WIWT - What I Wore Two Days

In January, my vibrant friend Aurora issued a challenge to myself and another friend of ours, Jennifer Emerling to take this adorable Miss Alphabet dress and style it up in this friendly fashionblogwar. 

War on.

 

WIWT

Miss Alphabet Dress

Xhilaration cardigan with sequins!

Uniform leggings

Jacqueline Ferrar bow heels

Fortune Cookie necklace from Claires

Teapot and teacup rings from Claires

Rhinestone heart ring from Stella

Justin Bieber hair clip made by the unstoppable Cho

Makeup:

Urban Decay Woodstock

Urban Decay Fishnet

Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer Potion

Lime Crime Circus Girl

Cargo Blu Ray Mascara

Lime Crime Airborn Unicorn

Benefit Hello Flawless Powder Cover Up

I loved the way this dress made my boobs look.  I don't have the most gigantic boobs, so the fact that it made me look like I did was a winner winner tofurkey dinner.

I also loved that the dress matched my BIEBSY clip.  Fuck yeah, Bieber.

The night started at Iron Bird Cafe where I me up with Cho, Nicole and Michael and I scarfed down an Animal's Revolt wrap before Pecha Kucha started.

We then dodged raindrops across the street to Fulton 55, which has the best bathrooms.  Ever.

And I took one last shot before Cho and I confused, and then rickrolled the Pecha Kuchagoers.

DAY TWO! A bonus.

It was sunny, and I had new leggings.  Bam.

WIWT

Arizona sweater

Bow sunglasses from Claires

Denim Skirt... no clue what the hell it is...

Mixit floral leggings

Tim Lincecum On Your Neck pearl necklace (made by me)

Gray TOMS
Makeup:
Nothing but Benefit You Rebel Lite

Michael and I went to Woodward Park and got progressively more and more winded as we walked directly up every hill we encountered.  So we sat on shit. Like trees.  And rocks.  With plaques on them that have the Frenchs mustard logo emblazoned upon them.  Yeah, we were confused too.  

Weird fucking Fresno, that one.

I Lava Timmy.

It's pretty well known.  I don't know why I'm actually writing this, its not like I'll ever have a day where I'll wake up and say "oh life is so bleak, I wish I could think of some sexy athlete to obsess over."  It's kinda second nature now.  Breathe in, think about Timmy dancing on top of a Jaguar in a Whitesnake video.  Breathe out, plan ways to let Timmy know I exist. 

Wait, you say you may not quite remember who I'm talking about? (do you know me at all?!)  Well let me introduce you.

Tim Lincecum of the San Francisco Giants.  I'm pretty sure some day we'll be an item and the tabloids will call him Tim Burly.  But I'd honestly settle for just a restraining order, those can be more lasting than relationships anyway.

Talk about Cy YUM.

Anyway, it started silly-like, I put a few pictures of him on my derby helmet so I could use him as my spirit animal in times of trouble.

(With Buster Posey, what a stud!)

Than came the Lincecumderwear, an idea of Aurora's that I couldn't pass up.

Photo by Jennifer Emerling

A little Timmy figurine that goes everywhere I go and has adventures with me.

Little known fact you won't find on his Wikipedia, he's Charlie Sheen's conscience.

And the Timmy Shirt, 20 bucks, but damn, I had to have it once I saw it...

Photo by Jennifer Emerling

...and the inevitable Timmy Hair Clip...

Photo by... you got it.  That little minx Jennifer Emerling.

But today I created possibly the pièce de résistance of my collection of growing insanity...

A Tim Lincecum Pearl Necklace.

Yes, it is lewd.

Yes, it is crude.

And OMIGOD, Timmy, you'll you'll love this when we finally meet and you look in my rabidfancrazy eyes.  Because you'll be high.You'll probably love it so much you'll want to give me your own.  I won't object.

AKA the Tim Lincecum On Your Neck.

I lava you hard, Timmy.  Oh, and I think you're a pretty great pitcher, too.