, my teacher came in and silently turned on the tv. As this was not a normal introduction to the class, he got our attention immediately. Though with the broadcast showing the terror attacks, we couldn't have done much else.

Watching the footage again on CNN of that horrific event brings the same sorrow as it did on that day. I cannot imagine being in the planes, building or on the street when the buildings fell. My heart and soul goes out to everyone who lost someone they knew on that day.

Ignorance can only breed hatred and this day is a tragic reminder of that. Hug your loved ones & practice love and respect for all walks of life.

.....just kidding.

2011-09-09T12:08:00.000-07:00

I have some slightly bad news kids.. Lisa and I are rescheduling the vintage sale @ my studio that was due to take place tomorrow. We realized after we announced it that it truly wasn't enough time to grab people by the ~~balls~~ shoulders and force them to come. We are looking at dates in October and will announce it when we find the perfect one. Sorry for the confusion! Don't forget to check out Renegade Craft Fair if your schedule just opened up.. support my fellow handmade artisans :)

[x]m.

oh hai chicago vintage lovers!

2011-09-05T19:28:00.000-07:00

Mark your calendars. Next Saturday. 3-6 pm. My *amazing* studio space on Laflin. Lisa of Archives fame. And uh, Me. Some never before seen vintage & handmade jewelry. Possibly even some bubbly. Definitely lots of photo taking. Stop drooling, your keyboard doesn't react well to water. All this for the price of one [you can absolutely bring more, but one is the bare min] semi-professional item of clothing to donate to "dress for success" which helps disenfranchised women get back on their feet. RSVP to yours truly with your name & number of people attending with you. You'll receive a [non]decrypted email giving you a [non existent] code to punch into the [not real] underground elevator.

.........

Just joshing ya kids. But seriously the space isn't huge and I need to know how much fizzy alcohol to provide. Let me know by Thursday if you're kind, and Friday if you want to see me frazzled. Can't wait to see some familiar faces & meet some new ones!

[x]m.

cleaning house.

2011-08-31T12:51:00.000-07:00

guess what kids?? IT'S SALE TIME. in honor of labor day weekend, the end of summer, the beginning of fall, the fact that my cat didn't pee outside the litterbox today.. basically we are celebrating QUITE a bit these days. use the code "FALLISBACK" in both shops for some hefty discounts!

the big change is still coming.. it just got slightly postponed due to my constant traveling. however, I'm home for 2 weeks [!!!] and though it sounds dirtier than I mean, I really am cracking the whip. get uppppa!

[x]m.

ch ch ch changes

2011-08-13T12:45:00.000-07:00

Oh HAI. Just popping in quick to whet your appetite for ah-mazing vintage & one of a kind jewels with some preview pics of upcoming [AND CURRENTLY AVAILABLE] stock. The blog as you know it is about to undergo a radical change soon to reflect where I'm at blogging/business/life/psyche wise. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pee my fucking pants excited about it. Stay tuned kids!

[x]m.

crazy cat lady does Montreal

2011-07-08T13:20:00.000-07:00

Don't yell at me.. I know I need to wipe off the cobwebs off my own blog before I should even think about guest blogging for someone else.. but when Rachel batted those pretty little eyes at me [through email no less.. potent peepers!] I couldn't say no. Her and Austin are on a fabulous adventure that she will share soon, so in honor of that I thought I'd share some photos of my trip to see my darling mental twin Emily in Montreal. Head on over to Rach's blog to see the photos! I promise I will get back on the horse once I get settled in Chicaaaaga. My internet friends there will keep me accountable ;)

[x]m.

mooooooving on up!

2011-06-22T14:59:00.000-07:00

[please don't show this to my college design professor.. this is what 5 minutes and zero effort gets you]

..or down, rather if we are being technical. That's right kids, I'm relocating to the Windy City! If you knew how crazy I've been driving myself with this decision, you'd be kicking back with a beer and finally enjoying some relaxed breathing and absence of the anxious shakes with me. I was going to list the reasons it won out over the other options, but it feels as if I'm making excuses, and I need to kick that mindset. I was making this choice a life or death matter which is just as ridiculous as it sounds. I think I'll really enjoy Chicago for at least a year.. ask me again once the cold kiss of death sets in. So now I just need to find an apt, pack up all my crap, toss the cats in the car, drive my life's possessions to Chitown, unpack and set up shop! Anyone else already tired?

So if you live in or around Chicago, you're welcome for me blessing the city with my presence. JOKES. But keep your calendars open since I do plan on having an internet friend/family apartment warming part-a.

[x]m.

cat lady fashion - KISS

2011-06-02T08:12:00.000-07:00

{lace tank top, speckled sheer blouse, cropped beige jacket, necklace, bracelets- thrifted // shoes- kelsi dagger via marshalls last year // new found & overused photoshop actions: the interwebs // photos by katrine aka the sister}

Apologies to those who got their hopes up thinking I was going to be recreating a look from the famous rock band known for their luscious hair. Oh and they sometimes wore makeup too. Instead I'm referring to the acronym.. Keep It Simple Stupid. [And yes I always picture Dwight Schrute parroting Michael Scott when I say that.] Even though I just preached making yourself happy with whatever duds are putting that twinkle in your eye on any given day, at times I find myself struggling with my attire. Personally, I gravitate towards sleek basics with one snazzy accent. My theory is that it's harder to look like a train wreck if you have a simple palette going on. Of course, I've proven myself wrong on more than one occasion with that mentality.. I also end up exponentially happier when the majority of my clothing and accessories are Mama Nature approved, meaning thrifted and/or vintage of course. Green is the new black, in case you hadn't heard.

Also.. as you read this, I will be Madison bound for a couple meetings, hopefully some real life friend sightings and a plane trip. I'm off to Montreal to visit this feisty little nugget as a belated bday to her [you wished her happy birthday on Monday right? RIGHT??] and an early one for me. Don't worry, it's not til monday so you still have time to buy my present. A word to the wise.. I prefer my golden ponies medium to pale gold. None of that bronze bullshit.

[x]m.

ps.. how purdy is my sister? very would be the correct answer.

best.outfit.photos.EVER.

2011-06-01T11:00:00.000-07:00

shhhhhneek peek of the post coming tomorrow. Probably my favorite outfit photos EVER.

[top: me // bottom: my sister]

[x]m.

cat lady fashion - sailor chic?

2011-05-30T16:34:00.001-07:00

{captain blazer: thrifted // first mate skirt: victoria's secret // stowaway scarf: tar-jet // pirate jewels: vintage & handmade of course // deck hand booties: no idea}

Fashion is fun, right? RIGHT! Except of course, when it's not. "Whoa that's pretty deep for what is technically a Monday for most of us Merl" .. I know, and I'm sorry to be hitting you with some pretty hard facts without warning. But the extremely vague topic of 'fashion' has been on the brain lately. Bare with me as I delve deep into my thought process on the matter.

As I was changing into the above ensemble from my cat hair pajamas for a trip to the co op [no my former attire wouldn't have been 'out of place' but I'm trying to keep what few standards I have left guys] it struck me that I was laughably 'sailor chic.' All the navy combined with the stripes and beige accents obviously brought to mind riding the high seas... uh what? I don't even have the excuse of living in NYC and experiencing Fleet Week to cloud my judgement on naming this look. In my defense, the second I thought of the title, I had to laugh at myself. Really Merl?Sailor Chic? Are you going to be climbing the rigging or tying off a line in this outfit? Only if it was the start of a very classy porno, and luckily that career has never really appealed to me..[yet] So instead of taking myself too seriously, I grabbed some aviators, my sister and sauntered out to the pool for a 'fitting backdrop' to my 'nautical attire.'

Unfortunately I think a lot of style bloggers get caught up in the fame game and lose sight of why they started posting their outfits online in the first place. Ok, so some of them DO become a 'flogger' solely for recognition, but many of you kids do it to share your creative, one of a kind style and join a community that supports your wacky ways. Dressing in a way that makes you feel confident and happy is a profoundly powerful tool, and shouldn't be discounted as frivolous or meaningless. But when the latest trends, the allure of designer labels, and the popularity struggles begins to take over what used to be a joyful experience -ie expressing your personality through your attire- it's time to check yo self.. before you wreck yo self.

No one is perfect. I know what you're thinking.. but Merl, you're pretty damn close! And I thank you for your warm sentiments, but truthfully.. I'm not quite there. [yet..] Everyone has bad hair days, bad skin days, bad ensemble days.. hell even hot mess weeks. So stop comparing yourself to others and simply do what makes you happy. Wear what you want, and thumb your nose at the newest trends if that's what trips your trigger. Or.. wear them if that rocks your boat instead. Don't be afraid to actually look happy in your outfit photos! They say a smile is your best accessory, and unless you had spinach for lunch, I'm apt to agree. I post my outtakes because they are a real representation of myself. I'm awkward, goofy and have a hard time taking anything but the ASPCA commercials seriously [2 seconds in, I'm a bawling mess]. If you're a more stoic, reserved person.. that's ok too. I don't know exactly how to interact with you, but I'm sure you're a nice person behind that steel vault.

If you find yourself becoming frustrated with your blog.. lack of followers, not having the latest accessory, waiting impatiently for Anna to call you personally.. take a step back and re-evaluate your efforts. Then put on your favorite outfit, slap on a scarily large smile and get your ass out the door. Outfit photos optional, positive outlook mandatory. If you do snap the ensemble.. toss in an outtake for me.

[x]m.

cat lady fashion: denim on denim

2011-05-26T19:33:00.000-07:00

{bells: GAP // jean vest, orange belt, purse, jewels: thrifted & vintage // feline: clyde stand in}

Whew did you guys SEE that huge ditch back there? Dumped me right off the wagon with zero warning. I swear it's the ditch's fault, not my own. I'm glad you kids know me well enough to laugh at me, not with me after that last sentence.

This is the merl version of the Canadian Tuxedo. Jean jackets paired with jeans are sooo 2000 and late. It's all about the matching denim vest and bells these days. Speaking of, these jeans make me feel [and look. Ya I went there. No it's not hard to fit my head through doors. Yes my reflection whistles at me.] like dyn-a-MITE. Except they loose their shape after a wear. Not enough spandex to handle two rounds of dees curves. But seriously even pure spandex needs a long nap and sauna visit before they can jump back in the ring. I'm trying to decide if it's going to be easier or harder for them after I'm SHREDDED. That's right, I'm letting Jillian Michaels whip my ass into shape for the next 30 days. I would say I'm telling you kids to keep me accountable.. but let's be honest, I'll probably only post 2 more times in the next 29 days. It's a skill to be this lazy of a blogger. Anyone else put up with that screaming bootcamp general for the full 30 days? I figure my rage with her by day 7 will push me through the moves. If it's one thing us gingers know.. it's rage.

[x]m.

S//S

2011-05-22T22:27:00.000-07:00

Though sugar and spice would also work for the title, instead S//S is referring to my spring and summer lookbook!

As always it was a labor of love, shot in Empire state with the lovely Morgan shmizing her little booty showcasing a small selection of vintage apparel, and one of a kind creations including my newest jewelry invention: the fully adjustable 'Infinity Body Chains' .. they are just as incredible as they sound. You guys got a taste for them in Texas, and without sounding incredibly conceited.. they are just about the most amazingly versatile things EVER. They can be worn a slew of different ways - I just came up with a brand new way yesterday by playing around with them- and are going to be sold as the whole package, as well as broken down into pieces. EXCITING RIGHT?? I know. I pee a little every time I get thinking about them. Without further adieu.. feast your eyes on the lookbook, then keep your peepers peeled for the products to hit both shops throughout the week! {special note: I will only reserve items for past customers} And when you're done salivating over the goods, make sure to give Morgan some love and attention when she posts her behind the scenes and starving child outtakes..

[x]m.

creative controller vs neurotic ninny.

2011-05-04T12:16:00.001-07:00

One of the hardest parts of my job[s] is getting out of my own way. I have a wee bit of a creative control issue which, while it makes being my own boss a smart choice, also means I stretch myself too thin across too many projects. I love designing jewelry, I love sourcing and sending vintage off to new homes, I love photographing everything to do with both of the previous tasks, and I love styling, shooting & editing the lookbooks. However.. I don't love how stressed I get when I try to accomplish all of the above projects as well as a site re-haul, doing consignment/wholesale business, trying to blog [definitely not my greatest strength to begin with] and still make time for myself to relax, workout and have a small semblance of a social life. I have no problem asking for help for something I know or care nothing about. Taxes and paperwork? Thank god for accountants. But anything design wise.. I become a protective mama cat, hissing at anyone who tries to steal my kittens even if they are merely trying to help.

I had tried to redesign my logos for MONTHS before reaching out to Kathleen to work her magic. Not only did I end up [rabidly] loving what she came up with, but it instantly cleared my shoulders of that stressful weight. And I have no problem admitting that she designed something better than I ever could. It's what she does for a living, and she is damn good at it. But enough time has passed that I forget how good it feels to release some of the control to another professional. Now I'm back to my hoarding tendencies. NO you can't help me design my new website, because I know enough HTML coding, Illustrator & Photoshop skills to do it on my own. NO you can't do the hair and makeup & help with styling because I have a clear direction in my head and you won't be able to accurately produce my vision. NO you can't take over the marketing for my brands, even if I have no idea what I'm doing because giving away that task means I'm not good enough to do it myself. Can't is a four letter ~~conjuntion~~ word in my world. The only way it's allowed is by saying I can't let go.

"Jack of all trades, master of none." I understand the meaning behind this statement. If you spread out your focus among a wealth of various trades, it's impossible to master each one. But in this day and age, you are practically forced to have hyphens in your job title. Especially if you are an entrepreneur. You simply don't have the $$ to hire out all the individual tasks involved with starting your business, so you are forced to teach yourself skills possibly non-related to your craft. I think that while this can add unneeded frustration onto an already stressful endeavor, it can also be an eye opener. You could find some hidden talents lurking in your subconscious that you never would've discovered otherwise. But when you've begun to establish your business, it becomes even more difficult to relinquish the control you've held so tightly through the 'birthing' process of the company. You've made it successfully thus far, why let go now? Sure there's people more knowledgable in certain fields, but they won't be able to adequately complete the same tasks the way you can. The success your business acquires over time is not simply yours to bask in anymore. "You are not the creative mastermind you thought you were" runs laps in my head when I admit to myself I need to seek outside help.. with "other people are managing, why can't you" nipping at it's heels ready to pass on the inside. Instead of focusing on my strengths, I find myself picking apart the weaknesses, frustrated that I can't fix them because I'm too busy with fingers and toes in 10 other projects. I'm left literally spinning in circles whilst simultaneously frozen in place, paralyzed by the fear of saying "I can't."

While I wouldn't change my career choice, I realize that I need to change my mindset. Allowing other talented professionals to assist me in my projects does not mean I've failed. It means I've realized my limitations, and learned how to focus on where my strengths lie versus wallowing in my weaknesses. And in a perfect world, putting that into action would be as easy as typing it. Though I will forever believe life is a beautifully frustrating work in progress, I'm reaching out to my fellow ridiculously talented and wise entrepreneurs.. do you find yourselves struggling with these same choices? Do you grit your teeth and plow through, remaining steadfast in your resolve to be the real life wonder woman? Or do you allow other professionals to step in when you realize your attention can be better spent elsewhere?

I will never give up first attempting a task myself. I may surprise myself with an unforeseen talent in that particular area. But I'm actively going to work on relinquishing some of my tightly wound creative control.. though like my idiotic tactic with bandaids, the process is going to be painfully slow. First step: using the below quote from pinterest as my desktop background.

[x]m.

intermission

2011-05-02T11:28:00.000-07:00

[white vest, quilted gold button up, nude dress, scarf as a belt, wedges {whew!} all vintage & thrifted. same goes for the jewels cept for the hand crafted necklace by yours truly and the spike bracelet.]

Hey kids! Miss me? Such a silly question, of course you did. I'd miss me too. In fact, every morning when I wake up, I tell myself in the mirror how much I missed myself. That's a lie, I only say it a couple times a week. Sorry for the crickets and tumbleweeds blowing across the screen.. you see I've been too busy running around sans head, poultry style. I was finalizing ensembles for my S/S lookbook, and trying to pack enough clothes for my own body as well as finishing some jewelry pieces and of course lots of corporeal cuddling. You can stalk through my world class model's twitter for some sneak peek behind the scenes shots.. I myself was too busy photographing and attempting to shoot video for the first time to snap any tweet worthy shots myself. If you follow me, you might have heard I was originally planning on continuing on to Philly after my trip to the apple.. however, I not only overestimated my energy levels [the pesky cold I seem to have picked up isn't helping] but also didn't aptly realize the amount of work I have to get done in the all too near future. So home to Wisco I go. Hopefully I'll be able to squeeze in some blog posts of my time with Mizz Morgan and the shortie Yen this next week, but as always.. don't hold your breath. Blue is a really hard skin tone to pull off.

Also.. I said my piece on twitter last night [technically very early this morning] about the death of bin Laden. I respect other people's viewpoints, especially those directly affected by the tragedy of 9/11 and understand that everyone deals with things differently. But I also don't have any illusions on this 'curing' the terrorism al Qaeda thrives on and I don't believe in an eye for an eye. I'm not religious, so instead of praying, I'm fervently hoping for a semblance of peace.

[x]m.

hippy roots

2011-04-13T17:36:00.000-07:00

{lavender fringe crochet crop top: vintage via Dirty Hair Halo's closet // grey lace tank: tar-jet // high waisted bells: Gap // hand crafted jewelry by yours truly.. coming soon! the M pendant was found by my 11th cousin Todd.. and yes I was forced to say that ;) }
As eager as I am to find a new city to call my own, I have to admit that I will miss living and working on the weed farm. Not only is my mind relaxed and happy which means the creativity is practically gushing out of me, but the daily talks with the crew can brighten the gloomiest day. They also tip the profanity scales every other minute. The topic today? Breeding me to other gingers to keep us from going extinct. I am not funny enough to make this stuff up, believe me I've tried. I have to resort to juvenile humor, like using my jewelry as facial hair. And changing letters in a word to reflect your bodacious butt while also paying homage to my free love parents.

Meet my new parting gift... "Would you rather?"

Today's chin scratcher:
Would you rather lick an old man's stinky armpit or chew on a rotten yellow toenail?

discuss amongst yourselves.
[x]m.

comfy as crack

2011-04-08T17:06:00.000-07:00

I know you kids are foaming at the mouth for the incredible ensemble I bragged about the other day.. but since I am a terrible blogger and forgot my tripod plate for my camera with only minutes left of sunshine- there aren't photos to show of it's first run. Lucky for you kids, it is residing smugly within my top 10 favorite outfits and will be re-worn this weekend and I promise to photograph the shit out of it. I might even wash my hair this time.

In the meantime, this comfy as crack outfit will have to suffice. What the hell does comfy as crack mean you ask? As you can see from the photos, I shimmied up the fence enclosing my dad's kids [also known as his cows........ I told you my family was strange.] whilst my mom snapped away and almost fell and cracked my head open multiple times. Obviously there's pictorial evidence at the end. I wouldn't leave you kids hanging like that.

{cardigan: UO // white tee: thifted // scarf: vintage // jeans: old navy // too small booties bought and tortured my feet with in tex-ass: vintage // jewels: vintage & thrifted // sunnies: thrifted}

Unfortunately, as cute as those boots are, they are a size too small and though 5 year old Merl would tell me to suck it up, soon to be 27 year old Merl finally knows better. They will be making their way along with 50 other items to mo vintage next week. It will take me the weekend to clear the cobwebs off the poor shop, but rest assured the revival will be worth the wait!

Have a slamdamning weekend kids. You've earned it!

[x]m.

morganesque.

2011-04-05T17:27:00.000-07:00

You may know my friend Morgan. In case you have forgotten the hundreds of times I've mentioned her on my blog, let me offer up some key words to refresh your memory: Lua, topknot, scarves, chambray, layers, more layers, pilfering clothes from parents, yerba mate junkie, granola fiend, self titled jetsetter.. aaand I see the dawn of recognition break over your face. Now that we are petting the same dog [har har] let me also remind you of the awesome contest she is currently running. All you need to do is pick 2 of the previous key words [she says one, I say suck it up you pansy's.] and combine them into one ensemble, photograph the shit out of it and post about it with a link back to her. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Since one of the prizes was crafted by yours truly, I am unfortunately ineligible to win. Bet you thought that was going to keep me from competing huh......

