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What I Wore Today: Tacky Christmas Sweater Tee

This is my second “What I Wore Today” post this week, deal with it.

My brain has been a big pile of mush as of lately so the best I can do is post pictures, write short paragraphs and watch squirrels play in the yard.

However, this is a very special “What I Wore Today” post because I’m wearing a kick-ass t-shirt from New Orleans t-shirt company, Skip N’ Whistle.

I’m a big fan of their “Tacky X-mas Sweater T-Shirt” series, which is currently for sale on Fab.

My tee has dancing reindeer on it, but other shirts include prancing cats, dinoasaurs and combative unicorns.

HOW MANY SHIRTS DO YOU HAVE WITH COMBATIVE UNICORNS ON IT, HUH?

I bet you NONE!

Since “fall is hotter than balls” (Austin’s new official city slogan), I’m digging that I don’t actually have to wear a tacky X-mas sweater to wear a tacky X-mas sweater in the holiday season.

On a side note, I suck MAJOR ASS as taking selfsies. How the hell do you teenyboppers do it? It took me hours to get a shot that I liked (more…)

November 9, 2012 by hipstercrite

Fashion/Design, Hipstercrite Life

What Happens in New Orleans, Stays in New Orleans

Last week I lost twelve hours of my life. Those twelve hours were spent throwing up what looked like a mangled midget, but was instead jambalaya and one Pat O’Brien’s Hurricane.

I’m not much of a drinker (except for when I was 22 and drank myself to sleep on a regular basis and wrote emo diary entries about how no one loved me), but wanted to participate in the intoxicated fun of New Orleans’ Bourbon Street on my first visit to the magical city with my mother and our friend Margie. Each of us indulged in a Hurricane in the romantic courtyard of Pat O’Briens and enjoyed a pre-Fall evening in the jovial atmosphere of the French Quarter. We got tipsy, but no one was fall down drunk. We come from a lineage of non-drinkers and all my mother can handle is a few sips before falling into a giggle fit, then sleep.

We traversed the relatively tame crowd of Bourbon Street back to our hotel in the Warehouse District. Last week, the city was full of middle-aged men with pot bellies and polo shirts (more…)

October 8, 2012 by hipstercrite