isn't it time...

...that you paid a visit to Advanced Style? Nothing perks up a dreary November day like the notion that fabulousness only gets better with age.

this is totally my look when I dash out to the corner store

...I wish. It's more like this, with slightly more, um, economical pieces.

(via the sartorialist)

New Favorite Blog

Style Rookie is stylish, hip, very funny, and written by Tavi, a 12-year-old! She describes herself as a "garden gnome with the brain of a wind-up monkey, posture of a crotchety old hag, stare-down skills of a zombie, haircut of a little boy, and tact of Larry David." She has great, funky, and unique style, which in my middle school would have meant ostracizm to the point of serious social trauma, but seems like it's working out well for her so far. I think she might be a better blogger than me, and I'm trying not to be jealous of the young one. Or as she would put it, "jeals."

Here's just one sample of her zingyness:

There's something sentimental about this time of year which I'm not ready to give up just to go back to condescending teachers, petty drama, ridiculous expectations, self-absorbed students, alarm clocks, B.O., disgusting and nausea-causing amounts of Axe, and really smelly Messy Josephs (BAM, totez just described middle school in one, huge, run-on sentence. I could take the easy way out and use one word-Hell, if you were wondering-but this is more fun.)

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