{striped top: Rodar-te for tar-jet // lighter chambray: tar-jet, darker chambray: thrifted // vintage leather vest: papa kinzers // olive scarf: H&M, tan+leopard scarf: thrifted, silk scarf: vintage // all jewelry handmade by moi including the prize necklace! // grey jeans: Charlotte Russe // tan suede booties: .... no clue. tar-jet?}

{I've literally had almost that large a chunk of greens in my teeth one time.. no one told me. don't be that asshole kids.}
Multiple layers of chambray: check, check. Article of clothing borrowed from parents: [vest] check. Scarves: check, check, check, check. Multiple clyde's rebirth jewels: check, check, check, check. Neutral booties: check. I see why Morgan's wrists are so dainty.. she has an exhaustive checklist to mark off each morning. I did have to make some adjustments though.. if you follow her on twitter, you'll more than likely want to raid her fridge/pantry daily. She has been raving about kale chips for months now, but every time I hit up the local co-op I forget to buy a head. So instead, I ripped up some wilty romaine in her honor. Then subbed her homemade granola for a store bought protein bar, and her yerba mate for my life blood: diet pepsi. Check, check check. But I couldn't stop there... I obviously had to introduce an animal into this photoshoot. Since I had already punished Clyde in a previous guest post for Morgan, I figured I would stick with a Lua approved animal.

{pouring one out for my homies.. aka my fellow crazy cat ladies.}
EVERY other time I con my mother into snapping my outfit photos, the dogs can't seem to get enough of me. The ONE time I actually want them to bombard me.. they run away. I had to bribe Kip with treats to stay in the frame with me. But the final product is so Morganesque right?? Leg cocked out, head thrown back, Lua looking confused at her mom striking a pose in the woods.. I know, I nailed it. The sun was playing peekaboo with the clouds which explains the blown out exposure.. mama kinzers has a hard enough time keeping the camera still with those shaky hands of hers, telling her how to change the shutter speed would've made her head blow off. I understand your peepers got quite the work out today, and though I'm hesitant to burn your retinas anymore.. I have a parting gift for you. When Morgan came to pose for my fall lookbook, she made a lot of 'pretty faces' 3 of which I recreated for you below.

your turn kids. don't let me down.

[x]m.

merl the conservative jezebel.

2011-04-04T15:51:00.000-07:00

{slouchy jezebel top: thrifted // pants: BDG via urban // shoes: tar-jet // jewelry: vintage, thrifted and self designed // scarf: hacked off the bottom of this skirt}

The alternate title to this post was "merl the slutty nun" but I figured repeating what my mom actually called me was more appropriate. You read correctly kids, my mother called me a jezebel while taking these photos.. because I readjusted the 3XL shirt to show my shoulder a bit more. Before you storm the weed farm with torches made of burning bras, let me assure you she was teasing me. Though this next part sounds like a different story, stick me with me baby birds.. Growing up, all 4 of us kids put in far too many hours working in the fields as flower slaves. Now that we are all grown up and living away from home [ok MOST of us are........] my mother can apparently 'let her hair down.' I would go more in depth about the conversations they have these days while working, but people claim I'm making up the stories. If ONLY kids, if only.

Though a vast majority of the shots these days are outtakes, I can't get too mad since she's loads better than the tripod. Even with the pups photo bombing every session.

[x]m.

psssst: have you kids entered Morgan's giveaway yet???? NO?! shame on you. you can find the full details HERE. And just because I'm ineligible [see: prizes] it doesn't mean I haven't planned the most perfect morgan-esque ensemble complete with props. I suggest you kids put on your thinking caps so as not to be out done by someone not even in the running.

lolz

2011-04-03T15:33:00.000-07:00

It's been a strenuous day of vegging, trying not to nap, and kitty cuddles here on the weed farm. Though I was worried I had nothing to keep me occupied online earlier in the day, that situation was quickly rectified by browsing Lonny Mag, Rue Mag, Coco + Kelly, and of course my go to favorites: Apartment Therapy and Design Sponge. At one point I had 18 tabs open and couldn't see my desktop through all the saved images... how pathetic do I sound when I admit I was overwhelmed? I typically hate Sundays, but hanging ten for hours on end today has left me with oodles of inspiration. My sketch pad is filled and my credit card hurting from online supply shopping.. but I can now promise my S/S lookbook will be incredible.

Though I won't punish you kids by showing the crude drawings, I can share with you these "lolz" worthy images found via one of the above sites.

I had planned on just sharing a couple before I directed you over to the artist's flickr page.. but I couldn't help myself for OD-ing a wee bit. Enjoy the last bit of your weekend kids.. Monday will be here with a bare assed slap before you know it.

[x]m.

worst blogger ever

2011-04-01T16:06:00.000-07:00

I'd like to see a show of hands for the ladies surprised I haven't posted any of my outfits from Tex-ass........... exactly. I already have my speech written for my worst blogger ever award. Except I probably won't show up to the ceremony since my memory is laughable at best, and non existent at worst. However I make up for it with these rare posts where I serve up a triple whammy of TWO outfits along with a healthy dose of sass. It's more important than Vitamin D regardless of what your doctor tells you.

[cotton vneck: AA // striped skirt: thrifted then hacked and tied // boots: vintage-thrifted // delicious cardigan: thrifted & traded with Christina in Tahoe // jewels: self designed obviously]
Confession: I really dislike being in front of the camera. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm an AWKWARD person.. but when someone points a camera at my face, I react like a pre-teen boy with weird faces and uncomfortable poses.

Or default to the standard "flogger" poses: pigeon toed stance, eyes down, hand in hair. [see: first photo] I can't help it. Behind the camera is my comfort zone. Makes sense for a control freak right? The above ensemble is what I wore to the actual conference. I wanted something cute but also very comfortable seeing as how the majority of my day was going to be spent sitting. Though I wish I would've worn some heels to feel less like a short blob next to the other glamazon bloggers, I was also glad to give my poor feet a respite from the blisters I forced them to accrue from wearing cute but painful shoes the day before. Note to self: Don't listen to 5 year old Merl who once told her grandpa "it's better to LOOK good than to FEEL good!" Though the outfit worked for the day, I knew I wouldn't be comfortable in it come the evening festivities, so off to our home away from home to get Frances' stamp of approval on our evening attire. "are those REAL clothes?"

[pink magpie approved shirt: Franchesa's // skirt that has lost its elasticity: AA // bracelets: vintage & thrifted // booties: thrifted in Tahoe]
This outfit was definitely not a favorite. I love the top, but the skirt has been through too many washes and accidental dryings which has resulted in zero elasticity. Seeing as how my body is an actual capital S, i need clothes that skim the curves otherwise I end up looking frumpy and much larger than I actually am. Believe me, with my ass deserving it's own zip code at this point, I don't need any help adding inches from my clothes.

I can't even begin to describe how much fun I had with these previously-in-the-stranger-category ladies. Having not met a single one of them, I was slightly apprehensive about spending 4 days in a vehicle- a place I have a tendency to panic about awkward silences in- with them. Luckily not only did we click instantly, but they were amused and not overly frightened by my road rage. Though formally known as Navajo Nancy, now simply Frances almost got thrown out the window more than once, it was officially a trip I will remember for the rest of my days. I only wish that Amanda didn't live in the real life version of Pleasantville so far away so that we could recreate Merl's sweatshop on a weekly basis ;)

On a seemingly unrelated note.. any ladies live in New Orleans [besides Ms Rachael]? I may be planning a ridiculously last minute trip down there next week.. I would say more details to come, but let's be honest. You won't see a blog post until a week after it happens. You can follow me on the twitter if you need a more constant dose of merl-isms.

[x]m.

and the winner is.......

2011-03-29T10:41:00.001-07:00

Talk about an amazing response! You kids must've pulled out all the stops with your bribes and threats.. there was a whopping 698 votes! There were a few girls neck and neck for awhile there.. but the lady who finished on top was:
Congratulations Tanvi!! You have won a 75$ gift certificate to clyde's rebirth! Please email me at your earliest convenience :) [clydesrebirth [at] gmail.com]

I also want to say a big thank you to all the brave ladies who tried on the harness.. not only did you guys look amazing, but you allowed me to see how the jewelry looked on real people and not just my body form. I'll be emailing you all with a little extra thank you later ;)

Also a quick note to ladies [or gents?] interested in the harness.. I'm actually crafting up a slew of similar designs that will be available next week! Don't worry baby birds, I'll feed you.

[x]m.

who wore it best?

2011-03-21T18:05:00.001-07:00

Following the mantra 'better late than never' I can finally present you kids with the lovely contestants for the first ever clyde's rebirth 'who wore it best' style showdown! To refresh your goldfish memory's, while in Texas for the Style Conference the sponors of were invited to sell their wares pop up shop style at the sleek Bo Concept show room. Since this was my very first time selling my goods in person, I was understandably nervous. To the point of speechlessness. Though I'm sure my travel buddies relished the sudden silence, they were also quick to offer words of encouragement. Thank the cat gods I was setting up on the same table as Lisa and had Amanda there to help me organize the jewels. Ok so she did most of the work while I adjusted my skirt 50 times and tried to speak without shaking. Luckily my nerves had abated by the time the first rush of fashionistas descended upon the venue and I could pimp my shit. Using my [sadly few] business savvy brain cells I concocted a plan to lure in the ladies. By using my newest harness design [which I'm currently wearing.. and stroking.] in combination with a sign offering the chance to win 75$ by merely trying on said jewelry as well as lingering glances and profuse compliments, I got a whopping 20 gals to try it on! I had some variations already photographed on Silvie [my mannequin.. or 'friend' as my father likes to jest] but I was pleasantly surprised by some of the new ways some of the women chose to wear it. Already since arriving home, I've discovered a few more previously undiscovered wears. The possibilities literally are endless! Alright already- enough yapping!

Without further adieu I present the brave style mavens all vying for that 75$ voucher
[in order of appearance]

The trailblazer for this contest is the darling Penney. She decided to rock the chains along her hips since the front of her dress had a lot going on with the collar and open neck.

Next we have the adorable Bailey wearing it in the long 'tribal' necklace variation [which coincidentally is how I also wore it today!]

Her beautiful sister Ashley is wearing the shortened version of the previous incarnation, which is just the main chain wrapped twice around the neck, then attaching the duo of cascading chains.

Confession: when the beautiful Sara said she'd like to try it around her waist, I had mixed feelings. Luckily I know when to keep my big mouth shut, because I'm a loyal believer after seeing it on her!

This lovely lady is actually the store manager! Dillar is wearing the harness on the shoulders [just so happens to be one of my favorite variations] which is both unexpected and sexy.

This color blocking queen is Tanvi also rocking the harness in the longer tribal fashion. This version is the perfect style for someone looking to dip their toes into the body chain phenomenon.

Luckily I had learned my lesson earlier with Sara, so when Kara suggested the belt idea, I was definitely on board. I love how the chains cascade down the ruffles from her shirt to skirt!

Ladies take note: if you are ever interested in perfecting your 'come hither' eyes, look no further than the master- Jess! Homegirl is WORKING those peepers. The off the shoulder look with the harness only intensifies the smolder.

The delightful Laura is wearing the harness in one of it's original variations with a slight twist-both cascading chains are attached in the front, providing the most drama, with the delicate gold providing a subtle interest in the back.

What's that? You haven't met my model friend magically transported from the 70's? Allow me to introduce her sass a frass self.. Miss Amanda played a crucial part in the look of my pop up shop as well as constant support when I was shaking with nerves. She also stood nearby and glared at women who came up with inventive ways to wear the harness. All's far in love and jewelry right?

The incredibly kind Jen was brave enough to rock the full harness with the chains attached in the front and back. Not only did it toughen up her adorable black dress, but highlighted the unique collar!

My sista from another mista [hair not body.. I wish!] Magen was FIERCE with a capital "tyra eat-your-heart-out F" She was lucky there was no way I'd fit into those leather pants or else I'd have ripped them off and run far away. She came up with this unique and sexy variation by looping part of the base chain around her neck [with the other around her little waist and tucked into her pants in the back] and attaching the cascading chains in the front.

After we got the very sweet Sangu's boyfriend out of the way she could concentrate on modeling the shit out of the harness, also worn the traditional way in the front and back. It brought an edgy quality to her simple and chic ensemble.

Rachel, if I'm not mistaken was the style council's half creator Indiana's intern and adorable to boot! Can you believe she's only 15?? I would never have guessed that young after meeting her. She was another creative gal, wearing the harness as a belt around her natural waist, playing with the high rise on the trousers.

Ms Edit herself. When Yen finally approached my table, she wasn't given a choice on how she'd like to wear the harness. I basically spun her around and attached it myself. Though I would've liked this version better had the base chain been under her dress, she wasn't yet drunk enough to let me undress her in front of everyone. Some people and their standards right?

The stupidly beautiful Rachel was also a huge help with the pop up shop by snapping some candids of the set up process and yours truly yapping her mouth. She put a spin on the traditional variation by wearing the simple crossover in the front, and the chains in the back. Just like the saying.. Business in the front, Party in the back.

Ms Sass A Frass! Erin was another fabulous lady I was introduced to in Texas. Her long dangly earrings, instead of posing as a distraction as I might've thought turned out to compliment the harness beautifully with Erin's chic ensemble of pink and black.

I believe my first sentence upon meeting Jessie contained several swearwords, but luckily for me she's as easy going and friendly as she is stupidly beautiful. Color blocking her little heart out, the long tribal variation on the necklace perfectly complimented her eclectic jewelry and outfit.

Jennifer was not only stunningly beautiful, but smart in bringing her man to see just how good she looked in the harness. Take note ladies- once the guys [or gals!] see how good you look in these jewels, they'll be beating down my door to snatch them up!

The power is now in your hands kids.. vote for her YOU think wore it best! Feel free to leave some comments in addition to the the poll voicing your support, but remember to keep it kind. I don't want to have to bust any internet chops.

**poll fixed thanks to Linda's (from Auspicious Life and Everybody Everywhere!!) suggestion to use poll daddy. You can vote as many times as you like for one full week. Poll will close next Monday and I'll announce the winner Tuesday. Good luck kids!
[x]m.

winning 75$ has never been easier

2011-03-12T17:57:00.000-08:00

Guess whose giving away gift certificates again? Just call me captain obvious since it's me! And literally all you have to do is try on a balling piece of jewelry. Yes I am in fact the most generous person on the planet. Feast your eyes on this one of a kind creation:

Swing by the Bo Concept storeroom where yours truly has a pop up shop featuring all my jewelry including the harness pictured above which you have the opportunity to try on in one of it's many variations! Once you are rocking it, I'll snap your photo and post it here where anyone and everyone can vote on who wore it best. The winner will receive a $75 gift certificate to the shop. If you're in Austin, I expect to see your pretty mug here!

[x]m.

grandma chic

2011-03-09T22:35:00.000-08:00

As you read this, I will already be gone.

{sheer shirt: thrifted // striped top: rod-arte for tar-jet // necklace: self designed and available this Saturday! // jeans: BDG via urban // bracelets & scarf: thrifted + vintage // sparkly socks: h&m // wicked tall but surprisingly comfortable wedges: sammy e's ** all photos taken by maw maw kinzers! thanks mom :) }

... On my way to Texas[sssss] that is! In 4 hours we will awake bright eyed and bushy tailed [you haven't lived til you've witnessed first hand the spectacle that is my morning hair] and race each other to the vehicle to begin our journey. Right. Real life scenario: Emily and Lisa have to drag an extremely fussy Merl to the car, pull her princess eye mask back down and shove her into the back seat. Jokes [not really].

As you can see from the above outfit, I'm full on embracing my elderly sexuality. As I turn the ripe old age of 27 this year, I've been doing a bit of reminiscing [as well as the occasional soul searching.. though digging through my sordid past is far more amusing] and it startles me a bit to realize I've come full circle so early in life. Just a few short years ago I was your typical collegiate female serving the girls for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ok, maybe not breakfast.. we all know I'm not a morning person. But now a days, I detest even the slightest hint of mountains de merl. No low cut shirts for this gal. That doesn't mean I'm good year blimping it up [though my winter fat layer begs to differ] but I appreciate a more subdued, secluded approach to dressing. So when I see all the cropped tops making their way around the blogosphere, instead of immediately joining the ranks, I contemplate how I can make this overtly sexual article of clothing 'grandma chic.' It's a 2nd cousin once removed from a man repeller, and while not as currently rabidly popular, it has it's niche audience, which I for one am always in attendance for. So instead of nakedly baring my belly, I tossed on my favorite 3x sheer polka dotted shirt over said navel flaunting garment to entice all the geriatric boys to the yard. The end result is an odd mix of subtle sexy and repeller of the opposite sex. Win, win [#winner]

[x]m.

Ps.. I still have details about Saturday coming up.. don't worry baby birds, I'll feed you.

ps part duh. these are impersonations of myself posing in front of my tripod when rolling solo.

you're welcome.

how now brown cow

2011-03-07T17:03:00.000-08:00

Does anyone have Mother Nature's home number? Because I got an ear full for that broad. I used the twatter today to proclaim my distaste for snow, though I'm not ready for 77 degree temps by any means, which she took to mean I wanted MORE of the freezing white satan froth. As soon as I stepped outside to begin photographing myself [that has such a better ring to it than taking outfit photos, no?] it began to flurry and the temps dropped at least 15 degrees. Teeth gritted and fists literally clenched, I stuck it out and shmized my ample booty off.

As I scrolled through the photos upon warming up enough to use my digits, I had to laugh at myself. Literally point and laugh. I'm so unused to taking photos of myself that I forgot how hysterically awkward I am in front of the camera. I looked constipated in 3/4's of them, and drugged in almost all the rest. And through it all, you see my poor hands loose color from the a deadly combo of freezing temps and cutting off circulation from clenching them in a death grip.

Miraculously I managed to salvage a few snaps that wouldn't send you kids running to the bathroom to keep from pissing yourself. I know, I saw the Whoopi Goldberg commercial too.. I know how close of a call it would've been.

{ribbed black longsleeved shirt: gap // black bodycon skirt: h&m // delicious loose knit bronze cardi: got through a trade with Christina and obviously thrifted // scarf+bracelets+non working watch: vintage & thrifted // brown suede boots: vintage from dear golden // necklace: handmade of course!}

Can you tell it's been awhile? So far I've talked about the weather and uncontrollable bladders. Sooo how bout that local sports team eh? .........................

To answer your unasked query: yes that IS a new style of necklace! And yes it, along with some sassy siblings will be at my pop up shop this coming Saturday at the BoConcept showroom during the Texas Style Council Conference! I've been crafting my abnormally short fingers off to make sure I have enough for the fashionably ravenous crowd. PLUS... I have a surprise up my sleeve. So if you were debating on coming, it's obviously a requirement now. However, I don't want you kids unable to make it feeling left out either.. so I made sure to include you in this surprise. Since I'm a cruel tease, I can't release the details just yet. Mostly because I'm still ironing them out, and since I am NOT Susie Homemaker, household tasks like ironing aren't on my list of skillz. Expect the full kit and kaboodle on Thursday. Most likely. Or Friday. Definitely by Saturday.

[x]m.

you've got mail!

2011-03-04T14:10:00.001-08:00

Hey kids.. I've announced this on twitter & facebook but I wanted to fully saturate my social media outlets with the news of my new email address. To convey your kudos, complaints or virtual high fives email me at:

clydesrebirth [at] gmail.com

Tell your friends, tell your neighbors.. and for gods sake don't forget to tell your cats!

back to [ir]regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

[x]m.

excuse me

2011-02-23T14:45:00.001-08:00

for being absent. and for continuing to be so. you see I spent the weekend moving, protesting, moving, eating way too many carbs washed down by an obscene amount of diet pepsi, more protesting and then finally moving. and now I have simply too much to unpack followed by repacking some of it, and hopping on a plane at the crack of dawn to see a bunch of super funky lady bloggers. I was searching for a cheeky photo of 6 old ladies chilling in a hot tub by some mountains, but all I got was photos of young girls in hot tubs.. showing a lot of cheek. So. Instead you are forced to use your imagination. But please do so without doing the same google search as I. But feel free to use those same brain cells imagining me tanned and rocking a six pack whilst I chug cheap white wine in the hot tub. Trust me, it's better than the pale pudgy alternative that is reality.

[wet kitty kisses & lingering overly enthusiastic bear hugs] m.

want free shit?

