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Kelly: Dis ma new coat. It reminds me of Ms. Onassis. Rest assured, I will not wear it with nearly so much class and dignity. In fact, I might cut out dignity altogether. Jackie Oh no she did not get that for eight dollars!

Nicole: While Kelly sasses up her class, I’m gonna class up my trash.  I think it’s quite possible my newly thrifted leather bustier once belonged to a 90’s hooker.

K: I got this coat with Kim and Bethany in Mountain Home last week. We hit up St. Vincent’s something fierce, and I walked away with this union-made, mink-collared beauty. And yes, I was for real, only $7.99. Scores like this make the hand-cramps that come from carrying too many hangers at a thrift store all worthwhile.

N: Not to mention the gross gray hanger fingers…eww.

N: Friday was my 25th birthday (who-hoo! Quarter of a century!), so got myself a prezie! I picked up the bustier from Vice Versa on Bedford, because really, what screams “every day I wake up it feel like my fucking birfday” quite like white leather?

K: My birthday isn’t for another month, so it was a wonderful surprise when Bethany gave me this jangley Middle Eastern necklace last week. I marvel at Bethany’s unflinching generosity. She inspires me to be more willing to part with my treasures. I love how this necklace reads like elaborate costume jewelry and makes music whenever I move. I also love the contrast of skinny jeans, suede shirt, and bold antique silver next to such a soft, ladylike coat.

N: Kelly designed and made me this ah-mazing beaded fringe necklace for our 10 year boo-iversary.  I love how it modernized my ultra-90’s high-waisted pants and bustier combo. I also love how the blue really pops against the solid red bottom half and otherwise red and white palate.

K: Our day trip to Mountain Home was much-needed salve for my soul. The cold landscape, hot tea, gracious hosts, and pickled eggs gave me clarity and perspective in an otherwise trying time in my life.

N: I am jealous of your escapade and the awesome scores and photos that came with it.  Luckily for me my roommate and I are going upstate today to do a little thrifting.  The hurricane has really turned the flow of the city upside down in every way.  While I am  grateful to have made it through the storm with nothing but an inconvenient commute for a few days, it will still be nice to get away from this crazy town for an afternoon.  Pictures to come of what we find!

K: Just don’t blow your wad before I get there on December 1st, mmmmkay?

N: Not unless it’s buying something for your December 2nd birthday!

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Approximately one year ago, I FU‘d for the first time. Back then, I had such grand ideas about what the year ahead would bring. That I would be able to do anything, and everything, at once. That I would not trip up, and fall. Now that I am in the future also (nod to Mike Birbiglia) all I can do is laugh, at myself. In a dark and rueful sort of way.

This year was brutal, of a scorched earth variety (pack). In my life and in the lives of those around me: apocalypse in all arenas. All extant weak spots in relationships, partnerships, habits became blights that burned out the sky or broke the back of the camel, so to speak. Until nothing remains but heavy change, and a little hope for a brighter future built on firmer stuff (because really f*ck this year).

In latin, “beatus” means happy or fortunate or blissful. In the Bible, as a cruel twist of fate/root word, the Beatitudes are written for anyone but. They are written for the me, for the we. Though not religious, I now identify with the passages wrought so beautifully in iron script on the door to the Cathedral of the Rockies. Eternal maxims for rough times.

Blessed are the poor in spirit.

Blessed are the meek.

Blessed are the pure.

Blessed are the persecuted. 

Blessed are they which hunger.

Blessed are they that mourn.

Blessed are the merciful.

Blessed are the peacemakers.

Photos by the unbelievably spectacularly beautiful Bethany Walter.

Outfit:

Banana Republic lace camisole (thrift store $2). Anne Klein II silk tie-waist skirt (thrift store, $3). Hugo Buscati Collection red silk jacket (thrift store, $3-never worn, with original tags). Tibetan turquoise, coral and beaded breastplate ($140, Armor Bijoux, the ethnic and vintage jewelry collection by Bethany Walter). Frye Boots dorado short ($200, after $200 parental figures gift).

Now, may we embark on the journey of restoreth-ing our souls.

For more cheap fashion and what-nots by Jessica, check out her other blog love, Cheep

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I would rather dress out of place than commonplace. It is certainly uncomfortable at times to stand out and risk the occasional snarky comment or stare. I figure dressing to stand out is great practice for not caring about what other people think. And, someday I think the thick skin and the courage I gain from this practice will come in handy. Dressing commonplace would only have the benefit of blending in.

Sweater dress, silver metalic leggings, Afghani vintage silver bracelet, Turkmen necklace, gray leather clutch purse, and gray leather ankle boots (Sci-Fi fashion)

Sweater dress, silver metalic leggings, Afghani vintage silver bracelet, Turkmen necklace, gray leather clutch purse, and gray leather ankle boots

XL sweater dress: Stan Sport, thrift store, $2.50
Vintage Turkmen silver necklace: Armor Bijoux
Silver metallic leggings: Wet Seal, 4+ years ago
Leather ankle boots: Report, some boutique 4+ years age
Leather vintage clutch: Genuine Leather, thrift store, $6.5o

Photographer: Jeanne Von Giltzow

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