Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Vintage Sweater Wrap Sweater with Pockets 70s Green With Belt

Vintage Sweater Wrap Sweater with Pockets 70s Green With Belt


The name on the label says: 

Kimlon by RBK Importers, 100% Acrylic, Handwash only, Made in Taiwan

Measurements: 

Chest Width: 
20.5 inches
Length: 
29.5 inches
From Under the armpit to the sleeve hem: 
14 inches
Shoulder Width:
28.5 inches

Nice vintage condition, slight wear, but nothing too bad to tell you about.

$44.99 
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Thursday, May 7, 2015

Vintage Dress GENO California Long Mod Colorful


$50

Vintage Dress GENO California Long Mod Colorful 

This is a pretty awesome colorful dress made by Geno California. It beautiful and vibrant. It has a zipper along the back and around the neckline in the back it has sewn in beads. Truly spectacular. The colors are purple, orange, yellow and black 

The label with the fabric content is missing but it's made of a very sturdy material. It could be a cotton/linen blend, all I know is that it feels like it's great quality

Chest: 17 inches on one side
Waist: 15 inches on one side
Length: 58 inches
Hips: 22 inches on one side.





Thursday, April 16, 2015

Vintage Jumpsuit Spaghetti Straps with Jacket



$40


Vintage Jumpsuit with Matching Jacket

The tag is missing so I can't tell you who made it. It seems to be made of a Polyester and Nylon blend. The pants are not straight leg, they seem to tapper at the ankle. From the measurements it may be a small. 

Condition is very good. No stains or tears.

Measurements:

Jacket: 36 inches across the chest. 34 Inches in Length and the inseam on the sleeve is 14 inches. 

Jumpsuit: 

Across the chest it measures 27 inches unstretched

Waist: 24 inches unstretched

The inseam on the paints measures to 31 inches.

Please contact me if you want a more detailed measurement.




Wednesday, April 15, 2015

For all the brave sensitive souls out there by Sarah Harvey

For all my fellow empaths... be brave..soft doesn't necessarily mean weak.  

I will never be a well behaved woman.

I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full moon with a bottle of summer red in my palms.

I would rather have kids when it suits me, not when society expects or throws shoulds.

I would rather live in a hammock on a beach for six months, and write like my soul means it.

I would rather be horribly broke at times, than married to a job because a mortgage payment has my ass on a hook.

I would rather own moments, than investments.

I would rather eat alone, than sit with women who bore me at “Wives’ Night.”

I would rather swim naked with bioluminescence, have it fall like fireflies from my hair, my breasts, my back.

I would rather do handstands naked in the moonlight when no one’s watching than pick bridesmaid dresses.

I would rather drink seven year old rum from a sandy bottle, smell of smoke and ash than sit in church.

I would rather learn from life than rack up debt, in a desk.

I would rather drink the ocean, again and again—celebrate being madly alive.

I would rather my love be defined by love itself, and nothing more or less.

I don’t need a ring on my finger to prove that I am in love.

I would rather take the chicken bus, than spend useless money in safe gated communities. Sit beside a goat, listen to raggaeton and eat green mango with sugar in a plastic bag sold from the woman who harasses the bus each time it stops.

I do not need a degree to prove that I am intelligent.

I do not need to own a piece of earth with some wood on top of it—to feel successful. No one truly owns the land, anyway—we just think we do.

My savings account has diddly to do with my richness.

I would rather sprawl my single ass out like a lioness each morning and enjoy each corner of my empty bed.

I will take a job I love and freedom over a pension, any day.

I will not work and work and work to live when my body is old and I am tired.

Stocks are for people who get boners from money.

Not everyone should have kids, and my eggs aren’t expiring.

I will not drink the societal Kool-Aid on a bus, nor will I drink it on a train.

Not on a plane, with a goat, in the rain, in the dark, in a tree, with a fox, in a box!

I will not jump through societies’ hoops and red tape, the treasure hunt in the rat race we chase.

If we must have milestones—mine will be measured by how much joy I have collected at the end of each day and how often in this life I have truly, deeply, opened.

Seek, see, love, do.


By Jane Robinson 


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Fuck my anxiety

I was out on one of my estate sailing trips yesterday when my GPS led me to a huge Home Depot.  I figured I'd go inside since I was there already.  I needed to look at a few things..

What I forgot was... that it was Saturday and this huge Home Depot was loaded with people inside.  I hadn't realized what I had done until my body temperature shot up.  I was holding this super charged coffee made by sweet little Ecuadorian lady in my neighborhood.  It was strong.

My anxiety came crawling up my back like a snake and whispered in through my hair into my ear..  "You slipped up and here I am to play the fight or flight game with you.  I won't let you escape me this time, telling me to go away won't work.  That coffee you just drank was loaded with caffeine and it just intensifies what I'm about to do to you."  I felt him wrapping around my neck and tightening up every time I looked around at the people walking past me.  I think they know I'm about to pass out, just look at your phone Michelle.  Ignore him..I was going to pass out here.. At Home Depot.. while looking at tile.    This is it...

Then I remembered who the fuck I was.

I did what I've been doing for the past 2 years, I fought back.  I kept walking around looking at tile, I kept breathing.. I kept busy.   I just had to remind this snake that I'm in charge and I came here to look at tiles and paint swatches.   It was hard but I got my swatches and booked towards the front door as fast as possible.   As soon as the doors opened and I felt the wind on my face my whole demeanor changed and I was ok.  The snake was gone and I could breath.

Since I discovered I had a panic disorder in 2011 I've learned what triggers it and I try to avoid those places as much as possible.  I know I could pop a pill everyday and not worry about this happening, easy right?   I don't want any chemical in my brain unless it's absolutely needed.   I sip on water, I breath, I wash dishes.... It's a brain trip.  I didn't have my headphones at Home Depot because if I did I would of plugged them into my iphone and listened to music the whole time I was in there.  That always works..music is a great counteract er to my anxiety.

So I calmed down and drove out of there but a panic attack doesn't come with extra consequences for me.   It downed my mood for the day and I was tired.  Believe it or not you use up a lot of yourself fighting these.   Add this to it being a New Moon Eclipse and I was not a happy camper.   I ended up spending the day with my best friends and everything went awesome.  Change your scenery and find people to laugh with.

So fuck you anxiety.  It's been 3 years and each year I win a little more and soon I'm going to grab that snake by his neck and bite his head off.   Spit that shit out like a G.



Sunday, March 8, 2015

It's all in the stars

It's Sunday...  I look back to a year ago today and I see so much has changed.   I'm happier... My heart if full today.   I got that full tank feeling.    I feel all this planetary energy around working so hard to guide my way.   Sounds corny if you are not into Astrology, it's ok.

Today completes a very sad week that somehow turned itself around to a week of love.  When you come from a place of love and sincerity, how can anyone turn you away for that?   It took us losing one of us to realize how connected we all are to each other.   We may not speak for years but blood is thicker than water.   I'm so happy that we were all able to look forward and let go of the past.   I've missed them all...

They are my tribe.. these are my people.   These people know me and even understand me.   As I do them...

So this week was sad because we lost my aunt but it was good because it brought us back together.   We've all grown so much and I think it's going to be nice to get to know everyone all over again.