2011-02-10T15:35:00.000-08:00

Who doesn't? Hands in the air everyone who has bought a different brand of shampoo than usual solely because of the free travel sized conditioned taped to the back.. and all you kids who buy that third item, just to get one free.. and don't think I'm forgetting you people who spend over $200 just to qualify for the 50$ giftcard. Though technically everything I listed requires a purchase of some kind to receive item, the allure is still there. It's different from entering to win a lottery of sorts, since with the purchase you are guaranteed the extra incentive. But free shit is free shit right?

Now, before you get too excited thinking I'm giving away something.. My topic today is actually "courtesy of" items here in the blogosphere. Easy on the gasps there kids, I know it's a hot button topic. Anyone who has had a conversation with me about this topic knows where I stand, but in the interest of both friendly discussion and some market research, I wanted to pick that fluffy grey matter between your ears on the topic.

I've been contemplating where and how I want to invest some moolah into advertising in blogland. I've done ads in the sidebar of blogs in the past, and though I had a couple good experiences, they were overshadowed by some horrible ones. I'm all for monetizing your blog if that's the right path for you, but as soon as you take money for a service [ie the ad space] you need to act like a responsible business owner when it comes to interactions with your customers [the brands paying for that space]. Even if the frustrating experience hadn't occurred, I don't think I would've kept up with the ads in the long term anyways. There wasn't a great enough return on my money to justify keeping them. There's no one reason for this, but more of a compilation of a few notable ones. My product might not be the ideal niche for that blog.. my ad might not be as appealing as some other ones featured.. it might get lost among the numerous other static spots.. people don't pay attention to the ads.. readers are distracted by the gifted items the blogger is featuring in the post. When considering the options, it seems like the best bet for a brand is the complimentary item given to the blogger in exchange for exposure and in lieu of an ad.

I'm not a good businesswoman. If I was, I could divorce the slightly [not so slightly] negative connotation I associate with 'courtesy of' items from the smart monetary investment they seem to be. When I read Indiana's thoughts on the matter, it not only makes sense to me, but removes some of the angst.. as far as I'm concerned. I'm sure she is not the only blogger with such a sincere and transparent system, but she is the first name I like to reference.

{dress: vintage, hemmed // tights: tar-jet // boots: vintage, NYC // cardi: UO [sisters] // scarf: h&m // necklace & rings: say it with me- self designed! necklace available MEOW, rings coming soon!}
I don't want to step on the soapbox, since it's such a battle to get me off, so instead I will prompt some discussion with a few thought provoking queries.

-Those of you with stores of your own, how do you feel about gifting bloggers items in exchange for exposure? If you've done this instead of the monthly bill, was your experience positive and worthwhile?
-How do you kids as bloggers handle the situation? Do you think it discredits you as an impartial reviewer? Ie do you think you would give a false positive review so as to not lose this clothing cash cow?
-How do you kids as readers react when bloggers begin to accept clothing & accessories and feature them on their blogs?

If you have other thoughts I didn't cover in my probes [heh heh] please don't hesitate to let er rip! Let's just keep this friendly ok? I don't care if you hate Modcloth, or despise bloggers who accept gifts, but keep a civil tongue in your head or I'll sick the wheezy snotty kitty on you [yes it looks adorable.. and it is. But it also sneezes and unfortunately stinks of infection. we're working on it.] I do have a parting gift for you kids.. I know I was sharing the outtakes on the facebook page, but honestly those pages might be joining the dodo soon since I feel stretched a bit thin across the interwebs. So instead, I'm reverting back giving you kids a laugh here.

you're welcome.

[x]m.

hide and WOW

2011-01-25T18:30:00.000-08:00

[oversized polka dot blouse: thrifted, bodycon dress: h&m, tights: tar-jet, steal them over my dead body boots: dear golden offa etsy, necklace: self designed of course! similar styles in the shop right meow]

So remember how I'm putting together a 'how to photograph yourself' guide? [it's still coming, I promise]... Turns out I need some practice before I can not look like a complete asshole writing it. I forgot how much longer it takes. And how frustrated I am that I'm not prophetic. I wish I would've know 3 years ago when I bought my Rebel that I would become a narcissistic fashion blogger who wanted to take photos of herself every day. A remote would come in preeeeetty hand dees days.

So this ensemble? I'm all about the loose chiffon-y layers these days. Not only is easy breezy comfort, but there's something softly sexy about the glimpse of a woman's silhouette through a see through garment. During my college days, I was more about the overt "hey boys, I have BOOBS!" approach to dressing. Now a days, it's rare for me to flash even a hint of cleavage. I have successfully made the transition from Man Getter to Man Repeller. No one is as happy as I am.. besides my mother.
While I'm content to keep the girls out direct sunlight, since I'm a literal 'S' I need to define the curves otherwise I look like a lumpy sack of potatoes [mmmm potatoes..]. Cue sheer XL sheer shirt over old faithful: the bodycon dress. On the left we have the PG version, with the right veering more towards R rated. And all I had to do was lift my arms! I'm pretty sure I'd be an equally lazy stripper. None of that spinning upside down on a pole bidness.. just a pull cord, and BAM the goods are out there. Just kidding mom. I would never be a stripper [not enough daddy issues]. But I like to dream about my stripper names. Which brings me to your homework: I want your most imaginative, most inventive, most ludicrous stripper names. Don't hold back.. I want some doozies!

[x]iona dilldo.

oh HAI.

2011-01-25T17:57:00.000-08:00

who missed me?! c'monnnnn don't be shy let me hear those shouts of jubilation celebrating my triumphant return!

...........I can see you jokers heckling in the back so keep it up.. I'm taking names.

I know what you're gonna ask.. what in the h-e-double hockey sticks have I been up to?? Well.. I'll tell ya. Lots of corporal cuddling. Contemplating various warm weather vacations. Perusing the Philadelphia craigslist for apt openings. Drinking copious amounts of diet pepsi [shocker]. Eating my weight in popcorn smothered with brewers yeast. Dragging myself through a couple emotional breakdowns. Sitting wide eyed and opened eared listening to stories about my parents youth. Crafting my little heart out in my new studio.. aka my parents.

And finally..
Realizing how thankful I am for my present situation.

It took the most recent emotional unraveling to realize it, but since I did.. I could not be more appreciative. Sure there's the obvious like how much money I'm saving shacking up with the 'rents.. but there's also the positives that can't be physically measured. Like how healing it is to be in a place where I feel perfectly at home. And how great it is to hear stories about the hippie shenanigans my parents got into [seriously... a house made of doors?? only mama & popper kinzie] that I can use as blackmail later on in life.
Moral of the story: I'm slowly learning how to be a positive, glass [o wine] half full.. though I prefer sloshing over the side full personally. I can't guarantee it will last.. so soak it up while you can.

It feels good to be back. Thanks for keeping my seat warm kids.

[x]m.

[photos by Kim in philly// boots: vintage nine west offa etsy, pants: BDG offa urban, belt: vintage, striped shirt: rod-arte for tar-jet, sleeveless cardi: h&m?, scarf: h&m, necklace: self designed of course! similar styles coming soooooon.]

when it rains, it pours.

2010-12-26T21:08:00.001-08:00

Those who've been aboard the bumpy ride known as my blog know that from time to time the posts slow to nothing, and nary a peep is heard from me for days on end. Then all of a sudden, I spring back on the blogging pony and bombard you with wit, anger and sometimes pictures of me wearing clothes. But before long.. the tumbleweeds start a blowin' and you wonder if my cats have started to gnaw on my lifeless body. First of all, those furballs I call family are the pickiest damn carnivores you ever did meet so rest assured they will not disfigure this mug when I've fallen and snuffed myself. Morbid banter aside, I do feel I owe an explanation for this continued absence, since I have no intentions of posting before New Years and have only speculations after that.

To be quiet blunt, it's been a rough year. I've told myself time and time again that I can fall apart after the holidays, aka my most lucrative [besides V-day] time of the year. However, life had other plans, and fall apart I did... multiple times. Each time it was harder to stop the waterworks, gather my resolve and continue on. It got to the point where I caught myself staring at nothing for minutes on end, my brain momentarily shutting down from too much stress, anxiety and sadness. I wasn't Merl anymore. There were flashes here and there... but I felt like a poor imitation of the lady I've grown to respect. Sure I hate her guts sometimes, but she's got a kind heart under all that sarcasm and anger. Everyone still understand I'm talking about myself?

When it rains, it pours. And crazy cat ladies hate getting wet as much as their feline companions, which means I'm staying indoors for awhile. Currently I am allowing my body and soul to recuperate at my parents farm, joined of course by Clyde and Mo as well as a slew of other animals sure to mend my sad soul in record time. I'm still alive on twitter, but my presence both on my blog and in the comments of others will be scarce until I'm back in fighting form. I'm sure you kids understand, but I still wanted to explain myself.

I look forward to 2011 as a fresh start. It doesn't mean forgetting or ignoring the problems and issues 2010 has wrought as I've done in the past, but boldly dealing with them as they happen, thus eliminating their deadly potential to fester. I look forward to surrounding myself with quality people who bring out only the best in myself, allowing me ample opportunities to reciprocate. I look forward to building confidence in my businesses. I look forward to being happy again.

Now if you'll excuse me.. there's a couple cats I need to cuddle with. See you kids in 2011.

[x]m.

fashion gives back

2010-12-21T12:28:00.000-08:00

[awesome graphic done by Lisa]

It should come as no surprise to you kids that I'm late in getting my post up for this incredible idea Alyson had. She contacted us last week after having her generous epiphany and asked if we'd be interested in donating or volunteering for a charity that we care deeply about, and try to inspire other kids to do the same this holiday season. I know it's easy to get caught up in the materialism of gifts and wants versus needs, but it's nice to take a step back and think of all those less fortunate. That's what I think the holidays are really about anyways.. being thankful for the good in your life, and sometimes even the bad [makes you appreciate the good] and not taking family, friends, good health and happiness for granted. These past couple months have really brought that fact to the forefront of my life. I think I'd just be a puddle of soggy clothes if I didn't have amazing friends and family to turn my frown upside down. They help me realize that I have a lot of positive things to be thankful for, while understanding why it's hard for me to focus on them as well. Let's not forget my furry feline friends. Though they still squeak and whine when I hug them too tightly, their presence has been crucial to my sanity. I can't imagine life without either Clyde nor Mo and for that reason I decided to donate to two shelters here in Madison. Though technically I got Clyde at the Humane Society in Dubuque, Iowa, I chose to stick close to home and donate to the Madison organization. I plan on becoming a Constant Companion in the future, I decided to donate in honor of a pet, namely my dog Whip who was run over this fall. She was a pure bread American Eskimo and the fattest, fluffiest dog who never stopped barking. She drove us nuts at times, but she had a heart of gold and had become my mom's little white shadow since I left for college. It was a horrible accident and my mom and I still miss her. Since Clyde would get fussy if I didn't also acknowledge the cats at the center, I also made a donation to the Feline Friends Fund which helps "support cat adoption programs, spay and neuter surgeries to help reduce chronic overpopulation, as well as outreach and educational efforts to make our community a safer, kinder place for cats."

The most recent addition to my little family is Molo, though it has really become Momo. I adopted her from Angel's Wish which is an adoption agency located in Verona, WI. The name has quite the backstory: "Lois Lawrence, a founding member of Angel's Wish, once rescued a kitten from a construction site. Weak with starvation, dehydration, and a severe upper respiratory infection, neither veterinary treatment nor Lois’ love and care could save the kitten from the effects of that hot June day. Angel died that night in Lois' arms. We believe that Angel's Wish would have been that no other animal be subjected to pain, suffering, abandonment or neglect." Brings tears to your eyes right? Their system is unique as they utilize a foster program, meaning no animals are kept in cages at the building, but instead live in loving temporary homes which not only means a better life for the animal, but the people taking care of the animals until they are adopted can also get a better understanding of the animal's personality, which helps match them to the perfect new owner. I chose to Sponsor a Pet as well as hopefully volunteering in the new year. I found this little lady on the first page, and after reading her bio I was sold. I know everyone goes nuts over baby animals, but my heart really goes out to the older animals needing new homes. I understand the benefits of both, but when I live somewhere that allows dogs I plan on adopting an older mutt. Unfortunately it's easier for kittens to get used to older cats and vice versa so I won't be springing an elderly feline on my current cats anytime soon.

I'd be lying if I didn't cry throughout writing this post. I wish I could adopt every single animal that needs a home, but I'm glad I can still help them out in the form of donations and volunteering. Here's the rest of the ladies that Alyson contacted as well as their charities:

Paige of Barefoot & Vintage gave to Casa Pacifica

Indiana of Adored Austin gave to Music for the City

Nickie of Wild As A Mink gave to Barc Shelter.

Lisa of Archives gave to Dire Straights Animal Companion Rescue

Grace of Money Smart Fashion gave to Last Chance Animal Rescue, Inc.

Robyn of Twitch Vintage gave to All Children's Hospital Pediatric Research

And the generous creative mind behind this idea:
Alyson of Alyson Is Neat gave to Invisible Children[specifically this brave woman]

Take a moment this season and give back to someone who needs it. Not only will you win great karma points but the feeling helping someone [or some furry thing!] will last you a lifetime.

karma is a bitch.

2010-12-13T18:53:00.001-08:00

[ya it's a lil blurry.. blame the M]

[black dress: supre [from Australia], tights: tar-jet, heels: cynthia rowley via marshalls, belt, jewelry, purse: thrifted/vintage, hair feather: plume your hair]

Unfortunately, I don't have pretty words to go with the pretty pictures. If you follow me on the twatter, or are fortunate enough [ha] to be my facebook friend, you will know we've been dealing with some real asshole upstairs neighbors for a few months now. Between their dog going psycho running around, and them literally STOMPING in retaliation to repeated request to quiet down, I think they win hands down for biggest jerks. Need more proof? They woke me up at 7:15 am one morning, letting the dog go nuts and when I text them [they gave their number to the landlord so that we could alert them when the sound was loud] saying it was still quiet hours and could they please either take the dog outside or stop it from running around they said "it says in our lease that we can have a dog. you should have thought of that before you moved in. either move out or DEAL with it." DEAL WITH IT???!! So tonite, when I got home and heard the canine and it's owners making a ruckus, I called the cops. My hands were shaking, both from anger and nervousness, but afterwards I felt like I did the right thing. The police officer was very friendly, and came to chat with me first to get the back story. He then went upstairs, talked with the neighbors who assured him they were doing everything possible to keep quiet, and then relayed the chat to me afterwards. Approximately 10 minutes after he left, one of the satan spawns upstairs proceeded to stomp all the way from the front door, to both sides of the living area and back again. I text them saying we were recording them so keep it up. They told me to stop contacting them, and instead talk to the landlord. Probably shouldn't have offered up your number then fucker. A few minutes later, while I was composing an email to my parents asking for advice, they started stomping around again and I burst into tears. I don't like crying.. for one, I turn into a bloated ruddy mess with a headache. It also doesn't really solve much [I even tried getting out of a speeding ticket using the good old eye water. No, it did not work] and just makes other parties either more angry, or more frustrated. But I can't help it.. I'm at my wits end. I work half the the time from home, not to mention I'd like to enjoy where I live, but these assholes have succeeded in making both activities practically miserable. In our lease it states that if we terminate it early, we have to pay a 450$ fee as well as half a months rent, or the advertising fees whichever is higher until a new subleaser is found. I'm seeking legal help through family to see if we can get some or all the fees eliminated since we are moving due to a tenant noise issue. So far, the tenant resource center didn't seem too confident in my ability to do so, but I'm clinging to straws here.

So I'm turning to you, my dear blog friends. Has anyone else been through this type of situation, ie moving out before your lease is up due to an obnoxious neighbor?? I'd really appreciate any advice you kids can dole out. I have documented everything possible besides the actual noise [our camera video cameras apparently can't capture it] and am totally willing to lose it in front of any official parties necessary to prove it's affecting my sanity.

karma is a bitch and I can't wait til the upstairs tenants meet her in a dark alley.

[x]m.

no, YOU'RE a vlog!

2010-12-11T14:01:00.000-08:00

Personally.. I think vlog sounds kind of dirty. Not necessarily perverted, but just gross. Like something your cat coughs up on your freshly steam cleaned carpets. I get the concept, I just wish whoever thought these things up thought of us crazy cat ladies before coining a term. It's not too much to ask, right? I mean I get why the sun can't actually rise and set on my ass.. It took a strong argument on Mother N's side and some arm twisting [she's got some tree trunk arms lemme tell you..ba dum chzz], but I relented. However, vlog is something I really can't get behind. So unlike the lazy Australians who abbreviate every word possible [straight out of an Aussie's mouth] I'm going to use the full term: video tutorial. And since it's almost 13 minutes long, I'm going to get right to it.

What do you kids think?? Besides the fact that I have a strangely high voice, and an attention span of a goldfish.. anything constructive? I didn't really have a script or real plan before I started recorded [captain obvious alert] because I wanted it to be au natural and not fake. However, if there's a next time, I think I'll at least have an outline in sequential order.. or not, I like to fly by the seat of my pants. Which is a strange term when you start to mentally dissect it. Beside the point. Like I stated in the video, I found the company [plume your hair] from Kim's good friend, Christine of My Style Pill. I've stalked her blog for almost a year now, which made me feel a bit weird when I got an email from her [not related to this video, or the company] saying she found me via Kim and Morgan. It's similar to how you meet someone in person after Facebook stalking them, and can finish their stories based on the photos. Not creepy at all. Though as bloggers we kind of set ourselves up for that.. sharing our ensembles, day occurrences and pet/child photos. At least it makes for good conversation when we finally meet in person. I prefer to think of it as endearing rather than creepy.. makes me seem harmless. mwahahaha.....

[x]m.

ps.. I'm sorry for the beyond crap quality of the video... Since I'm a web behind the ears video blogger, I don't really know what I'm doing. If it doesn't improve, I may try switching to a different service, like Vimeo or something.. keep me posted kids!

Merl's [narcassistic] guide to photographing yourself.

2010-12-10T11:19:00.001-08:00

You kids spoke, and I listened. I'm currently in the process of compiling a guide filled with tips and tricks as well as examples and of course- a heady dose of Merl sarcasm. Thus far, I've included camera settings, tripod and camera positions, my number one secret about lines, taking photos inside AND using a point & shoot camera. I've tried to include something for everyone, but at the same time.. really everything included can be applied to your method of photographing yourself. However, I do want to make sure I don't forget any of you narcissistic ninneys out there.. so feel free to speak up and let me know what you need included and I'll do my best to oblige. Also, just as a heads up: since this guide has taken a lot of work and also includes some secret tips I've discovered myself, it's going to cost ya. Luckily I still have a soul and will only charge 10$ for a high res pdf download. Please keep your whining to a minimum.. pack your lunch two days a week, root around in your couch cushions, and empty out your piggy jars, I promise you can scrounge up ten smackeroos. And if I find out that you're giving away free copies to your friends.. I will find out and deal with you accordingly. Clyde may not have his front claws anymore, but Mo does. You've been warned. *When the guide is done, I'll provide a couple sneak peeks to give you an idea of the format. * It is the holiday season after all, and due to copyright issues, I can't be the Grinch around this time.

I'm hoping to have it done by Monday so please get your suggestions and pleas in soon if I've left out a vital part of the self photographing process.

Have a fan-fucking-tabulous weekend kids. You earned it.

[x]m.

merl the shmizing icicle

2010-12-06T10:40:00.000-08:00

Holy shit.. it's winter. Besides being captain obvious, I'm also a living icicle. I have pretty poor circulation, so my hands and feet are in constant state of numbness brought on by old man winter. Thanks once again to my parents for the grab bag of stellar genetics. [kidding, love you guys!] Despite being aware of my icy ~~heart~~ hands and feet are from late October to early March, we decided to tromp up a parking ramp for my outfit photos. Though the tights, comfy booties and dress lay well within the Merl approved comfort zone, the velvet button up is a toe out of the box. It was my mom's, so not only does it hold nostalgic value, but the deep burgundy highlights my hair and scarily pale complexion. Seriously, I went out with some friends Saturday night for a going away party, and apparently my day walker status has been revoked. I'm pretty sure I reflect light at this point.

