Real quick update! My Etsy site is: http://www.etsy.com/shop/Thegirlyeye
I just posted some accessories there. Happy shopping! I actually plan on updating that frequently, meaning I might as well update this one at the same time ;D
Avec l'amour,
Yeye
Friday, September 2, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The last half: The tribute
I'm hoping that by now most of you that have read the last entry would've caught the star of the tribute. If not, yikes. High waist shorts. I used to wear those bad mamajamas everyday. Not a day went by without a pair. I was highly against pants or anything that covered my legs, besides my thigh high boots. I also mentioned that I didn't fuck with accessories because I was just too old school for that shiny shit. Well, basically that's all out the window. I spend 40 hours a week at Forever 21. I spend more time there, awake at least, than I do at my own home. The dress code has become so stupid serious for no god damn reason. So instead of wearing cute shorts with stupid sweater-like leggings, I might as well just get used to the idea of pants.
Slowly but surely, I've been building my collection of harem pants. I didn't fuck with them for a while, but seriously? It's one of the most comfortable things I've ever worn. Stupid comfortable. And especially at work? Bending down and getting on ladders and shit? It works. Even though I've been to work in a short body con skirt, 10 feet above the ground on a ladder, hanging banners or some shit. I mean, do you have a banner to hang in the next 15 minutes? Probably not, man. Oh but back on track, I even invested in some of those jeggings shits and a new pair of 1/2 leopard pants. I've been wearing longer shirts with little to no silhouette at all, strange right? I'm steering towards this grunge bohemian asshole. And accessories! I've been wearing them. Slowly building up my collection of chains, crucifixes, feathers, and pendants.
But just so we're clear, I still would wear a pair of shorts over pants. All day.
But just so we're clear, I still would wear a pair of shorts over pants. All day.
Yeye
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
1/2 a bucket filled with accessories
Hmm, so you know those times where you run into an old friend at a party? You know, the friend that started hanging out with your boyfriend while you were away at work and was so judgmental about people that do or did drugs, drank alcohol, had premarital sex or liked drinking caffeine? Then come to find out that that girl turned out to be a slut and she's now the jump of the party that you saw her at? Yeah, that friend. Anyways! You know how awkward it is when you kind of get caught looking at them and don't know what to say? Yeah, that's kind of what I'm saying now. Sorry guys.
Some things have occurred within the past couple of months that, well I'll just say it, I'll get kind of upset writing and then I'll lose my focus and just stop writing. But I kind of needed this right now. So! Guess who is NOT going to be in the fashion industry after all? Moi. And I'm not bulging either. Knowing my personal limits and, well, the absolute truth, I've made up my mind to pursue a career as a psychiatrist. I'm going to finish up down here and get my Bachelors in Psychology. Hopefully, a 3.7 is achievable. Maybe higher! Eh, I know me. Fack. Anyways! As soon as I'm done with that I plan to go to a medical school for the next hand full of years to get my M.D. in Psychiatry. I can't convince myself anymore that touching clothes and kissing ass by telling overly big girls in denial of the existence of an extra large that they shouldn't wear that body con dress is what I was born to do. Visual merchandising, the field alone, has opened my eyes to a whole new world it's stupid crazy. I know that I progress each day and that I'm good at what I do. But I mean, it's just not what I want to do anymore. I'm late on bills and shit because I can't stop buying clothes. Oh! Which reminds me. Ugh, goddamnit I'll come back to that. I just want to push myself to my fullest and I think being a psychiatrist would be in the right direction, ya? Eh, you probably don't even know me. I just want to ensure myself that me and my family are going to have a good life. I'm young, so I gotta take advantage of it.
Okay, back to the buying clothing problem. I've resorted to really learning how to uniquely destroy or revive previously worn clothing. I have set up an Etsy store under the same name as my blog (thegirlyeye) and I will be selling vintage goods, handmade headbands, earrings, and perhaps necklaces. You'll notice the phases once I start posting newer accessories. Super excited for everything, honestly. I've never felt like this. Never felt so close to that warmth a close friend had told me about. I stay smiling.
I will post the remainder of the post tomorrow afternoon as soon as I get off of work. Actually, give me time to take a nap and prepare shits for dinner. The second half is a tribute. You can guess from the snap below. And if you think about the picture again, I'm wearing one big ass accessory. Oh, ha and sorry American Apparel about your muniez. But thanks for the help with the raw atmosphere in my photos ;D Thanks guys. You guys have been pretty awesome.
Some things have occurred within the past couple of months that, well I'll just say it, I'll get kind of upset writing and then I'll lose my focus and just stop writing. But I kind of needed this right now. So! Guess who is NOT going to be in the fashion industry after all? Moi. And I'm not bulging either. Knowing my personal limits and, well, the absolute truth, I've made up my mind to pursue a career as a psychiatrist. I'm going to finish up down here and get my Bachelors in Psychology. Hopefully, a 3.7 is achievable. Maybe higher! Eh, I know me. Fack. Anyways! As soon as I'm done with that I plan to go to a medical school for the next hand full of years to get my M.D. in Psychiatry. I can't convince myself anymore that touching clothes and kissing ass by telling overly big girls in denial of the existence of an extra large that they shouldn't wear that body con dress is what I was born to do. Visual merchandising, the field alone, has opened my eyes to a whole new world it's stupid crazy. I know that I progress each day and that I'm good at what I do. But I mean, it's just not what I want to do anymore. I'm late on bills and shit because I can't stop buying clothes. Oh! Which reminds me. Ugh, goddamnit I'll come back to that. I just want to push myself to my fullest and I think being a psychiatrist would be in the right direction, ya? Eh, you probably don't even know me. I just want to ensure myself that me and my family are going to have a good life. I'm young, so I gotta take advantage of it.
