tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47209127794638342442024-03-13T23:28:40.548-05:00Fashion DebrisJulie's personal style blog featuring fun daily fashion articles and photos. Julie Meowmeowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01254064744181947804noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720912779463834244.post-40505439038438467472013-07-07T17:04:00.000-05:002013-07-07T17:04:17.815-05:00Exploring the Galaxy for Trouble!I watched Return of the Jedi for the first time in forever yesterday, and was inspired to wear my Calvin and Hobbes wagon/Han and Chewie Millennium Falcon shirt.<br />
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Celebrating two of the greatest partnerships in fiction!<br />
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<br />Julie Meowmeowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01254064744181947804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720912779463834244.post-17430748103444737532013-06-29T14:08:00.001-05:002013-06-29T14:08:57.424-05:00I Love Nail Stickers.I am, as a rule, lazy as crap. If there is a shortcut, I'm going to take it. Sometimes, the shortcut is even better than the long way around. <br />
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I suck at painting nails, and I'm way too cheap to get a weekly . . . or monthly . . . manicure, so when nail stickers came out, I was all in. Sally Hansen was the first brand to popularize the printed, peel off/stick on nail polishes, and though they were kind of expensive ($8 and up, depending on the brand), they can last a couple of weeks if applied and maintained properly. Well worth it!<br />
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This is the first time I've used the Essie Sleek Stick nail applique, and I love it! They have a cool raised texture, and seem to be very well adhered to my fingernail. <br />
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<i>Essie Sleek Stick pattern: "So Haute"</i><br />
<i>Ring: Claire's (yes I shop there)</i><br />
<i>Spiked Bracelet: Forever 21</i><br />
<i>Leaf/Chevron Bracelet: Vintage </i><br />
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Julie Meowmeowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01254064744181947804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720912779463834244.post-14254511370733231682013-06-02T11:03:00.000-05:002013-06-02T11:37:21.462-05:00To Buy or Not to Buy?There they were; there on the clearance rack, a pair of Converse sneakers. Ultra low top and canvas in a dark grapey shade of purple. I picked them up, imagining (as I often do with possible purchases) what I could wear them with and when. With sassy printed shorts on jaunts around the city? Of course. Slipping them on with a pair of red skinny jeans to hang out at the Bottletree? Naturally. Heck, I would even dare to match the purple wonders with a black skirt and white dress shirt at work, a playful and marginally suitable exchange for my usual colorful flats. With my classic sneaks, the sky was the limit.<br />
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But alas. I reviewed the other two shoeboxes tucked under my arm. One was a pair of black sandals I had chosen for a weekend wedding, and the other a comfy and pretty brown leather flat I could wear anywhere. My budget would not stretch to a third, less necessary pair. So, with a little sigh and final longing gaze, I replaced the sneakers on the shelf and made my more sensible purchases.<br />
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But the purple Converses haunted me like a fashionable ghost. Deciding on my daily pair of shoes that week, I would think back on them, imagining they would look perfect with whatever I was wearing, their absence felt in my closet. Lunch time at work found me pondering a trip up to the store, skipping lunch out for a few days to justify my purchase.<br />
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Finally, finally I couldn't take it anymore. The next week I used visiting a friend as an excuse to pop into the nearby store, just to see if the shoes were as wonderful as I remembered. I headed back to the clearance rack, my purchase guaranteed.<br />
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I scoured the size sevens. Back and forth I paced. Maybe I just wasn't seeing them, maybe someone put them back in the wrong place. <br />
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With growing despair, I knew the worst had happened. Someone had snatched up my heart's desire, and there was no one to blame but me.<br />
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My head hung, I ventured out of the store, none the wiser. Just another sad case of non-buyer's remorse.Julie Meowmeowshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01254064744181947804noreply@blogger.com0