Not to sound like a photo snob or anything.. but I've been seeing a fair number of bloggers getting frustrated when they venture off the auto mode on their camera. The biggest issue I can see is focus.. Call me a yatch, but it bugs the crap out of me to see out of focus photos. Though the M takes most of my photos these days [not only have I gotten lazy.. but it's too fucking cold now to be running back and forth setting the timer and checking the photos. Big tip o the hat to the ladies still doing that when the temps drop below freezing!!] I was in the drivers seat for approximately the first half of this year. I was thinking of composing a little post about my tips and tricks for achieving quality photos when you are both the photographer and the subject. Now the question becomes.. how many of you kids would be interested in something like dees? I need a virtual show of hands to make sure I wouldn't be wasting my time.

[dress: old h&m, tights and booties: tar-jet, velvet button up: mommy dearest, belt: vintage/thrifted, jewelry: vintage/thrifted/etsy, purse: available, coat: DKNY via marshalls, sunnies: betsy j via marshalls]

Lastly, I got a new backdrop and devised a new lighting system. The preview shots of the new stock [sickeningly cute sweaters, a velvet dress or two, booties for daays, and an eclectic array of house chotchkies] will be up on the mo vintage facebook page in a few.. and it would tickle my cold dry heart if you kids could let me know what you think. I'm kind of in love with them, so if you are a hater.. say so in a nice manner, or I'll break your face with sticks and stones.

[x]m.

where a kid can be a kid.

2010-12-02T09:00:00.000-08:00

I'm a stellar ladyfriend, but not the greatest blogger. I know you kids have been holding your breath waiting anxiously for the M's birthday part-a photos, and I didn't mean to hold out on you this long.. I just think blue is a lovely color on you.

As you may or may have not guessed from the title, I planned a surprise celebration at the one and only, Chucky E Cheese. I thought, what better place to really drive home the fact that he is now an old man [A silver fox if you will.... though not a silver back like my mom mistakenly joked. Insert shudder here.] than at a cheesy, pun intended, kid's playland. And when you don't think about all the gross snotty little kids wiping their germs all over the games, you can instead concentrate on having a blast. There was some definite competiveness going on, but with 3 couples are you really surprised? Since it was his birthday, I let the M win at the basketball games.. and the racing games.. and anything else we played. I'm such a good sport right?

[outfits for those rabidly curious: on moi: dress,: thrifted, tights: tar-jet, belt: vintage/thrifted, bracelets: misc, shoes: sammy e, scarf: old H&M. on the M: sweater, belt, slacks: banana republic, watch: swiss army, shoes.. who knows.]

Apologies for the photo heavy post.. there were just too many picture perfect moments taking place not to share a snippet of them. I should've got some snaps of the loot that we got from all the tickets won.. but I was too busy leaving my camera on the counter. Luckily, the manager was a sweetheart and ran it out to us before I drove off. Responsible is not in my vocabulary.

[x]m.

there's no place like home.

2010-11-23T21:48:00.001-08:00

I'm currently sitting at the M's desk in what used to be our living area. I said 'used to' because right now it's home to the bed from the guest bedroom as well as the dresser, desk and side table from said room. I had 5 clementine orange peels sitting to my right, and the only reason there aren't 12 sitting there is because I threw the other rinds away already. I digress. But seriously those things are ADDICTIVE. I give myself stomach rot every.single.time. Back to the point. Our disheveled room. The reason behind the random furniture creating a kitty maze through our living area is that we are steam cleaning our carpets before leaving for turkey break. If you've taken a looksee through the past couple apartment tours I've shown on the blog, you would know I'm not a 'neat' nor 'clean' decorator. The latter mostly because I never dust. It may seem like there's no real method to my madness, but rest assured my little chickadees.. there is. So much so that I can drive myself literally nuts with rearranging a tiny vignette until every corner is approved. Ask the M.. he's hid through many a Merl decorating spat. The point I'm getting to.. is that right now, with our apartment serving triple duty as an office, tv space, guest bedroom and cat corner.. it's strangely comforting. There was definitely no rhyme or reason to the M shoving things in corners to free the carpeted bedrooms.. but yet there is. Tiny trinkets chilling in a new position by the bookshelf. A mirror propped up against the wall reflecting light and it's subjects in a new and interesting angle. Heck even the silver metal vases from our bedroom look unassuming and comfortable on the side table by the couch. What I'm getting at.. is that it seems natural. Un-staged. Literally. And then it hit me.. It feels like my parents house.

Before I get you kids thinking my parents are crazy people with beds in living rooms and couches in kitchens.. Let me explain. Yes they have a bed in one of the living rooms. And yes there is a couch off the kitchen in the porch turned interior addition. Ok that explaining aside, to describe their abode, let me use a quote from a friend who was with me when I stopped at home a few years ago ... "Merl... I could get trapped in your parent's place and not get bored for at least 3 days." And you know what? It made me strangely proud. Because, to be honest, my decorating style descends directly from them. It's an eclectic fun house where you can find anything from a Japanese fan hanging on the wall from my mom's visit when she was young to a cow skull chilling on the dining room table courtesy of my Pop. Yes there are rooms in my parents house that need to be cleaned.. out. But over all.. you get a sense of comfort. You aren't afraid to sit down, you're only burdened by the choices. Do I sit on the small couch near the kitchen and chat with my mom? Or do I block the tv in the small living room while my dad clears his throat at me? Or do I retreat all the way to the great room and curl up on the overstuffed arm chair to re-read a book from my teenage years? There's a reason I call the farm 'the uterus' and for once it's not just to be gross. When I'm home.. I feel warm and comfortable and loved. My phone doesn't work, I hide from the computer and I retreat from the world.

Though I was just home a few weeks ago.. I'm already chomping on the bit to hit the road tomorrow. There will be too many animals, family in every room, enough clementines to turn my skin orange, and the same comfy sweatpants for 4 days.

There really is no place like home.

[x]m.

child of the 80s

2010-11-23T10:18:00.000-08:00

It's no secret that I was a magpie in my past life. [...or that I spoil the hell out of my cats so that in my next I am reincarnated as a privileged {pent}house feline. ] I am forcefully drawn to anything bright, shiny or sparkly. I see a rhinestone necklace, I start breathing fast. I see a shiny gold statue at the thrift store, I start to pant. I see a pair of black sequin Oscar de la Renta trousers, I hyperventilate. That's right kids, no more wishing to be an Oscar for this gal, not after last week. It was like they were singing my name.. in a beautiful 3 part harmonizing chant with bell percussion. It was also apparently kooky old lady day at the thrift store that day, and one of them first gasped in awe of my new found prize, and then proceeded to try in vain to show me their coordinating top. Spoiler alert: there was not a coordinating OdlR top. I would've shit my pants had there been. In fact, I think the store would've actually have combusted. In any case, she was very sweet and almost congratulatory about my find, which inspired me to [try and] be kind to a youngster when I'm 50+ and still out adding to my treasure trove aka the pit of despair.

Though I don't have photos of me wearing said 'win of the century' drool worthy duds, I do have snaps of it's brotha from anotha motha. Or maybe the special out of town cousin.. In any case, this blouse is pure 80's and seeing as how I was shoved out of my mother's vaginal canal during that decade, it seemed fitting that I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Or a magpie to sharp shiny pieces of plastic sewn onto a gauzy shirt.

[this is my kim pose.. except my hair isn't glorious and my skin not porcelain. but you see the resemblance right??]

[thrifted 80's top, belt is scrap material, scarf from h&m, tights from trusty tar-jet, boots are vintage from beacons in the apple, black skirt to cover my whooohaaa from h&m and purse is vintage]

I mean really.. wtf are those things?? They look like confetti.. that were then added to caviar beads and sewn onto the front of the shirt. And I love every inch of it. Merl Magpie Kinzie.

[x]m.

[pssssssssst. outtakes on the facebook page. last time I remind you kids]

remixin' vintage style

2010-11-22T12:09:00.000-08:00

My hat is off to all you kids doing Kendi's 30x30 Remix. I had contemplated doing a Merl version where I simply get dressed for 30 days. It sounds slightly pathetic, but to tell you the truth-it would be a bit of a challenge. When I'm in my apartment, I'm in comfy clothes that then double as pj's. Though I have gotten better about getting out of the apartment because I now have an internet connection at my office[!] Now most days I'm in cozied up in my studio working away instead of making trips back and forth. I miss the kitties when I'm gone all day, but I'm more productive there without their adorable distractions.

While I was at 'the workshop' last week, I was taking stock of what is still in the shop, and what has been sold or was getting sent out. I have a slew of glitzy party dresses coming this week in time for the holidays, but the goods available now shouldn't be forgotten. So in honor of all you remixing ravens [I bet you wondered how I was going to tie that intro in..] I thought I would create some outfits using items currently available, with one cardigan tossed in that's fresh. Please excuse the crappy iphizzle photos.. those are just for an actual outfit reference. And I left my design skills in last week, so also excuse the pixelated numerals. Just pay attention to the ensembles themselves ok?

Outfit number 1:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: here}

I've shown you a casual way to wear this dress.. So I thought I'd go in the other direction with this one. Finish this look off with some super long [I'm talking bicep length] warm gloves and you got yourself a fancy dinner date! Actual human counterpart not included.

Outfit number 2:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: here}

If this cozy and chic shrunken sweater fit over the girls.. I'd be keeping it. It's a ridiculously versatile layering piece and it's warm cream shade goes with everything. It even works to make a southwestern style skirt seem fit for city life.

Outfit number 3:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: here}

And the remixing begins! For those of you with goldfish ancestors, I've used the skirt from the first outfit, and the sweater from the second to create a comfy business look, complete with bling. Note: business socks are not included.

Outfit number 4:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: coming soon!!}

I know this snazzy necklace was in the fall lookbook.. and many of you lusted over it. And I've been a cruel mistress holding out on you. I'm happy to report it will be in the shop later this week! While you are waiting, you can admire the gorgeous navajo print poncho dress and delicious purple velvety maxi skirt, which work surprisingly well together. I've seen Beth of B.Jones play with these proportions and while I'm still trying to find a streamlined top to skim the bottom of my "s", I love the look. Especially with a tiny belt secured around the empire area, and some heels.. your legs will look absurdly long.

Outfit number 5:

{links= 1: here, 2: sold, 3: scarf available on request}

I'd like to introduce you to the powerhouse. The workhorse. The wingman. The go to. Get the idea? It's a major staple that you should be ashamed not to have in your wardrobe. I'm talking of course about the nude button up dress featured above, and in a few of the subsequent ensembles. I know it's not always exhilarating to buy a basic item over a sparkly number, but what do you find yourself reaching for when you need to get ready in -.2 seconds? The old faithful base that you can toss anything on top of and look great. Some may also scoff that the flimsy nature of this dress make it a warm weather counterpart, not fit for winter weather. However, I claim the opposite. I believe it makes a perfect dress to pair with thick cable tights, knee high boots and a deliciously warm cardigan and oversized scarf combo. It keeps your important parts covered, but is thin enough to not cause heatstroke once inside. Really.. the only downside of the above outfit is that the leopard shawl turned scarf is spoken for, and really I must give credit where credit is due because the new owner [Kim of eat.sleep.wear] was the real genius behind the transformation. She had inquired if it could be worn that way, and once discovering that yes.. it could and it was possibly even more disgustingly adorable, I had to glance at my bank account to convince me to still sell it.

Outfit number 6:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: here}

If I worked in an office where cat hair pajamas were not allowed.. this is something I would toss together for a typical workday. Typically, I adhere to a very strict tucked policy when it comes to my shirts, unless they are oversized. I'm going to be in big trouble with the high waisted skirt goes out of style. However, not only will I ignore the dying trend and continue to rock it anyways, but I will always have my friend the peplum to turn to. [worn this summer.. Joan Holloway eat yer heart out.] Which brings me back to this outfit.. by belting the button down at the natural waist, it's creating a flair at the bottom of the shirt, mimicking the flattering look of a peplum. I know I said I hate when people explain what they did with an outfit, when it's obvious to all onlookers what they did, I have to say I love a fully buttoned.. uh button up with some rolled up sleeves. Specially if you have a killer tattoo going like Mel.

Outfit number 7:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: available on request}

I have a confession.. I've become a bit obsessed with tying long scarves into a large floppy bow at the neck. I was first introduced from stalking Dear Golden's etsy shop where she made it look so easy and chic. I've been on a mad hunt for the perfect silky numbers to try out this look on myself. Of course I had forgotten about the beautiful grey blue lady with oriental images at the ends hidden in my studio. Rest assured it will be popping up again in a later outfit. Besides that.. I think the look is pretty self explanatory. Yes it looks a little weird with the empty sleeves peeking out of the cape arm holes, but just imagine your own elegant appendages instead.

Outfit number 8:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: sold}

This is my pick for a great day to night look. Paired with some boots and a cross body bag for work, and once the clock hits closing time, it's onto the sassy heels and clutch. The soft stretch of the dress lends itself nicely to sitting for long periods, and the glitter adds the drama factor in the evening. Plus the corduroy blazer is both comfy and classy. You know when a piece of clothing has the 2 C's it's a guaranteed winner.

Outfit number 9:

{links= 1: here, 2: here, 3: available on request}

This ensemble has such a 30's feel to me.. however to complete the look, I'd add a sassy tulip skirt in a pale tone under the dress to add some volume on the bottom. And some kicky high heeled Mary Janes. And this bag.. because if rich maroon and leopard print are wrong, I don't want to be right.

Outfit number 10:

{links= 1: coming soon!, 2: here, 3: available on request}

Have I mentioned I really like the bow tie scarf idea? Lucky for you this is the last outfit so you won't be subjected to anymore attempts. This ensemble kind of reminds me of a very chic version of a Hogwarts student.. specifically a member of Gryffindor. [I may or may not have just seen the latest Harry Potter..] This magical fashionista is obviously up on the trends with her rich amethyst maxi skirt and silk bowtie, but keeps her loyalties present with a deep red varsity sweater. A non fictional person can keep the chic school girl vibe going with with this backpack or funk it up for a day of errand running with this one.

In total... I created these 10 outfits with 12 pieces, plus 5 accessories [scarves and jewelry]. And to be honest.. I had about 5 more, but this post was getting long enough already, and I've got to have something else to share on my respective facebook pages for both shops right? I know some of you are on shopping bans for the month of November.. but holiday shopping doesn't count right? Especially if it's for yourself.

the big 3-0

2010-11-18T08:37:00.000-08:00

See.. I've always wanted to date a silver fox.. and now that the M is finally an old man, my wish has come true. I even counted his grey hairs this morning.. 3 more sprouted overnight! I guess 30 really is a milestone eh..

I'm sure he would appreciate some over the top happy birthday's from you kids.. so do your best to embarrass him, k? Thanks, y'all are dolls.

[x]m.

diva child

2010-11-16T08:48:00.000-08:00

funny story about little Merl growing up.. I lived in dresses and skirts til the age of approximately 4. Don't believe me? I have proof:

In the winter, my mom could convince me to wear pants under my skirts and dresses, but not in lieu of. So yes, those are snowpants under my dress on the right. And yes I'm obviously pouting.

I guess you could say I was a bit of a princess growing up. I could've given Beyonce a run for her money. Diva says what?

My mom used to joke that she hoped I married a prince because no one but a queen could demand the kind of service I did and get away with it. I had a great system for awhile there.. Mom and Pop were kind enough to squirt out another bebe 3 years after me, and just like that-I had a little helper. I'm talking of course about my little sister Kate. It was marvelous! She'd fetch me water, kittens.. blankets. You name it.. well actually I named it, or simply pointed and off she went. That time went all too quickly and before I knew it, she had a mind of her own that accompanied a sassy mouth that worked in unison to instruct me to get my crap myself. Le sigh.

I'm happy to report that though I lost my loyal servant [love you Katrine!] early on.. I haven't let my Princess Merl tendencies slip. Why just 2 weeks ago while I was home visiting the 'rents on the homestead [lovingly nicknamed the weed farm] I was sitting at my mom's computer desk off the kitchen and asked her if she had seen my glass of water. After a glance around the kitchen, she confirmed my suspicions that it was residing on the counter, a mere 2 feet from her. I asked, quite politely mind you, if she could hand it to me. Her subsequent cackle was a bit much if you ask me. Needless to say she didn't get it for me. Thank god the M still finds me cute enough that he'll grab me a glass of water. AND fetch me socks. AND put them on for me. I cringe to think of the days when the honeymoon is over. I need to start training Clyde.

[x]m.

ps.. just in case you think little miss Diva was 'too good' to be a crazy cat lady when she was little:

attention voyeurs

2010-11-14T16:26:00.000-08:00

Since you all enjoyed the last apartment tour featuring our guest bedroom, I thought I'd give you a sneak peek of some other bits. [To be exact: our entry way table, a couple kitchen counters, our 'dining room table', fireplace vignette, and lastly the master bedroom.] The Sunday doldrums have got me in a choke hold, so I'll keep the chatter to a minimum, and instead satisfy your inner voyeur with pictures of our humble abode.

[entry way. just in case people hadn't heard we were cat people.. we have warning signs.]

[ignore the dust. we had to let the maid go..she drank all my diet pepsi]

No I did not feel creepy taking a picture of the reflection of my cat cleaning herself. I did feel a little weird copying the code to put it up here. Every time I daydream about coming back as a spoiled house cat in my next life.. I have to remember I'd be cleaning my own ass with my tongue. It might be worth it to watch my human scoop out all my shit though..

Stay tuned for heaps of goodies heading into the shop tomorrow [Monday]. To get a preview, check out the mo vintage facebook page.

[x]m.

opera night duds.

2010-11-11T00:32:00.000-08:00

This was the [obviously] the winning outfit in the 'what will Merl wear to the opera' wardrobe challenge. The runners up were a red velvet dress with puffy sleeves and a black and white maxi dress with a slight train. The scarlet number was a bit too outspoken, and the b&w was apparently readying itself for a flood. Neither were suitable to rub shoulders with the Madison elite. I'm a sucker for chic simplicity, so black tights [my favorite tar-jet ones that stretch up to THERE] black velvet heels, and a black lace vintage dress topped with my favorite new style of necklace [1 available in the shop.. and more versions coming soon!] left me comfortable and confident. Yes this ensemble resides well within my comfort zone, but where's the harm? As long as I don't start leaving the house in my cat hair pajamas, I think I'm alright.

2 posts in a row. Thanks for keeping my seat warm on the wagon kids.

[x]m.

comfort zone.

2010-11-10T09:44:00.000-08:00

A lot of style bloggers wax poetic about how starting their fashion blog has helped them step out of their comfort zones, and try new trends or styles. However, in my case I think documenting my outfits has helped cement my go to attire. I'm talking about my out of the apartment comfort zone, not the IN the apartment. The CZ [comfort zone.. c'mon kids keep up] when no one will see me is cat hair pajamas, no makeup, and a 95% chance I haven't washed my hair in a few days. When I do leave the apartment.. I still don't wash my hair, but I do put my face on, and try to find reasonably clean clothing with minimal hairballs. Occasionally I'll step out of the padded, lovingly worn comfort box, and try something new.. but 9 times out of 10 I end up hating it. It usually comes down to an awkward feeling because the clothing I've picked out doesn't flatter the bod. I know what looks good on this walking S, and when I look good, I feel good, and that makes me look- even better. It's a pretty great formula right? So then why do I deviate? Boredom and jealousy. More of the latter and less of the former. When I see a new trend or style look amazing on some women, usually a different body type than I, the green eyed monster hops on my back like I'm a pony and rides me til I acquiesce to his unrelenting demands that I too jump aboard that trend wagon. More often than not, the look fails horrifically and I end up looking like I tried waaaay too hard. Other times I manage to pull it off and receive admiring look after admiring look. Sure it may seem like those women are glaring at me, but I can see another 'pony' from a mile away.

To summarize [coincidentally that's exactly how I started almost every conclusion for every paper I've ever written.] I have a well worn comfort zone, but like all women, I occasionally stray from time to time. However due to hilarious and typically unflattering attempts at other styles, I always return. Why is the topic of comfort zones apparently the only thing I can blog about today? Because I've decided that this dress [currently available.. ahem ahem] can come off a little intimidating to some ladies. So I created a casual outfit around it, that I then wore to run errands which included a stop at the mall. You know how you can immediately tell when someone is uncomfortable in what they are wearing, usually because they are trying too hard to pull off a style that just isn't them? It's like I practically had a sign above me that read 'I'm desperately uncomfortable but am trying not to show it, since you fellow vultures will tear me apart the moment I show weakness.' It started off well enough.. I practically gave myself a cramp from patting myself on the back. "Look at those girls" I said to myself. "They are like little clones of each other, everyone wearing leggings and a shirt too short to be deemed a dress, with slouchy boots and a scarf. I could pull that look together in my SLEEP!" Then I caught my reflection in the mirror.. and I pondered how hard it would be to knock one of them over the head, and steal their outfit. It wasn't that I looked horrible.. I just looked uncomfortable and that is a deal breaker for me. I don't care how slammin' your ensemble is, if you look like you are in actual pain, you just look like a fool.

