a t shirt can be so important
hi pals! i just got back from a quick trip to san antonio, where i ate my favorite banh mi (singh’s) and watched the l word gen q finale (horrible/amazing) w my friend ema. i was supposed to go to houston next but that’s now happening later this week, so i’m back in austin, watching miss congeniality and drinking a smoothie.
i haven’t online shopped since my big candle purchase, plsssss clap, but i did do something akin to that parenting technique where they tell you to swap out a “bad” item your kid is playing with for a “good” item, and it ended up saving me money. let me explain: i’d been craving a new online ceramics tee, but i am very much trying not to be a dumb online shopping bitch this month as i book some travel/deal w car expenses. however, i never said anything about being a dumb IN-PERSON shopping bitch, which is what led to me purchasing The Perfect Stupid Tie-Dye T-Shirt at lo fi vintage last weekend with my friend amalie:
The Perfect Stupid Tie-Dye T-Shirt, $24 at lo-fi vintage
i am trying to dress a little more masc these days (or, more accurately, i’m trying to dress more like a suburban stoner bro from the ‘90s/like one of the guys cher horowitz refuses to fuck in clueless bc they dress too badly), and this store is great for vintage tees, pants that actually fit me, overalls that don’t make me feel like ugly zooey deschanel, the odd puffer jacket, and other things i want to be wearing right now.
the minute i saw this shirt, i reached for it; i got the nod from amalie, which isn’t surprising, because she’s a very supportive shopper, but i could tell we both actually liked it. i wore it on a Hot Girl Errands Excursion the other day—aka what im forced call leaving the house in order to not succumb to depressive hermit syndrome—with bike shorts and my ganni jacket, and it worked, but it’s actually shining most as a lazing-around shirt right now.
this shirt makes me feel like ben, of ben and jerry’s fame. (or jerry. whichever.) or bernie sanders as a young hot daddy in ‘70s vermont. or like, that one girl from high school who was popular and on the track team but actually really nice and always lent you her notes and smelled good and looking back on it you realize she was 100% a dyke too and what were you thinking? i’ve worn it two days in a row, but like, in a non-depresso way, so: dope purchase, no regrets.
currently watching: miss congeniality, one piece of copaganda i refuse to part with
currently reading: homebodies by tembe denton-hurst (so FUCKING GOOD and a must-read if you’ve ever worked in ~women’s media~), with dykette by jenny fran davis on deck. it’s good book season babey!
currently listening to: i drove all night by celine dion so i can learn it for karaoke purposes (normal)
bye :)