When I got home from the mall.. I put on the olive brown jacket you see in the photos. Instant outfit outlook turnaround. I was suddenly comfortable and confident. Amazing huh? The jacket isn't even technicolor, but my money would be on mine over Joseph's in a catwalk showdown any day.

{vintage glitter maxi dress: borrowed from the shop, diamond print tights: marshalls, vintage grey cowgirl boots: beacons closet in NYC, grey hooded shirt: oooold f21, olive green jacket: vintage/thrifted, sunnies: no idea, necklace: new style coming soon!}

Moral of the story.. an outfit pulled from the comfort zone will always be a hit. But sometimes you need to stray from the known, and fail horribly, to be able to really appreciate the go-to's.

[x]m.

ps.. the dress is amazing.. I just don't do it justice. so you can still buy it. annnytime you want. like right now. or right now... oooor... just go buy it already.

Fiiiiiiiigaroooo.

2010-11-05T11:08:00.000-07:00

When I was first invited to attend 'The Marriage of Figaro' for Blogger Night at the Madison Opera [thanks to Morgan's longtime friend Brian Hinrichs who holds the title of manager of communications and community outreach] my first thought was "My mom is going to be so jealous." You see, growing up in my household I was introduced to every Broadway showtune in existence. Though she and my oldest brother would tease me mercilessly by singing "Girl for sale.." in public places, you won't find me complaining, since that meant seeing a handful of them live in the Apple. Although I will admit to one bout of whining brought on by wearing uncomfortable shoes to walk the 30 NYC blocks from the train station to the theater. As my 6 year old self is quoted as saying "it's better to look good, than to feel good Grandpa." On the subject of pain in the name of great fashion, I'm excited to visually devour the 18th century style tonight, namely those corsets. You will be hard pressed to find a woman in this day and age that isn't familiar with that particular torture garment. Thankfully, Spanx came along to rid the world of metal boning while achieving the same results. Thank you science!

[Jeff Mattsey as The Count (center), Melody Moore as The Countess (right), photo credit: James Gill /Madison Opera]

Though this specific opera is a far cry from the 'Guys and Dolls' records I know all too well, I'm still beyond delighted to attend. I won't be able to understand a lick of it, but therein lies the beauty of the show: The actors are forced to deliver incredibly expressive performances to convey the story. And as with any great musical or opera, the instrumental accompaniment plays a pivotal role. A thunderous crescendo draws you to the edge of your seat, while a delicate melody can play on your heartstrings.

[Anya Matanovic as Susanna (left) and Jason Hardy as Figaro (right), photo credit: James Gill / Madison Opera]

You can read all about the story behind this opera by Mozart here, and I'll be checking in later for a pre-show chat, then later still during the intermission. Fingers crossed, I may even have some behind the scenes photos to share! I'll also try to tweet, so follow me there for a complete bombardment of all things Opera. And of course, I'll show you kids what I'm wearing. I just completed a self designed necklace in this style that's a definite, and I'm going to attempt this hairstyle [the old Hollywood, not the tousled]. Wish me luck kids!

[x]m.

6:30 pm... the behind the scenes tour.

Though I was sweating the whole drive to the capital, fearing I would be the tardy blogger huffing and puffing upon entry, citing something with my cats as an excuse, I made it on time and was able to admire the elaborately designed cakes ready to be voted on in the lobby of the Overture Center. Within minutes, the rest of the 'chosen' had arrived and Brian began the back stage tour.

[the fellow bloggers during the backstage tour. Brian is telling us not to say GO under any circumstance.]

For once I was not scared to snap away as we checked out the various backstage areas. Though I lamented the low number of pictures I took, I just spent the last 45 minutes editing and arguing with Flickr, so I'm afraid my writing will be limited cuz this lady needs a drink before the Opera starts. Check back at 9:30 for my first half review!

9:45 pm.. intermission and 1st half review time.
Even though my unfortunate headache has returned from this afternoon, I'm having a blast. Thank goodness for subtitles! Though that may be contributing to the ache in my temples. Luckily they repeat a lot of the lines, so once I've scanned the English, I can focus on the singers and their delightfully over the top antics. I was caught a big off guard when a female came out in male attire.. Though I know in the past it was common to have males playing female leads, I wasn't accustomed to the reverse. After some near dark scanning of the program, and some sleuthful deducing with the subtitles, it became apparent that the woman was playing the page, aka a youngster so it made sense to have a female, and thus higher voice.

The chimes are dinging, which is of course accompanied by my fellow bloggers desperately typing out one more sentence. The M was detained due to a long shoot, but just arrived [looking dapper as all get out I must say] so I'm going to grab him, chug my glass of wine, and head back in. I promise a full, coherent review will be up tomorrow, if not later tonite. It's hard to be informative yet witty while sitting in what I've dubbed the 'blogger zoo' with fellow patrons coming to investigate what us youngsters with the laptops are doing.
More chimes.. back to the show!

Saturday 11:45 am...
After the actors took their last bow, and the overhead lights came on, my stomach let me know it was DONE waiting to be fed. So after finishing our drinks, chatting with the fellow bloggers and some fiends, it was off to find sustenance. Unfortunately stuffing my face led to a food coma so the final review had to wait until this morning.

In my honest opinion.. it wasn't my favorite. Now as I said earlier, I've never seen an opera live, but I've seen my fair share of musicals. They are a different breed to be sure, but to crudely simplify it, there's lots of singing in both. This is not to say that I didn't enjoy myself last night. I was fascinated by the backstage tour, and I got a kick out of the older patrons coming to ask what the heck these four young people were doing furiously pecking away on laptops. And I actually did enjoy the first half of the 'Marriage of Figaro.' I got goosebumps when the orchestra began, and a thrill through my chest when Susanna [played by Anya Matanovic] started to thrill. The comedy was a delightful counterpart to the typical 'stuffy and boring' rap that opera usually gets. My attention span started to waiver when they lines were repeated multiple times, and thus no subtitles were provided. I couldn't remember what the translation was after awhile and I found myself becoming quite distracted. That was the only real downfall for me concerning this opera. I don't like to sound like an uncultured bumpkin who can't appreciate the talent these actors possess, but I found myself getting a bit annoyed when a sentence was repeated for close to 3 minutes during the second act. The older audience would probably shake their heads at me, clucking about how impatient today's youth is-they can't just sit and enjoy anything. You know what gramps? You're right. But unfortunately for your viewpoint, we are the future. I think having blogging night at the Madison opera is a fantastic idea, and I'm so thankful to Brian for inviting me. I think it's important to get a younger audience interested in what is unfortunately seen by my generation as a dated and uninteresting performance. Though I'll definitely be checking back to see what new acts are set to grace the stage, if I had to buy my own ticket.. I don't think I'd spring for this specific opera. I'm nothing if not honest, right kids?

Thanks for checking back multiple times to catch my updates.. I know it was very hard work on your parts. And a big thank you to Brian Hinrichs and the Madison Opera for giving us this opportunity!

Ms. Opinion.

2010-11-04T11:05:00.000-07:00

[vintage chambray dress {CLEARANCE SALE}, h&m grey dress, tar-jet tights, wedges on perma-loan from a friend, self designed crystal bib necklace {also on sale}]
[note: the text doesn't really correspond with the photos. but read it anways]

I fear I may have scared a few of you off from commenting on the 'vintage is better, end of story' post.. If you haven't noticed already, I'm a bit opinionated. Sometimes it can get me into trouble, and admittedly intimidates people.. but through past experience, I'm usually glad I said what I did, instead of meekly zipping my trap.

I have a few reasons why I personally find vintage or thrifted items to be 9 times out of 10 a better buy. Hopefully these are things you kids can also relate to. Since I'm a bit of a list fanatic, I've provided one of said reasons:

1. You have a 98% chance that NO ONE ELSE will have the same item.
-though many vintage items were at one time produced in multiple quantities, the chances of you bumping into someone else with the EXACT same item are slim to only in a weird nightmare guest starring Heidi Klum. [don't ask.]
2. The quality of the item is almost always better than something mass produced & sold at a chain store today.
-Face it.. if it's lasted this long, especially if it's been worn, it's reasonable to claim that it's better made than something pumped out of a sweatshop these days.
3. Buying vintage or thrifted items is considered recycling, and Mother N gives you a gold star sticker. [made from recycled materials]
-Who doesn't want a gold star? It goes with everything.
4. When you buy online, you are supporting a small, usually independent business owner.
-And I really appreciate it. So do all the other ladies [and gents] selling vintage online. That means two feel good birds killed with one fashionable stone.
5. When you search through the thrift store on your own.. you experience the thrill of the hunt.
-The full body tingle. That's what happens to me when I'm sorting through hanger after hanger of musty clothing, arms going numb from holding my pile of 'maybe's', hissing at other potential scavengers.. and then I see it. Glitter, sequins, velvet, silk.. whatever the texture, it's like a spotlight suddenly clicks on, illuminating the prize. JACKPOT. Sometimes I see it out of the corner of my eye, and tortuously force myself to page through all the garments between us.. other times I'm filled with a sense of extreme urgency, immediately pouncing on said shining item before anyone else can notice it. The full body tingle is worth every arm numbing, nose tickling second gone through before. You don't get that in a department store, I don't care how excited you are to find the last item in your size.
6. Personally, I rarely if EVER experience buyers remorse after purchasing a vintage or secondhand item.
-The last few times I've bought something made in this day and age.. I'm hit with wave after wave of guilt when I get home and inspect the item further. It's partly because I've become almost rabid in my desire to decrease the footprint I leave on this earth. Every single item I throw away, I picture in a landfill. I make great strides to carry my purchases without needing a bag, recycle anything remotely possible [I'm sure I piss off people at the recycling plant.. but you know what? I'd rather try to recycle something that isn't, than throw something away that could be] and only buy things I NEED. That has even included makeup and personal hygiene products. I don't like to 'try' things without researching or getting people's opinion, because if I don't like it, the only place it can be sent to is the dump. It's also because of all the reasons above. The thrill of the hunt, the knowledge that I will be unique in my one of a kind piece and that it will last me for years to come, the satisfaction of recycling and possibly supporting another vintage seller, or at the very least saving money by purchasing the item from a thrift store where proceeds more often than not help people in need. When you factor all that in, add the usually unsatisfactory feeling of purchasing new, it's easy to understand why most of my clothing, and household objects are vintage and or thrifted.

Now.. This isn't to say that I don't buy new items, I just make sure that it's worth the $ and that I will get lots of wear out of it. Take jeans for instance. For years in college, you couldn't catch me wearing jeans to save my life. They simply didn't fit my curves. Either too tight in the ass and thighs, or too lose in the tummy. HATED them. Until they started making jeans with Lycra. It's like the heavens opened up and delivered them personally to me. So far, I've only found one pair of jeans at a thrift store that were new enough to have been made with that God sent stretch in them. So I buy new jeans, but I make sure they are high enough quality to last me for a few years. This means more $ but after determining the cost per wear, they make way more sense then buying cheap pairs that I don't really like. Another item I'm willing to splurge and buy new are shoes. I have wide feet [that apparently can fit in shoes ranging from a 7 to a 9] and it's hard as heck to find vintage shoes that accommodate my flippers. Hence another reason to buy quality footwear that fits my feet, and are comfortable. The other item that I find myself purchasing are simple teeshirt dresses [also containing Lycra.. merl=addict] that are the backbone of my winter style. And fall. And spring. And summer. I have about 6 from H&M, 5 in solid colors, and one grey and white striped. My go to outfit in the cooler months almost always starts with one of them. Toss in tights, a cardigan, boots, a belt and a scarf and I'm good to go. Comfort zone. Make that public appropriate comfort zone. The apartment version of pajamas and no bra seem to attract weird looks so I try to limit those outings.

In a nutshell.. buying vintage or second hand items leaves me with a great feeling. And that great feeling is relived every time I wear that piece. Who wouldn't want a wardrobe full of things like that?

[x]m.

[psssssst.. to see outtakes, hit up the clyde's rebirth facebook page.]

my firecrotch sista.

2010-11-03T09:38:00.000-07:00

I love Paige. Truly and deeply. She's a little spitfire, who can make me laugh, cry, laugh some more and always has an ear to talk off. She's my sista from another mista. So obviously I'm going to post about her ginormous sale, AND I'm going to win her 50$ giveaway. What's that? You thought YOU were gonna win it? Pfft get real kids.

Clicking that there photo will take you to the sale.. where she's got oodles of stuff for UNDER 20$. This shit is priced to GO. And by shit I mean quality stuff. She just needs some time to herself, and the shop is an unforgiving mistress, never letting her out of bed. [wait what? just go with it] I'm sad to see her close up shop, but I'm happy that she's making herself and her well being a bigger priority. And you know she'll be back.. selling vintage is like crack. Why do you think we're all so twitchy?

[x]m.

my alter ego.

2010-11-02T10:38:00.000-07:00

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CRAZY CAT LADY!!!!!!!!!!!

The title of the post is... well a lie. Really this costume is my regular persona, kicked up a few notches. [like one or two......]. I even convinced the M to dress up like a cat! He was a trooper, painting his face, wearing furry gloves with 'claws', even a TAIL! Unfortunately I couldn't convince him to wear the studded collar.. we were going to a gay bar after all, and I did want him to come home with ME. I was really happy with my costume, especially for being pulled together from various thrift stores the day before. I did bemoan my lack of a hello kitty barrette, but hindsight is a fucker. At the bar, our friends and I were discussing what would be a funny 'dead' costume, since I'm already thinking ahead to next year. A few minutes into the discussion, I literally slapped myself on the forehead for not thinking fast on my feet. A DEAD crazy cat lady!! One who has been slowly being eaten by her hoards of felines!! Idiot merl. So instead, I just drew more scratch marks on myself. In lipstick.. while sitting at the bar. Classy with a capital C.

Unfortunately, the 'no smudge' face paint the M bought was not flake proof, and he had lost most of his neck, and was starting to crack around the face by the time we got to the bar. After a little spat, he went into the bathroom to wash it off.. which basically left him looking like a dead cat with the remnants around his eyes. Thankfully there was enough left to smear all over my face whenever we kissed. I looked like a crazy coal mining cat lady by the end of the night.

Also at the bar were a couple of rival cat ladies.. Not to sound like a snob.. but mine was better.

[I took a kitty treat container and filled it with jelly beans.. after it was washed of course]

Our friends had coincidentally shown up as cat burglars, so we were a perfect fit. Overall, it was a blast and I'm excited to continue this tradition of hilarious and non slutty costumes. Anyone can show their T&A, but it takes a real woman to dress like a crazy cat lady.

[x]m.

BOO

2010-10-30T09:52:00.000-07:00

Excuse me one moment while I brag. You see ... our halloween[ie] costume last year was DA BOMB. After countless hours [yes hours] spent trolling the ~~UNIQUE HALLOWEEN COSTUME IDEAS!!!!!!!~~ websites [I thought glitter graphics were extinct?] I came across the holy grail of outfits. I modified it a little bit, you know put the Merl flair on it.. And to say we were a hit is the understatement of the century. It was definitely a 'need to explain' costume, but that was arguably the best part. To see people's faces when it hit them.. "OOooh... THAT'S AWESOME!!" It was all worth it.

Without further adieu, I present a pseudo retired, definitely washed up Victoria's Secret model and her hot young photographer. Please refrain from the standing ovation and congratulatory tears til the end.

Couple things.. yes those are scarves creating my large saggy chest, yes those are control top flesh toned nylons, and yes that is one beat up set of angel wings. that is my old apt, and yes that is a dead body outline on the floor complete with fake blood. I went all out obviously. This was also the M's first experience with Sally Hansen spray on legs.. which also works wonders for the rest of your body. Merl approved. He was a little weirded out and stood in front of the fan to help dry it [not necessary]. Oh and yes I designed his 'Angel Pass'.. I was a bit overly proud of that one.

Now if you'll excuse me.. I have some prepping to do for this years AMAZING costume. Don't worry baby birds, I'll share.

be safe out there tonite kids.. and if you steal any candy from children.. make sure you can run faster than them.

[x]m.

you're so gay.

2010-10-26T11:08:00.001-07:00

I feel like a horrible fag hag for posting this so late. I feel even worse for realizing I had ONE purple piece of apparel in my closet. The color of royalty and the diva himself [is he known as Prince again?] and I don't own ANY? Thank goodness my main gay couldn't go on without me and thus getting disowned wasn't an option. I think the sparkly socks helped too.

Bully's suck. I don't think I need to be more eloquent, since that's a pretty well understood topic. Kids can be cruel. And no it's not ok that they are kids, and the 'they don't know any better' excuse is a load of hot shit. But you know what makes me beyond furious? Adults who are so closed minded and BLINDED by their horrifically cruel beliefs that they feel the need to not only spout forth obscenities about people different than themselves, but teach the young the same hatred. It all comes down to one thing: Fear. Scared of people so radically different than themselves. Scared that maybe these flaming homosexuals sometimes have a better handle on love and fidelity than they ever will. Scared STRAIGHT. Haha sorry, had to.

All you need is love kids. And purple attire. Glittery socks don't hurt either.

[x]m.

vintage is better. end of story

2010-10-21T12:08:00.000-07:00

I have spent the better part of my days this week measuring, editing and listing. These tasks are no strangers to any seller on Etsy or Ebay, but to those not 'in the know' it may seem quite easy. Sure it's not rocket science [does anyone actually KNOW a rocket scientist?] but it's extremely time intensive. Not only the tasks I mentioned above, but a good seller, in this case vintage, also researches the product they are selling, not only to give an accurate description, but to also determine a fair price.

Why am I up on my soap box you ask? Because since before I opened mo vintage I've heard grumbles from people complaining about the price some of the vintage sellers online are asking for their products. The jewelry makers don't come under as much scrutiny because for the most part, they are handmaking each piece, so a higher price is understandable [though even I scoff at some prices on Etsy].

While some pieces are quite obviously overpriced, it's also important to take into account everything a conscientious and dedicated seller must do to sell the item. Now, I'm not referring to the people who take a few crappy blurry photos of a pair of boots on a stool in their dirty kitchen, or half ass hang a shirt in crappy lighting on a door. Those people give good sellers a bad name. And a headache from trying to find detail in their photos. No.. I'm talking about the people with quality photos, a VERY detailed description of the item, and a well thought out shop policy. Starting with the photos: a DSLR is not necessary, but the seller must invest in a decent enough camera to provide crisp detail with accurate color representation. Then in turn edit those photos. All very time consuming, even more so if you are a perfectionist. Then comes the description. I don't know about other sellers, but I strive to create a unique and fun to read description, most recently with some helpful outfit suggestions centered around the item for sale. Along with accurate measurements and descriptions of the fabric and brand, you need to research a reasonable price point, taking into account the price paid for the item in the first place, any necessary cleaning costs or repair and the work that went into listing ie all the tasks listed above like photography, editing, etc. Whew.

Now.. here's a question I've been pondering myself for a wee bit. Do full time vintage sellers 'get' to charge more for their wares because this is how they support themselves? It could be argued that they spend more time and therefore money [time=money. merl business teachings 101] producing quality listings. Though it may not be the general consensus, I find myself partly agreeing with this reasoning. I could be biased because I would consider myself not only a full time vintage and jewelry seller, but also a dedicated one at that. Does that mean I get to charge more for a blazer than someone who spends 20 min total photographing, editing and creating their listing? At the risk of sounding high and mighty, a small part of me believes so. But when I think more about it, I have to disagree with myself. While I would love to charge heaps more and make a large profit off of each item, I can't justify it. Not to sound like a broken record, but the movie Please Give is an amazing example of this dichotomy. To sum it, along with the price analysis of items on Etsy, I like to say "if you are having doubts about your price being too high, it probably is." I went through some major self doubt when I first began crafting and selling my jewelry. I would use an equation to determine the price [this article was a LIFE SAVER] but then knock the final amount down a bit, telling myself that was too steep of a number. The M was there to offer a supportive word or two, instructing me not to sell myself short. I spend a lot of time and energy not only crafting the final product, but also sketching designs, sourcing materials, paying for those same materials, photographing, and finally listing the item. Therefore it was quite understandable when my price for a handmade, one of a kind piece was much more expensive than something similar that was mass produced and available at a large retailer. It was frustrating having to explain all that to people who questioned the price of an item however. I'm still struggling to find my niche audience, but things are definitely more lucrative than when I started out.

That's the jewelry side of my business[s]. The vintage side is definitely at the bottom of the learning hill. I started VERY late in the game compared to some of the veterans, and it can be difficult to make a splash in the Etsy/Ebay pond when it's already being sucked dry by an ever expanding population of vintage sharks.. I mean sellers. In an effort to set myself apart, I try to only offer products that elicit a gasp of NEED when I'm thrifting; items that I would love to see hanging in my own closet, but must sell in order to feed myself and the cats. I also style, shoot and edit lookbooks for each season. The summer one was the first, and was a good starting point for my shop. The fall one has been a huge success [once again, a very big shout out to Miss Morgan for modeling xxxo] which is exactly what I was hoping for. I've already begun sourcing items for the winter version which will be even bigger, but also hopefully done quicker now that I know a rough estimate of how long each part takes. Though the lookbooks are a unique addition to the vintage seller resume, I don't think I can sky rocket my price because I produce them. However, I do take it into account.

I would love to hear what other vintage sellers think.. do you get many people complaining about the price of your products? If so have you ever broken down all the tasks you must complete to list the item? Or do you just tell them to shove it and go buy some slave labored mass produced garment from forever 21 so that they can look like everyone else?

I could go on and on, delving into the amazing act of recycling and reusing that purchasing vintage supports, and how wearing a one of a kind jewelry creation or garment well set you apart in the crowd of h&m and modcloth cronies, and how a vintage or handmade item is almost always better quality than something mass produced these days, and how supporting a small business owner wins you a place in heaven.. But those are topics for another rant, I mean post. Plus you kids are smart cookies.. you already know these things. Right? I have a pledge that I'm sticking to this holiday season, that will win you major brownie points if you also follow...

I, Merl Kinzie, promise to purchase ONLY vintage/pre-loved/handcrafted items for my friends and family this Christmas season.

It's actually a ridiculously easy pledge to stick to. Take something that you would've bought for someone, and search for that on Etsy or Ebay. Guarantee you find that item, and in most cases for a cheaper price. If you start now, not only will you have a greater selection [early bird gets the worm duh!] but you'll also save $ on gas and therapist visits. I don't know how the rest of you step foot in a mall during the holiday season. I value my sanity way more than that.

Whose with me?

[x]m.

[excuse the shameless self promotion aka the shop photos above... and of course feel free to shop by clicking on the photo!]

who names their tripod?

2010-10-19T10:14:00.000-07:00

Don't ya just love it when you put on what you think is a hip, unique outfit only to discover after seeing photos of yourself that it's not so much hip as ill fitting and awkward? Considering I only make myself presentable a few times a week, and I've fallen out of sorts with Mr T [that's tripod bonfalemoule to the rest of you kids] and the M doesn't get off work til after the sun goes down.. Excuse me one moment, I have to go shut the violin music off.

[vintage+thrifted dress, belt and necklace, tar-jet boots and tights, charlotte russe faux leather jacket, purse from god knows where]

Basically I can't toss away an slew of outfit photos because it wasn't my favorite. This isn't the worst ensemble I've ever pulled together.. but in hindsight I wish I would've worn shorter boots, or matched my brown leather accents.. or or or. In any case it was comfortable, and better than the cat hair pajamas I'm in a lot of the other times. And really tights+a loose dress=more comfortable than my scubby clothes. Did I mention I love fall? Scarves, tights, comfy cardigans and did I mention scarves?! Hello comfort zone.

By the way.. I added the rest of the lookbook photos with Mizz Morgan to the clyde's rebirth facebook page. After I decide which outtakes I'd like to keep for blackmail in the future, I'll be posting those on the mo vintage page. The dresses are up in, with the skirts to follow this afternoon, and a few more necklaces as well. [One last link spam then I'm done.] I'll be tweeting when each one goes live, so... peepers peeled kids.

[x]m.

[UPDATE]

I didn't realize until just looking over the post for grammatical errors, but I think I gave the impression that I took these myself.. which is not the case. The M graciously creeped in an alleyway with me while down visiting my sister in Chicago. He hasn't gotten fussy for the lack of photo cred, but he will.. or would've, but now can't because I've given him his due. right? right.

insert overly dramatic drumroll here

2010-10-18T08:28:00.000-07:00

Before I officially announce the winner.. I have to gush a little. I knew that flashing around 100 bones would get people's attention, and I wasn't wrong. But it also warmed the cockles of my cold grey heart to hear how much people love my jewelry and now vintage apparel. Sure maybe some of you were trying to butter me up... and girlfriends, it worked. I'm more lubed up than corn on the cob. And can I say thank god for the random number generator?? I love not being held accountable..

Ok okokokokokokok. Without further adieu, the winner is:

**There were a couple entries that people left on the lookbook post.. I added those to the end, that's why it was done out of 60, and not 58.**

Style by Santina!!

"Amazing giveaway! I am following you via friend connect, and I just jumped up and down screaming "I LOVE MERL" in Spanish...I thought it would seem less weird since I'm living in Mexico right now! Seriously, it's already 95 at 9:45 in the morning so now I'm a sweaty beast. Do I get an extra entry for that?"

Congrats mama :) I'll be emailing you in a few! Thank you again to everyone who entered.. you [guys] complete me.

[x]m.

::::::UPDATE::::::
I'm going to spread out listing the items from the lookbook over the next couple days. Today is dresses and the chain choker necklaces, with skirts tomorrow and another 2 necklaces, tops&jackets Wednesday with-you guessed it-another 2 necklaces, and purses and shoes on Thursday with any jewelry left. I'll be tweeting when they are available so keep your peepers peeled!

hello peeping toms!

2010-10-14T13:41:00.000-07:00

I said on the twatter last night that I had spent my entire day cleaning, rearranging and redecorating our apartment. Way back in the day, before any of you kids knew this crazy cat lady named Merl who wrote lengthy rants and occasionally posted an outfit photo, I talked about rearranging in a post.. I said that "rearranging gives me a sense of control when my life feels out of it." While I don't necessarily think my life is too crazy right now, I do know that I have slight OCD when it comes to design. I cannot sit in my apt content if the design is wack. The poor M.. he'll be hard at work on a shoot, and get a text from me saying we need to flip flop the living area and buy a new desk and reupholster the chair and buy more art AND IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'M GOING TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST... the sad part is I'm only half exaggerating. Thankfully he's become accustomed to these spastic outbursts, and gives me free rein to rearrange as I see fit. I usually start out by sketching out the new layout on a piece of paper, but since I don't have the best spacial awareness, my grand design usually requires some tweaking to work. Thankfully everything worked out exactly how I foresaw it in my head yesterday [could've been the measuring tape actually being used this time..] and I can finally say I'm happy with the arrangement in our apt. So much so, that I've decided I can finally start to share bits and pieces with you kids, starting with our guest bedroom. It might be a little while before unveiling the living area because 1: a dark forest green oversized chair while beyond comfortable, needs to be reupholstered and 2: we need more art and knick knacks [as long as there is still wall space, we will need more decor] to put by the TV and on the new bookshelves lining the wall behind his desk. That means I don't have to put down the weird orange ceramic creature.. or pass up the large odd painting by a no named artist at the thrift store. I swear, that wasn't the grand end result of the rearrange... really..

I also attempted to take outfit shots in the room.. It's been awhile since I had to take my own photos, and to say it was awkward with the tripod is an understatement. I even managed to wrench my neck while crouching to check the focus on one shot. Merl 'able to hurt herself in a padded room' Kinzie.

For my outtake today.. I give you what I look like whenever I wear black.. or navy.. or any dark color.

Has anyone ever shaved their cats into the lion cut and lived to tell the 'tail'? Word play aside, I'm serious. I would shave Clyde, Mo and Copa myself.. but my full body impenetrable suit is still at the dry cleaners. I am totally willing to pay someone to thin them out, I just don't want to get satan spawns back instead of our only occasionally fussy felines. I took Clyde last summer, and not only did they barely thin his mane but they also CUT HIS TUFFS. He's part maincoon, and the tuffs of hair jutting out from between toes is one of the characteristics. I was livid.. but luckily they grew back. Scary cat mom alert...

[x]m.

2010-10-14T10:56:00.000-07:00

I've noticed in the past couple entries that people are confused as to the end date of the giveaway.

It's open until 11:59 on Sunday evening.

I'll be announcing the winner on Monday along with listing a SLEW of items from the lookbook. Mark your calenders, put a reminder in your phone and set multiple alarms. I've gotten a couple emails asking if they can buy items before they are listed.. I'm only going to give that option to past customers. However, I will be using the twatter to inform everyone when an item has been listed.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have 50+ items to photograph and measure.

[x]m.

thanks blogger.

2010-10-13T09:29:00.000-07:00

Dear Blogger,

After sifting through a total of 3 discussions totalling over 70 complaint comments, I've come to the conclusion that you aren't going to fix the issues with the followers widget not showing up on our blogs anytime soon. The big problem with that is that my current giveaway contest requires people to FOLLOW me as well as reposting an ad. It's fine if they use bloglovin' .. but not everyone does. I'm too busy to make a blogger voodoo doll, so if you could get off your asses and fix it, that'd be great thanks.

Frustrated as always,

Merl.

So kids.. I don't know what to tell you. I logged my complaint and am patiently waiting for a response. I did some searching, and you can manually still 'follow' me using the google friend connect.. check out this help page for instructions. Or else jump ship and swim on over to bloglovin'.. Come to think of it, those Swed's are probably behind this problem. Sneaky fellows..

As for the rest of you people who haven't entered the giveaway yet... We aren't on speaking terms. Unless you enter. Then I'll be back to stalking, I mean loving you. Make the right decision.

[x]m.

don't want 1$ ? how bout 100$ ?

2010-10-11T06:00:00.000-07:00

That's right ladies [and gents?] I'm giving away 100 dollars store credit to my shops! I know I know.. how generous right? I've been told that I'm a natural giver. To make sure you qualify:

1. you must have a blog. it doesn't have to be a fashion blog, it can be a lifestyle, food, exercise.. cat related.. whatever strikes your fancy!
2. you must repost the above ad [I've provided two sizes of links below].
3. you must 'follow' my blog via either blog loving, or google friend connect.
4. you must come back to this entry, and leave the link to your post containing the above ad.
5. you must jump up and down screaming "I LOVE MERL" 5 times.

...pretty much the easiest giveaway you've ever entered right? we're talking about 100$ store credit here people..if you need more incentive, take a gander through the lookbook to get your fashion saliva a-flowing.

****this is open to international entries. I do need you kids to be aware that the shipping price is included in the 100$. That means that if you live in the US and win.. only 5$ is going to be deducted from the total to account for shipping. Depending on where you live outside the US will determine your specific shipping price. ****

Here's the code for the 500 pixels wide ad:

[ad in the "<" in the beginning "/>" at the end] img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4125/5069416745_2c0c280da8_b.jpg" width="500" height="750" alt="GIVEAWAYlarge" />

and the 400 pixels wide ad:

[ad in the "<" in the beginning "/>" at the end] img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4111/5070022074_9cea3bbe1d_z.jpg" width="400" height="600" alt="GIVEAWAYsmall" /

This is open until October 17th until 11:59 pm. One entry per person.. [I know some people share blogs, so I'm going to allow two entries in that specific case].

Good luck!

[x]m.

insert drumroll here

2010-10-08T09:47:00.000-07:00

What's that you said? You're sick and tired of all the suspense? You're angry that your butt fell asleep from sitting on the edge of your seat waiting? You're suing me for turning your face blue from holding your breath?

Trust me, it was worth it.

See that new button titled LOOKBOOK? Clear your next appointment, cancel that lunch, and put off using the restroom. You have ogling to do. After you're done ooohing and ahhing, head over to Morgan's blog to sing her praises. And then come back for another viewing.

I'm doing nothing creative for the rest of the day.

[x]m.

fall really compliments my hair

2010-10-03T16:49:00.000-07:00

Not only does the cooler weather make me giddier than a school girl, but the changing leaves and bright blue skies were practically made to compliment my hair. I mean LOOK AT IT! Gorgeous, simply gorgeous.

You can stop your eye rolling now. I obviously get to say that because the color is from a box. Yes I'm a natural redhead, but it's more of a ginger, less in your face fire engine. However, I've become slightly obsessed with this slightly obnoxious hue. The only problem is that red hurr dye is notoriously hard to keep vibrant after a couple washes.. especially on my tortured split ends. The real issue comes out when the tips betray my disguise when I have the wiiv in. Though normal people probably wouldn't be able to distinguish real from fake, being a weave connoisseur myself, I can't handle the incontinuity.

Enough about my beautiful mane.. we actually left the apt this weekend! When I woke up Saturday morning to find clear blue skies dotted with fluffy clouds and the most delicious chill in the air, I knew a visit to the apple orchard was on the list. The Manfriend was still shooting soccer action for work, so I snuggled back into bed with Clyde until he got home. After a quick brunch of a grilled goat cheese sandwhich [NOM] we hit the road.

Thankfully the pumpkin patch wasn't completely overrun with familes and college girls, so we were able to find a clear patch to set up shop. I'd like to introduce you to my new best friend: my sweater. I found it thrifting one day and it hasn't left my side for more than a day since. I took it on it's first real spin while in NYC, and since it behaved relatively well in public it got put in permanent rotation. It's not the most flattering, but DAMN is it stupidly comfortable.

Can we talk about the big kid having a field day with his caramel apple? You'd think the best part would've been watching him use the stick to mop up the excess left on the plastic, but you'd be wrong. It was the lack of napkins available.. apparently hand sanitizer works wonders at getting sticky caramel off your fingers and face.

[thrifted grandpa cardigan, old navy jeggings, tar-jet boots from a few years ago, olive scarf-h&m, striped shirt tar-jet, hair-ms swan]

After an amazingly successful visit to my favorite St Vinneys, it was home to nap before meeting our new couple bff's out for dinner and an outdoor concert.. put on in a tent. with heaters.. and rednecks and wasted college girls wearing clothes that fit before the freshman 15. Ladies: a word from the wise... No one can see your clothing size from the outside. If you wear things that fit, you'll look 10 lbs skinner. If you wear a 6 when you're really a 9/10 you're going to look overweight. Simple math. It also cuts down on flashing poor bystanders your trashy thong.. and gut.

Ok I'm done.

Anybody else have amazing weekends full of perfect fall weather that compliments their hair?

[x]m.

peas and carrots

2010-09-29T14:25:00.001-07:00

As many gripes as I have about the blogging community [sometimes fueled by the green monster in the death grip piggy back position] I can never stay truly mad at it because it's given me real honest to goodness friends. I've been lucky to meet a few of my favorites, but even the ones that I haven't gotten to awkwardly bear hug are as close as the people who have to put up with me here in Wisco. Partly it's because we stay so up to date with the happenings in each others lives with our blogs where we narcissistically post photos of ourselves and vent about our days.. well at least that's how I keep tabs on you kids. Unfortunately you have to be content with my random postings, because a posting schedule has never and will never work. I also think it's because we are interested in the fashion/lifestyle/design/humor/insert other topic here part of blogging, thus giving us an endless topic to ponder aloud together. Whenever I run out of things to say or have a day long brain fart, I can turn towards a seemingly never ending supply of inspirational material provided by intelligent and witty women [and an occasional man]. Personally, I tend to relate most/read constantly the blogs that share more of the writer's life than just their outfit. Their vents about work or family frustration, their amusing stories about loved ones.. what they had to eat that day. It gives me a better idea of the person they are beneath the clothes and establishes a real connection between myself and them.. if even I'm the only person who knows about it since most likely I'm a silent lurker in the bushes. There are times when I come out of hiding, and contact or comment towards the person under the microscope. I did this when I first started blogging, and it afforded me a more private and dare I say real conversation with the other person, thus cementing the 'connection' into a friendship. I can turn to these women with fashion issues sure, but also with life problems.. fights with loved ones, personal insecurities, hard decisions needing an outside look.. and they are there with a kind word, reassuring kick ass comments, and straight answers. Every time I think about shutting down shop like Kristin and bidding the blogosphere adios.. I think about this blogging gals who have become real, close friends.. and I decide to stick it out. I'm so thankful for them and I hope the new ladies who are just starting out find their own blogging bff's early on in the game, because it makes the act of sharing your life via blogspot and wordpress such a better experience.

One of the women who I've become bosom buddies [how funny was it when Gretchen said that to Cassanova on PR and he had no idea what she was talking about??..] with is Morgan. I know I know.. you guys are rolling your eyes at another mention of that stylish lady. Well bring those peepers back from the back of your head, and get used to it cuz that broad is here to stay. She flew out here last Friday and stayed until Monday morning. She modeled for my lookbook, [and was a trooper even after an eye infection] got to meet the furballs, and introduced the M and I to some old friends of hers who put us to shame with their Madison knowledge after only living here for 2 years. [in my defense.. I've only been living in the city for a couple years. The M has no excuse since he's pushing 11 years in the cheese capital] They were absolutely delightful and I can't wait to hang out with them now that we got Morgan out of the picture.........kidding. All too soon it was time for Morgan to fly back out east, and we had to say goodbye. Sadness ensued and I'm waiting for her to offer her private jet to bring me out to the Apple again.

The M was kind enough to snap some shots of the two of us being friends.. very loving ones at that. He also snapped some solo ones of me, but Morgan demanded I shoot hers. ["Don't look at me!!"] It's really quite awkward having someone watch you get your photo taken. I'm not one for the typical pouty blogger photos.. the only thing I can do is look away, or give the Merl sass eyes.

It was also a little weird to be on the opposite side of the lens after shooting all weekend.. At least the M and I have gotten our system down- ie no shooting down on me, and no taking a million of angry/unflattering photos.. it was a little rough sorting through 100+ images to find the ones I'm not sneering in or looking like I'm having a bowel movement.

I'm off to a concert with that same handsome gentleman, specifically a mashup band that includes some of his high school buddies including Bon Iver. You better believe I'm pushing him up onstage to get an introduction. Go big, or go home.

[x]m.

[ps.... the second shhhneak peek is up on the mo vintage facebook page..]

shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

2010-09-28T11:22:00.000-07:00

hhhhhneak peeks. You want them, I gots them. Stop your hyperventilating.. I'll share. I can't help it.. I'm a giver. However, I also like to make things more difficult for all parties involved. That's why you won't be seeing any more preview photos after today on this here bloggity.. Instead, you'll have to visit the clyde's rebirth and mo vintage facebook pages, where they will trade off sharing the spotlight. First up is clyde [he's pushy like that] with mo stepping up to bat tomorrow. Please don't hesitate to let me know how much you kids absolutely adore them.

The final lookbook will be featured on the blog, but you'll still want to check out the facebook pages for extra photos as well as some outtakes.. there are some doooozies!

[x]m.

jack of all trades..

2010-09-22T09:04:00.000-07:00

Master of none.

I don't know about you guys.. But I really hate that saying. Yes I can understand the practical reasons behind it's validity. Mastering any trade takes years upon years.. upon years. So while I definitely wouldn't consider myself a master at anything besides corporal cuddling I still dislike the negative connotation that secretly follows that statement. I believe you can do many things well, possibly even up to the level below 'master' [it's called the master's bitch.. getting water, rubbing feet etc]. Plus in this day and age, many jobs require you to have a well rounded resume of tasks you can accomplish and programs you can do in your sleep. For a sole proprietor like myself.. it's also a way to save money and satisfy your need to control every fucking detail. For my first lookbook, I handmade each piece of jewelry, styled the outfits [using only vintage apparel], oversaw the hair and makeup, shot the whole thing, and edited it. [Special shoutout to the M for bringing his camera when my flash card filled up, and waiting oh so patiently in his car while us girls frantically filed into the greenhouse 45 min late] I had originally planned on having a friend and fellow photographer based here in Madison shooting so that I could focus soley on styling each girl and making sure they looked perfect. However, that... didn't work out. Really, it was for the best because I realized I couldn't have sat back and NOT see every single shot he was taking. ... I'm not this controlling in person.. really.

Why am I telling you all of this? Partly to explain my absence from the blogosphere, and partly to explain my absence for the rest of the week. You see I'm shooting my huge fall lookbook this week with a familiar face from the spring ensemble, as well as a new, but also familiar face from the blogosphere. I'm sure you guys thought Morgan and I were attached at the hip during NYFW.. because we basically were. Somehow we didn't get too sick of each other, and she is flying out here on Friday to shmize for my camera. I'll attempt some sneak peeks of outfits/shots via the twatter so if you're rabid with curiosity, you know what you need to do.

And since the same Morgan has been pestering me about the nighttime photos we took before our bar meetup with some other fashionistas.. [insert half hearted drum roll here] feast your eyes kids.

[I'm pointing to the beer stained splatter on my shoes.. courtesy of the M]

[the reason that one is so grainy is because some dude claiming to be a photographer tried to manually focus.. in the dark. idiot]

be kind. rewind. back to our regularly scheduled programming next week.

[x]m.

a bunch of fashionable renegades.

2010-09-16T08:29:00.000-07:00

Central Park didn't know what hit it. All of a sudden heavy bags were dropped [full of camera weight] and what felt like millions of stilettos were stabbing it's skin repeatedly.. Ok only a few girls were brave enough to rock the sharp stilts, I took the safe route not only due to painful, angry feet, but also because I trip on concrete, can you imagine how dirty I'd look from falling over on grass all day?? Lua was kind enough to help me out by helping me NOT stay clean so as not to confuse people about who I was. "Whose that really clean redhaired broad over there??" ..{speaker looks away... then looks back} "oh wait.. you see all those brown paw marks?? That's totally Merl!"

{above photos thanks to Mizz Morgan}

Not that I've have it any other way. L dog and I have become bff's.. in fact, I bet she misses me more than Morgan. That or she just misses making me indecent by sticking her nose up my skirt all day. Lua also provided a great distraction for when I was overwhelmed about talking to total strangers in a park. It was really nice to chat with ladies I've met before, but meeting new people I became this awkward "sooo this weather huh?!" person. Unfortunately I just wasn't in 'SELL YOUR ASS OFF' mode this NYC round. I'm kind of kicking myself now, because when else are that many fashion bloggers corralled into one space? But life circumstances left me in a pretty serious funk before I left for NYC on Wednesday, and it's hard for me to turn off personal issues to deal with business. In fact, that's probably my worst trait as a sole proprietor. Do any of you kids deal with this?? Coping mechanisms that have worked for you would be greatly appreciated..

{thanks Kimmm for these photos! she has oodles more on her bloggity as well}

{and final picture credit goes to the lovely Nikka}

This is a standard Merl 'comfort zone' outfit. Like I was explaining to Lesley why I love me some fall weather- I can wear all my comfy -slightly scandelous- teeshirt dresses with tights, and voila! no crotch shots! [note: this only work with my favorite opaque tights from Tar-jet that stretch up to there] toss in my beloved slowly multiplying collection of boots, and a comfy cardigan and Merl is a deliriously happy clam... until the snow sets in. Then she's back to the angry version you all know and love.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's a gorgeous overcast 60 degree day and I have lunch plans with one of my oldest and dearest gal pals. Don't you forget about your assignment though.. coping strategies for switching off debbie downer to do work [son!].. I welcome any and all suggestions including a temporary lobotomy.

[x]m.

15 min intermission.

2010-09-15T10:02:00.000-07:00

I finally got my computer open [seriously this thing is on it's last legs.. Prepare yourself for the inevitable kids.] which means I'm delving into replying to all the fan fucking tabulous comments you guys left. Just a word of warning.. ever heard of Pandora's box? [it says where my head is at that I giggled like a 12 year old boy when I thought about that..apparently I woke up on the immature side of the bed this morning.] I just hope you guys are ready for a full on Merl attack. No punches pulled, no awkward hugs cut short. I'm a good stalker, and I can be inappropriate. This is where the man with the auctioneer speed voice reads my disclaimer how you can't reinstate that restraining order and you basically asked for this. It's good to cover your butts guys.

Since I'm not going to provide you with a lot of content from myself today, I'm instead going to leave you with this excerpt from one of my favorite ladies who I've met through blogging, Miss Lesley. My sister from another mister [sorry Emily, you aren't the only one.. you'll like this broad though] who takes long breaks from blogging and then makes up for it by being the sassiest thing ever.

This is one of the bullets from her "Fall is totally bullshit guys, here's why:" list.

"everything is dying and/or already dead. blooming flowers, blossoming trees, baby birds and butterflies? not for me thanks! i'm good over here in my frozen, grey wasteland staring at dead cedar corpses while trying to decided which shade of dark gross i should wear today! does this shirt go with the colour of my cold, grey soul? no? what about my attitude?"

You see why we get along so well. So go check her out, stalk through the archives, and for goodness sake read her tags to make you laugh.

You're welcome.

[x]m.

questions, queries and kudos.

2010-09-14T14:11:00.001-07:00

So in an effort to stretch the outfit posts this week.. I'm going to hold off on the Central Park meet up until tomorrow. Instead, I'd like to resort to my other favorite blogging activity: picking that little bit of grey matter floating in the air bubble called your heads.... I kid, that's just my noggin. Although some days it feels like steel wool up there.. Ok, ok, most days.

Basically I want to know how you kids feel about getting replies from a blog that you commented on. I know some of the bigger name people don't reply at all, which doesn't surprise me, but what does is that people keep going back to waste their [typed] breath. I know I can be pretty sporadic at replying.. and I hope people don't think I'm a huge yatch, I'm just pretty scatterbrained. And easily distracted. Example: when I get an email notification that someone commented on my blog, my heart sings a little that people give a shit, and then I do a little dance with the cats, then something shiny distracts me.. and 10 mins later I have no clue what I was doing 10 min ago. It'd be comical if it wasn't unfortunately too close to the truth. I also think it's hard to break the natural tendency to lurk. Plus.. and I know I might scare away some kids with this comment, but truth is better than fakery... I don't like to leave a comment unless something intrigues/amuses me enough to leave something sincere. Which isn't to say that your posts are boring. I'm just not a "cute shoes!" commenter. I'm a full paragraph, tmi sharing, awkward, sarcastic commenter. I comment how I post. And when I'm having an off day, you can expect the crickets and tumbleweeds to take up residence on my blog, and definitely my comments on other blogs. I just don't want to leave something with my name that doesn't accurately represent me.

However.. I also want to make a better effort to respond to people. If you can take 5-10 minutes [depending on your reading speed] to absorb my post, and then comment, then dang nabbit I can cut my kitty pestering time down to respond accordingly. So here's where the real query comes in.. do you kids appreciate comments or personal emails more? I've gotten a couple emails back and for some reason that meant more to me than a comment. I guess because an email can be more personal since it's just between you and them. If you prefer emails, it doesn't mean I'm not gonna stalk your blog.. especially if you're new. Let's get real-people are famous because other people make them so. If no one read Bryan Boy's blog, he wouldn't be the infamous name he is today. So for me to take over the world.. I better not piss off the people who enjoy the heavy doses of sass and anger they get here.

Lemme hear your roar women.. [and men? As far as I know the only gent is the M and he just gives me grief in person...]

[x]m.

ps.. thanks for the support on the last post. I'll be honest, I don't think I'd be able to edit my opinions to be gooey and warm and people pleasing [ie fake] which would mean if people hated my bluntness, I'd prolly have to quit blogging.. because I'm not a secure enough person to deal with others actively hating me.

I-F-B...m-o-u-s-e

2010-09-13T08:52:00.000-07:00

Hi kids! I'm alive.. mostly. Still need to catch up on some sleep but I made it back to Wisco in one piece [my feet aren't talking to me yet, but I might treat them to a pedicure to make amends. heels=death]. Now I'm busy editing photos, ignoring my pile of laundry and a messy bed, and brainstorming ways to improve my businesses. Unfortunately it sounds like the Chictopia event was very informative [Morgan.. still waiting on that synopsis AHEM] in terms of SEO optimization and marketing which I of course missed since last year I was left very unimpressed by their conference, and had kicked myself for missing the IFB one. The reverse happened this year. I wouldn't say I was unimpressed with the Independent Fashion Blogger shindig, because I did meet some awesome new ladies [as well as coining a new phrase... "Ed Hardy is the modern day wife beater" with a funny juice representative lad.] and thoroughly enjoyed Gala Darling and Amy Odell who weren't afraid to swear and speak their minds, as well as Bryan Boy who was adorable in his awkward queen-iness. I even worked up the courage to ask Amy if she ever got intimidated by the angry responses to some of her posts, and in turn edited what she wrote to be less controversial. I said I don't agree with people being nasty on the internet, just to cause a stir, but at the same time I feel like REAL honesty is severly lacking in the blogosphere. Indiana is someone I really respect for giving every product she reviews her sincere opinion, complete with a pros and cons list. She is neither fake nor rude, simply honest. Take note kids-people will respect you heaps more if you truthfully review a product you either purchase or are given. Amy earned a spot in my heart for her bluntness and sharp wit, both characteristics I can't help but employ here on my blog since they are major parts of my personality. A common theme among the presenter's speeches at the IFB event was simply to be yourself. People can tell when you're putting up a facade and while you may get compliments on the pretty photography or cute shoes, you're not going to create a real connection with the kids who read your blog. At times, I've contemplated toning down my sass and sarcasm so as to lessen the possible intimidation factor, but ultimately I have time and time again presented the real Merl. I may scare off a few people, but I've always preached quality over quantity. I love when people share their road rage stories, and pms woes.. I put myself out there, flaws and all, and it warms the cockles of my cold dry heart when people share theirs in return.

As much as I loved the people mentioned above, I was pretty disappointed by Emily's and Rumi's speeches. The former sounded like a Miss America contestant, and it bugged me so much I couldn't take her suggestions seriously. She had some good points, but her manner of speaking completely distracted from them. Rumi was a joke simply put. She brought her boyfriend up on stage, who- yes is her photographer- but just provided her with another distraction. She spent a 1/4 of the time trying to get Bryan Boy to come up on stage with her, and the other half mocking her 'celebrity' status. She was the last speaker, and by that time I was tired, cold and hungry and wanted to rip of my ears before listening to her speak anymore. Plus the lobby area outside the actual conference room was getting quite loud which didn't help my limited attention span. The venue in general was an interesting choice. The basement of the Hudson Hotel was certainly large enough to accomodate the large crowd, but the underground club feel at 9 am was a bit disconcerting and personally didn't inspire a lot of networking. At the after party, while sipping on wine and gabbing with the juice man, and [a highlight for yours truly] Wendy Brandes I had to keep reminding myself it was 5:30 and not 10:30. Though I had planned on meeting up with the lovely Sarah later for drinks, by the time Morgan and I got back to her place and sat down, I collapsed. I hadn't really slept the night before and was exhausted from being nice.. I mean talking to people all day. Plus we had the renegade blogger meet up in Central Park the next day which meant sleep was vital so that Merl wasn't a cranky bitch.

Sick of reading yet? If you didn't skip ahead to the photos, give yourself a gold star for the day. I'm already up to 5 for not killing Clyde each time he jumped on my face while I was trying to sleep last night.

Tuesday night, after spending way too many hours trying to pack, I decided to dye my hair. Merl Spontaneous Kinzie. I also answer to Merl This-is-a-bad-idea Kinzie. Sometimes even Merl I-hope-I-have-hair-at-40 Kinzie. Luckily, it turned the exact vibrant red shade I was hoping for. This hue is about a shade darker than my natural color... at least I think it is. I've been messing with my mane since I was a junior in high school, so I'm not sure my hair even knows what color it is anymore. I was actually very comfortable and confident in this outfit. Peplum dress=my best friend. Toss in my constant companion-the belt- as well as tights, some new Target booties, and a new style coming soon to clyde's rebirth, and I was ready to sashay down the runway.. or simply the street outside the Hudson. Morgan and I got some interesting looks, but since I'm fairly sure I will never lock eyes with any of the pedestrians again in my life, I threw away my shyness and shmized my ass off. Fake it til you make it right?

[x]m.

the Apple.

2010-09-09T08:12:00.000-07:00

Like I mentioned in my last post, I'm in New York for a long weekend to attend the IFB Evolving Influence conference [where I'm at right now...follow on the twatter to hear my thoughts] as well as various unsponsored meet ups with bloggers both new and old. The lovely Morgan is letting me crash on her couch, [and she even cooked me dinner last night...that's how you know its love..except she got dry white wine instead of reisling..] as well as being the other part of my buddy system this weekend. Not gonna lie I'm pretty sleep deprived but so far it hasn't hit me yet. I think it helps that the ifb conference is located in the basement of the Hudson hotel which makes me feel like I'm in a club and anyone who knows me, knows I like to shake what my mamma gave me given the chance.

Since the same Morgan who I'm stuck with, I mean staying with got on my case about not blogging I'm making it my mission to give you mini posts during my NYFW visit. They might be funny stories like how I wore my new jeffy c's and have already almost bit it multiple times in the 2 blocks we walked to the hotel, or sneak peeks of outfit photos or Lua glamour shots.. I'm gonna keep you kids on your toes!

If you're in town, and want to meet up, tweet or email me..if you want fashionable merl you better try for today or tomorrow cuz lets be honest I can't be presentable 4 days in a row.

[x]m.

the real merl.

2010-09-03T16:18:00.000-07:00

Since I'm a painful mix of hungover and exhausted, once again there are no cute outfit photos to share. Instead, I'm going to share a small selection of photos that I think sums me up pretty well. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not a glamorous person. Even though homeless people think I look like a NY model, such is not the case. I'm an awkward, clumsy, forgetful mess of a packrat...I mean woman. And I love it. I love me. It's taken me such a long time to get to this point where I'm comfortable in my own skin, and what I have to offer in terms of personality... and free cat hair. I don't understand glamorous people.. "you mean you can wear white and NOT get it dirty??"..."you mean you've never left your debit card with an open tab at a bar... repeatedly?"..."you mean you don't get daily bruises from running into walls and furniture??"..."you mean you DON'T collect useless cheap kitch from thrift stores to display in your home???"

Enjoy kids.

[by the way... my morning hair is LEGENDARY. maybe sometime in the future I'll share Mr Baldspot with you guys..]

Your welcome.

[x]m.

showing some love

2010-09-01T19:50:00.000-07:00

Don't mind me.. I'm just sitting in the dust the wagon left as it sped away. Shocker alert.. I haven't posted this week yet. Cue tiny violin while I explain why. My weekend was spent on the couch thanks to Aunt Flow's visit... who decided to inflict her painful presence on me for the first two days of the week as well. Such a kind soul. Which obviously means I was in no shape to get dressed and be photographed. I did pretty myself up today for a trip to the post office and to Atticus to deliver more clyde's rebirth goodies, but the rain slapped the possibility of outfit photos right outta my hands. Woe.Is.Me. It's too bad because the homeless man sitting on the bench outside the store said I looked like a New York Model. This was after he asked me how I liked my Camry Hybrid. He made it on my good list. I do have goodies to share with you though..

First off, Mizz Morgan did a very lovely feature on yours truly and the shop, and hopefully put enough subliminal messages in there to sell out the online goods cuz the cats are getting hungry..Morgan is one of the reasons I can't get mad at the blogosphere. Whether I like it or not [hint: I do] she's become a real friend and I know I can turn to her with anything I would ask of one of the ladies who have to put up with me in Madison, and she'll be there. Even if she talks in code sometimes.

ALSO, I'm a very bad blogger, and forgot to post about being Mizz Emily's featured blogger for August! I talked about it on the twatter, but completely spaced on posting about it. [She's rocking the necklace she bought from the store in the above photo.] She's a super sweet girl who I met last year in NYC and have been stalking, I mean keeping updated with her life on her blog.

Lastly, I'm heading to NYFW... late wild card entry, I know, but I already got my tix for the IFB conference, and have a few other shindigs penciled in.. Now, if you NY peeps could do a few cool weather dances, I'd really appreciate it because my pins are SICK of being nakid and sweating profusely and would gladly welcome being sheathed in synthetic fibers. Don't even get me started on packing.. I wasn't nervous until the Morgan infected me with her overthinking conundrum. So yes, I bought a couple new things, but only ONE thing was new, and the rest are vintage/thrifted and even from some friendly etsy shops! So if you are looking for some last minute must haves, check out their stores.. I would say mo vintage as well, but you'd have to get your order in before Sunday to ensure delivery. I got a full schedule before departing Wednesday night for the Apple so unfortunately can't accommodate any last minute orders. HOWEVER, I will have some major updates when I get back from NY.. a couple shoots with the wife, and then a special guest model for a large fall/winter lookbook. I'm just a LITTLE BIT EXCITED for all this.

Who else will be in the Apple the 8-11?

[x]m.

apparently it's friday?

2010-08-27T13:06:00.001-07:00

You know the one downside on not having a quote on quote real job? You lose track of days. I went half my day thinking it was Thursday. Until the toilet repair man came and mentioned something about it being his weekend after he got done with one more apt in my building. I thought "wow lucky gent getting Friday off".. until I looked at the time on my computer and saw a Fri where I expected Thurs. WHOO WHOOOOOO TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.................or something?

I wish all you 9-5ers a happy weekend away from the rat race and rage inducing rush hour. I will still be working this weekend.. first on finishing a custom piece for the slave master Morgan, then FINALLY painting the chalkboard wall in my office, followed by crafting a few more harnesses and a few simpler necklaces. I do have a wife night planned with.. well the wife. Not to mention date night with the M tonite. And despite putting myself through a grueling workout consisting of 90 min of cardio followed by too many leg strengthening exercises, I'm still dancing my butt off while getting dressed. Since I'm such a kind soul [......you can stop laughing now.. anytime now.............I hope you choke on that laughter] I'm going to leave you with the tune that has me partnering up [don't mind the terrified faces, they really enjoy it] with each cat for a quick spin around the apt. The beginning is somewhat deceitful in it's delicate relaxing 'slowness' but you just wait until the 1:28 mark. I take full responsibility for putting that smile on your face as well as the mini workout you give your buns. I like my thank you cards to have cats on them.

So with a pep to my step and a smile radiating on my face, I bid you kids adieu. Have a fan fucking tabulous weekend.

[x]m.

oh I wish I were an oscar...

2010-08-26T08:07:00.000-07:00

You know how Amanda always puts a song title as her post name? And how I get mad at her because then that catchy tune is stuck in my head all damn day? I would take "shot to the heart, and you're too late" over the oscar meyer weiner song right now. It's my own fault, but I'm also going to place half of the blame on the vintage Oscar de la Renta skirt I'm wearing. I wore it once before on the weed farm where I recounted the worst hangover story in the history of hangovers.

This time, I was on the way to dinner with the M at a new to us restaurant in our neighborhood. We have a goal to hit up every restaurant, cafe and coffee shop in our yuppy/hippie neighborhood. While I crave, no require change in my life, I'm also a creature of habit. Merl the walking contradiction. Keeping people on their toes since 1984. Since I'm trying to become a more aware consumer, I've been striving to eat at independent establishments that only use local resources which also means better food for my body. However, I sometimes get in a comfortable well worn rut that sees me hitting up the same tried and true Merl hot spots. I love the food, the staff, the ambiance.. and when I'm tired and hungry, I don't want to try out a new place where I might not enjoy myself as much.

I'm a self confessed picky eater, but I've gotten so more adventurous than when I was a child. I'll try most things once, but it's usually off someone else's plate. Because who wants to order something they don't enjoy, while they watch their table partner[s] 'What about Bob' it across from them. [I was totally that person out in Seattle.. I ordered this entree which had chicken stuffed with rosemary, raisins, parmesean cheese in a white wine cream sauce.. I practically had a foodgasm with every bite]

[wearing: vintage Oscar de la Renta skirt, black Hanes tshirt, vintage belt, target heels, misc jewelry]

Any kids live in, around or have visited a must visit eating establishment in Madison, WI? A blogging friend who has recently hightailed it out of the midwest suggested Sardine which has been on my list for awhile so that might be up next, but I'm always open to new suggestions so don't be stingy..

[x]m.

force fed.

2010-08-24T08:14:00.000-07:00

I've never been more acutely aware of the visceral need for fall to come than this year. I'm going to place most of the blame for this on the blogosphere. Sure every year I get jazzed up about the leaves turning, cooler temperatures and the back to school excitement even though I'm not crazy enough to actually enroll again. Fall and spring are tied for my favorite seasons; I love the beginning of fall, but a piece of me dies right along with the plants when November rolls around. And let's be honest, as much as I bemoan the heat and humidity, I abhor snow that much more.

But since joining this big scary, exciting, intimidating, welcoming, judgemental, encouraging, cut throat world that is blogging, the fashion seasons have taken up the coveted front row seats on my radar. Bloggers are day dreaming about layers upon layers of warm clothes and don't even get us started about tights. Yesterday while struggling to get dressed for the day, I kept running my hands longingly over my sweaters and even shorter dresses with a meaningful glace at my tights. I didn't want to dress for the 87 degree weather with a dash of 90% humidity. I ended up in a black teeshirt, a pair of cut offs and my Toms. Yawnville, population one.

Now even though I'm rabidly awaiting 65 degree weather, I haven't been stocking up on fall "essentials" for myself. The shop is a different story.. I have a newly purchased clothing rack [thanks Annie!] full of buttery leathers, thick wools, satiny suedes all in rich, warm jewel tones. It's almost sinful how good looking this mini collection. But you know.. before starting my search for these amazing fall/winter clothing, I contemplated searching online for the top trends and styles predicted to win big this year. As a vintage seller, I want to stock items that are in style to ensure quick sales and happy customers. However... a large part of me hates that method. I've talked about being force fed fashion rules before, but I never get sick of listening to myself rant. Instead of throwing your money away on 'fast fashion' ie cheap clothing that is very specific in its styling and guaranteed to only last a season both in terms of trends and actual quality, why not invest in some pieces that will transition along with you?

This isn't to say that you can't indulge in a trend here or there.. but doesn't it also annoy you that in essence, you're being told what to wear? I think the blogosphere has definitely become a voice to be reckoned with, so it depresses me a little to see bloggers talking about the military trend, or how nudes are still so in, and lusting over any new shoe JC puts out. I definitely understand the desire to fit in, but at the sake of your individuality. Who wants to wear what everyone else is garbed in anyways? When I'm sourcing items for Mo Vintage, occasionally I'll see something that yells "current trend!" and yes I'll pick it up to inspect. But for the most part, I love finding things that I haven't seen elsewhere.

Obviously I'm not telling you what to do. That would kind of defeat the purpose of my efforts to get you to think for yourself. But before you toss away all your hard earned cash on something that you won't want to wear for fear of being outdated next season.. come look at Mo Vintage and get something that will last you years to come! Or I guess.. other vintage sellers.. but come to me first ;)

[vintage bag, belt and skirt{available in the shop!} Target long sleeved tee, UO pumps, L is for love necklace{ALSO available!super sale!}]

[x]m.

workin it like the rent was due yesterday

2010-08-22T15:17:00.000-07:00

I have curves. Lots of them. I'm literally an S. Do I love them? Most of the time. I do envy the ladies rocking itty bitty titties because there are lots of sheer/low cut tops that on me are bordering on indecent meaning I can only wear them during my 'night job' [.....jokes kids, I got lots of them.] It's also frustrating to find perfectly fitting pants. That's where anything with streeeetch becomes my new bff. Because anything that fits the booty, doesn't fit my waist and vice versa. I'm going to be one sad puppy when high waisted bottoms go 'out' of style. Or perhaps I'll just keep rocking them, regardless of what the rabid masses have been force fed by the fashion gods.

However, thanks largely in part to Ms Hendricks, I've become a sex symbol. That's right.. red hair, and curves for days is what's bringing the boys to the yard these days. I also want to credit my age and genetics. Yes, I got these hips from my mama, but I also got confidence and one helluva resolve. You don't like how I look? Then quit looking. That's the beauty of being female. We come in every single flavor and consistency. [consistency? just go with it] Someone should've explained that to Heidi before she became a literal flotation device. I'm not against plastic surgery, but I do think there should be a mandatory therapy session before the actual procedure. Determine whether the person has larger issues brewing. True story: I've almost gotten my nose 'fixed' quite a few times. By almost I mean I've called the doctor's office to schedule a consultation but never gone. I've talked to my parents [mom mostly] as well as friends and the M. I don't think having a straight nose will make my life perfect, or fill a gaping hole in my soul.. but it will make me less self conscious. I don't take straight on photos, and I really don't like posing with only the right side of my face showing. Do I appreciate not only having a functional nose, but also the right and privilege to show it off without hiding behind a veil? Absolutely. I've very thankful for my health, mobility and freedom. But does that mean I shouldn't change something that causes me distress if I have the means to do so?

I've come a long way as far as confidence and appearance goes. When I was little, all I wanted was to fit in. I had red hair, my parents were flower farmers, I wasn't related to anyone and I lived in a town full of brunettes, blondes, dairy farmers where almost everyone had a family connection. [Not inbred of course, although that's the impression I just gave. Sorry hometown folks!] My mom and I joked that I should live in Normal, Ill. Since I wasn't allowed to die my hair, I used an herbal shampoo [hippie parents, remember?] that was designed for brunettes in an attempt to dull my fiery ginger mane. When I got old enough, I highlighted the crap out of it, to a point where I'm thankful I didn't fry every follicle on my apparently empty noggin.

I would say this new found love of myself has only come in the last few years, 5 tops. This is not to say I don't have bad days where I stand in front of the mirror, pinching or squeezing flabby bits, and don't get me started on my skin. But I think a large part of being seen as "attractive" is a person's confidence. The most beautiful woman in the world would've live up to her potential if she is wallowing in an unhealthy negative body image. Now.. I'm not talking about the cocky yatches who think they are all that and a family size bag of chips. [see: any episode of the Bad Girls Club. aka poison for the brain] Anyone who degrades other people based on their looks is dealing with some serious self doubt. As Tyra would say.. turn the dagger around and think about why you are lashing out at others. [I've been watching too much ANTM lately] I will admit, that when I get together with the wife, we can be some pretty snarky bitches. At least our 'humor' is for our ears only.

When I started this post, I hadn't really thought out where I wanted my written voice to go. I let things flow very organically.. [again, hippie upbringing.. don't judge me] I think we as women are so hard on ourselves, and you can blame it on a multitude of reasons in this day and age. Unhealthy models gracing editorials and runways. The popularity of plastic surgery. The visceral need to fit in. But today, I want you to put aside the negative thoughts, and embrace what you love about yourself. It can be anything-physically, emotionally, spritually. I'll go first: I love my curves. I love my eyes. I love that my body can still function after years of too much partying. I love my sense of humor. I love that my upbringing has given me a sense of respect and courtesy. I love my determination and resolve to venture out on my own in the business world and work hard to carve out my own special niche. I love being unique.

Your turn. Let em rip kids!

[x]m.

[UPDATE]
The M was a little fussy that he didn't get credit for these lovely photos.. He was the one who suggested that I trespass just a little onto the neighbors property where these gorgeous bamboo plants were located. Luckily, no one was home and I did my best not to bend or break any. Just as a side note, any photos of me are taken by the M unless I specifically talk about hanging out with my tripod. Usually any photos not of me, are taken by me. FYI before you buy.

color me inspired

2010-08-19T15:08:00.000-07:00

As I work towards getting my new studio space up and running, I've turned towards my large supply of inspiration images I've kyped off the internet for ideas on decor, storage and layout. Unfortunately, I'm a bad blogger and haven't saved the links for these photos. However, I stalk Design Sponge and Apartment Therapy religiously, so the chances are quite high that these images were from those websites.

[love the magnetic strips, 'handmade with love' letters, and this made me seriously debate getting a high work table]

[sweating that bag something fierce; love the floating shelves, but hate putting them up]

[this reminds me of my parents office.. though more organized. family memorabilia mixed in with office storage]

[eclectic paradise]

[another high table, plus simple mod tool storage-yes please]

[again-love the magnetic square, plus I'm pretty sure my life could benefit from that sign]

[MY ABSOLUTE WET DREAM OF AN OFFICE. Seriously in heavy lust over here]

If anyone has the links for any of these, please let me know and I'll update the post with the sources. I'm also not responsible for any drooling or heavy panting these photos cause.. Also, does anyone know where I can get vintage/pre loved rugs that aren't scary/disgusting? And also aren't extremely expensive? Grasses in advance.

[x]m.

ps... just came across this transformation, and I'm officially obsessed. Did I mention there's going to be a chalkboard wall in the smaller of the offices?

the most comfortable wedges in existence.

2010-08-18T20:10:00.000-07:00

Let me preface these photos with a quick story. I have wide feet. I don't know how we as women have evolved from those narrow skis 'vintage' women had because our feet haven't also become webbed, so alas, the purpose seems lost to me. I know some females still possess those insane 2" ball widths, but you ladies are freaks, and will soon die out. Obviously my malice comes from jealousy, since I've had to pass up HEAPS of perfect vintage hoof shields due to my foot girth. So, really, don't take my bitterness to heart you strange narrow feet women.... Back to my stubs. My feet also sweat a disgusting amount. No matter the temperature or constraint of my shoe choice [although my Hunter boots seem to create a swamp vacuum that creates puddles for my shoes to wade IN, since apparently they were jealous of the mini lakes the boots were splashing through on the outside.] my feet will act like they just ran a marathon and dumped every glass of hydrating liquid onto themselves instead of in. Which is such a farce because they are well aware of the fact that I will never try to convince my body running that obscene amount is a good idea. I can only enjoy running when I'm playing basketball, or when 'Grounds for Divorce' by the group Elbow comes on my ipod. Amanda is on crack when she says how great it is.

So. With that back story you can understand my defense of my Cynthia Vincent wedges. I love those things.. mostly because of how comfortable they are, but also because I got them before the blogosphere became ruthlessly enamored with them. During one of my many "I'm only here to get face wash and toilet paper, but inevitably I'll walk out with new shoes, tights, a dress, and makeup" Target trips, I came across those lovelies, and tossed them into my basket [because getting a cart is just ASKING for trouble] after a quick trial run up and down the aisle, past the middle aged lady giving me the thrice over each way. Obviously, I had an annoyingly smug mug on when I saw ladies feverishly bidding on ebay for the same gems I was gallivanting around town in. Today, I'm here to promote the public service announcement that being a gloating fashion pig will ALWAYS come back to haunt you. I wore those same wedges on the trip out to Seattle.. and the next day with the adorable dress you will see soon [or have already seen because your a text skimmer. shame on you] Another quick back story.. the M's friends whom we were visiting in the rainy city live near a lake about 5 miles north of downtown, in a very fit neighborhood. Seriously, I don't think I ever saw anyone merely walking but us. Now.. I'll admit this was inspiring. It made me go for a run on the first night there. As I stated earlier, I hate running, but this area just infected me with the active spirit. Fast forward to the next day, I'm dressed in my comfortable, chic wedges, with my funky vintage dress, polyester of course, which was a semi sheer black with a tiny white flying bird outline print. [see: last photo]. I can't even articulate the stares of disgust and hatred I got when I waltzed into the Starbucks near the bus stop mere blocks from the M's friends casa. Everyone else was garbed in sweat proof, wick the moisture immediately off your body clothing, and obviously thought I was a lost soul who was definitely not welcome in their local establishment. I felt like a flamboyantly dressed gay men who had just sashayed into an old western saloon. I grinned through it, and even tossed a few "I know you're just jealous and that's why my back is burning with your jealous stare" looks over my shoulders, but it still unnerved me to no end. I appreciated the jolt being around all those active people gave my exercise ambition, but I could never live in such a place that would frown on creative dress like that.

Wow, I'm not so great with the quick back stories huh? Two large paragraphs, and still no photos. I'm sorry... really.. no really.. I kind of.. sort of.. not really am. Basically long story [HA] short, I started out the day in my wedges. Reminder.. my feet sweat. And these shoes are leather [...ish]. The constant wear, plus the added moisture caused the material to stretch, and my feet to constantly slide up and down in the shoe. Which caused painful blisters. Which caused me to perhaps impulsively purchase a pair of vintage Frye boots which were .. snug on my feet. I blamed the heat, plus the ferocious size of my hoofs after being tortured by walking around all day in the heat. However, they were 7.5's [my size] and I knew I could sell them in case I didn't end fancying them. Let's just say they were a GODSEND that day, but made me want to chop off my feet in NYC, so they will be ending up in the shop soon. All this to explain why I wasn't wearing the most comfortable wedges in existence, and to shut the M up.

I was going to say 'thanks for reading through all those excruciatingly long paragraphs to get to the photos.. but let's be honest, any one who comes to my blog, likes what they see, and comes back for more, appreciates the written word just as much, if not more so than the pretty pictures. But still.. as I was reading through the puppy [aka uterus] comments, and even the first Seattle thoughts.. I got a lil teary eyed. [blame it on the hormones]. I call you guys 'kids' for a reason. I really don't like when other bloggers refer to the repeat offenders commenting on their blog their 'readers'.. I guess it sounds subservient to me. That's why I like to think of you guys as my homies... my friends. I've been lucky enough to meet a few in person thus far, and have formed real friendships with those [un]lucky gals as well as a handful more that I have yet to meet. I have such a personal and outspoken blog and anyone who comments usually does so because they can relate, and expressively so. I can't being to tell you how much that means to me.. that people love my angry rants, but can also regale me with stories of their own. I've said it before, but I'll take quality over quantity any day. I'd rather have 10 full paragraph comments from people I respect and admire, than 30 "cute shoes!" statements. If all you like is my shoes.. that's ok. But leave me a piece of your soul to fulfill my requirements. Please and thank you.

[x]m.

sleepless in seattle

2010-08-18T10:08:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the vacation style files.. I need to be careful with my rationing since I definitely did not get photos of my outfits every day. I think I might have 4 total? Thank goodness I have filler photos of the M and landmarks.. and of course my brilliant wit and banter. The above photo became a theme for me on the trip. When the M would grab his iphizzle to snag a photo, I would in turn snap a picture of his shot. Innovative, no? Quick back story about the beginning of our trip.. we were supposed to leave on a Saturday, but got a slap in the face when our flight was canceled Friday night. Mother N can really be a snatch sometimes.. Due to torrential downpours in a few major cities, our plane was stolen for another flight. Milwaukee airport was shut down, as was Atlanta. After some gentle suggestion from a friend on facebook, I was very nice to the Delta customer service representative, but it didn't help because there were literally no flights she could get us on. It was quite frustrating seeing as how we were all packed and ready to hit the road. Needless to say, Saturday was a waste. I was happy to be able to sleep in the next morning, cuz let's be honest, a morning person I am NOT, but it took a day off our vacation and that didn't sit well with me.

Our Sunday flight had been moved to the literal buttcrack of dawn, but in spite of that, I still tried to inject some style into my traveling outfit. White stretch jeans, a comfy AA v neck tee, and my favorite wedges THAT ARE REALLY COMFORTABLE DESPITE WHAT THE M SAYS [more on that with the next outfit]. I didn't even have to wear my 'crazy cat lady' sign around my neck, since my jeans were kind enough to carry every single hairball out of my apt. After awhile, I just gave up trying to get it off, since my grubby hands were making my jeans dingy. When will I learn not to wear white clothes??

The one nice thing about such an early flight was that we got to Seattle with enough time to enjoy the day... the beautiful, HUMID FREE, sunny, clear day. Since our last attempt at checking out the space needle was thwarted by the dreaded fog, we decided to not take any chances and headed there straight from lunch at the 5 spot [if you visit Seattle, you MUST eat there. aaaaaamazing food] So glad that we did because the views were pristine!

[I love taking these photos.. even though I had to stare down a kid taking his time looking through the damn binoculars]

Have I mentioned how much I love my lensbaby? The M isn't a huge fan because it takes some getting used to.. I love how it can transform an ordinary photo into something eye catching and interesting.

I've spent far too long composing this post, helped with America's Next Top Model breaks, so it's time to pry my fingers off the keyboard and get to work painting and setting up my new studio. Did I mention I hate painting? And before any of you kids squack how much you love it, unless you are willing to drive, fly, crawl over to my place to help, I don't want to hear it. Admit it, you missed me.

[x]m.

back in the uterus

2010-08-17T12:33:00.000-07:00

Hello kids. Surprise surprise, I have been a major slacker on the posting front.. I've tried to sit down and force one out a time or two.. but I have been... distracted. Life takes precedence over blogging. Even if I don't want to deal with things in my life, I don't have the brain capacity to give you a post that lives up to typical Merl standards. So today.. I'm going to cheat. No this isn't my college math class. I guess you could say I'm bringing in reinforcements because the star player is out with a sprained heart. And who can get angry with me for the lack of outfits when I show you these faces??

Meet Kip..

& Louise.

They are half sisters (same papa) and are a mix of lab, collie, german shepard and... other breeds. I'm sure my sister or mom will correct me, but they are basically mutts. Louise is a dead ringer for my old dog Emma.. the resemblance heightened when she stuck by me on the walk down the driveway. Funny story: my parents went to get 1 dog. The crew [people who work at my parents flower farm] had started placing bets on just how many pupps would come home with them. Some said one, some said 3, but Todd was, as always, correct in predicting that two new dogs would join the family. Kip and Louise are adorable and, like every other young animal, very good at getting into trouble. Shoes, paper, my toes and each other are suitable chew toys to them. I haven't been around an animal so young that they can't understand my angry tone of voice. Sunday night, I heard them crying from my mom's room around 12:30 and since I was still up, I took them outside to piddle and then back up to my bedroom to wear themselves out. Kip was out like a light, but Louise kept crawling around and whining. She would get comfortable, then 45 seconds later she'd army wiggle to another corner and grunt her displeasure. I kept picking her up to sit in my lap, and sternly ask her to stay put. Finally, I just let her wiggle herself to sleep.. on my pillow. She's lucky she is so damn cute.

[Mac, aka the grumpy uncle who Kip is desperately trying to befriend]

[Todd, {the 7th member of our family, and the butchest gay man I know} showing off his modeling skillz; My beautiful mama]

[Uncle Fatty.. who is not actually 'Uncle Fatty' but our neighbors cat, whom everyone calls Uncle Fatty... I can't begin to describe the farm and what goes on there]

The reason I entitled this post 'back in the uterus' is because that's how I feel about my parents farm. The wife got a big kick out of this, so I'm afraid it's gonna stick. Basically I feel like I'm in a warm bubble of love where I don't have to deal with the outside world, and I can just decompose for awhile. It's incredibly hard to leave the bubble, especially when the real world isn't exactly welcoming you back with open arms. However, I've never been one to run from my problems, as my mom joked, at times we are the problem. What can I say? We are alpha females. Hear me roar. Bring it on world.. I got my fighting eyes on.

[x]m.

tell me how you REALLY feel

2010-08-12T11:25:00.000-07:00

Don't mind me, I'm just going to pick your brains. You know that saying "you can pick your nose, you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your friend's noses" ? Well for once, I'm playing by the rules and leaving your shnaaaze [sound it out] alone, cuz instead I'm gunning for that grey matter taking up space in between your ears. The question I am needing you kid's input on is in regards to Etsy photos. As I gear up to move the shop into my new studio space, and become better organized and motivated as far as bidness is concerned, I'm making lists like they are going out of style to stay on track. I plan on purchasing some studio lights because the room where photos will be taking place has no window, thus no great natural light. I had a lot of fun shooting and styling my first mini lookbook for mo vintage, but I'm planning on expanding and listing more items in that shop, which would make photographing all of them for the lookbook quite an ordeal. Here's the first part of my question post today: Do you like seeing clothes/accessories on a model or mannequin more? I style the outfits similarly on both, but I've been ping ponging in my brain which I like more. Do you find that you compare yourself to the model and not focus on the clothes? On a mannequin, your sole attention is on the clothes and how they lay/fit. However, on a person, the clothes might feel more 'alive'... or I could be taking out of my ass on that one.

Also, I've been very adamant about using only clothing and accessories that are available for purchase, as well as utilizing jewelry from clyde's rebirth. That way, if someone falls in love with an entire outfit, and are quick on their toes, they can purchase everything they see. Currently, all my etsy photos for clyde's rebirth are clean, white, and show a lot of detail. I like the professional appearance, but I'm interested to hear what you guys think.. should I keep the clean white photos or photograph the pieces on a model? Maybe a mixture of both?

Scanning back over my post, my questions are very similar. In a nut shell: do you like seeing clothing/accessories/jewelry on a model or a mannequin or a mixture of both? Let me have it kids..

[x]m.