Okay, back to the buying clothing problem. I've resorted to really learning how to uniquely destroy or revive previously worn clothing. I have set up an Etsy store under the same name as my blog (thegirlyeye) and I will be selling vintage goods, handmade headbands, earrings, and perhaps necklaces. You'll notice the phases once I start posting newer accessories. Super excited for everything, honestly. I've never felt like this. Never felt so close to that warmth a close friend had told me about. I stay smiling.
I will post the remainder of the post tomorrow afternoon as soon as I get off of work. Actually, give me time to take a nap and prepare shits for dinner. The second half is a tribute. You can guess from the snap below. And if you think about the picture again, I'm wearing one big ass accessory. Oh, ha and sorry American Apparel about your muniez. But thanks for the help with the raw atmosphere in my photos ;D Thanks guys. You guys have been pretty awesome.
Avec beaucoup d'amour,
Yeye
Yeye
Thursday, July 21, 2011
You know what I hate? Girls that call them belly shirts.
I really do apologize for the delay in an update. It's been what, almost a month? I don't have a real hard grasp on time anymore. I've been searching for happiness in what seems to be a figment of my own imagination. But I will say that each day is getting a little bit easier. And when I say a little bit, I mean bite size.
Back to business though.
At least once during a shift I will come across a little girl asking for a belly shirt or a shirt that comes up to here, pointing at the bottom of their AAA cup b00biez. I try not to be bitter and snooty but sometimes it's just hilarious because they act like I'm an idiot for working at a retail store. I have dreams and nightmares about someone placing a black body con skirt in my section when it's not called for, or exploding placement racks or someone placing a ditzy floral blazer in my section when I only get black and navy double-breasted blazers with military buttons. I could go on and on about this rant. I got an interesting email a while ago about what a typical merchandiser with Forever 21 thinks of. Ha you really wanna know? I'll use today as an example.
Should the face-outs be book ended at the middle of the wall or the outer panels? I don't have enough shelf brackets. If I add a sandwich shelf to the top of the wall, the porcelain hands will pass the border or the wall, meaning I can't even fucking use it. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh well. I'll make the walls bright and the fixtures pastel and maybe a few other fixtures primary colors. Oops. I don't have enough brights to stretch onto the other wall. Well then one wall can be brights and the other can be pastel and I'll divide the fixtures per wall. Single item yellow and teal shorts, but they're both technically pastel. If I use patchwork dresses as the bookmark on this wall, I gotta use it on that wall. I don't have enough long sleeve stripe sweater, but I have a stripe tank that matches that color. But if pink is here then blue has to be next to mirror the wall. Everything is everywhere and I need to sort, but I need to fake this section out. Stop touching my rack. Do 15 year old girls wear scarves to school? I have miscellaneous promotional items but where do I put it? Not on a 4-way or a chang or my wall. Fuck it. It's going on the 4-way. Those flowers are too similar to be paired in the same outfit. Are overalls considered bottom elements or dress elements? Well since there's only 4 I'll use this on the faceout. Wait, I can't. It's pastel and not bright. Fuck, it's 4 o'fucking clock already? Shit.
Everyone in the retail industry is preparing for the back-to-school theme. We started our's already. Of course, school. So you know that stripes and blazers and railroad striped shorts are pretty important to have. Alexa Chung based. And then you have to have a grunge section all the time, and the way I merchandised it made it seem not so poser-like. Not trying to sound full of myself, but I don't understand why I was never given the alt sections. I was always stuck merchandising tribal prints or stripes or florals. Anyways, thank Chloe Sevigny for that section.
As far as my style goes, I'm actually noticing the variety. I went on a date with my friend Kris and she and I had scored big time at Ross. I never go in there because I normally don't have time or the patience but this time, I was forreal looking. I walked out with $90 bucks worth of goods that should have cost me more. I'll take pictures of them whenever I have more time. But here's what I got!
1. Black cable knit oversized sweater with tassle detailing
2. Olive and dusty pink short sleeve chiffon crop top with buttons down the front
3. 3/4 sleeve green paisley and leopard print top with sequin detailing (worn as a dress since it's plus size)
4. Zebra print v-neck crop top
5. Muted paisley scarf
6. A true satin leopard print gown from Africa
7. Cream lace vest with mesh detailing
8. Body con zebra print skirt
And I feel like I'm forgetting something but if so, I'll update that shit later.
It's seriously amazing though how much shit you can get if you just spend a little time digging and searching. I've been on a happiness-searching adventure and what I'm learning now is that I need all the patience in the world to get me through my endeavors. Maybe that's why I feel a little more successful this time. I don't know though. Still there's always an ache somewhere.
Here's number 2. I'll try to make this more frequent. I love you all still, minus you you little wench.
Back to business though.
At least once during a shift I will come across a little girl asking for a belly shirt or a shirt that comes up to here, pointing at the bottom of their AAA cup b00biez. I try not to be bitter and snooty but sometimes it's just hilarious because they act like I'm an idiot for working at a retail store. I have dreams and nightmares about someone placing a black body con skirt in my section when it's not called for, or exploding placement racks or someone placing a ditzy floral blazer in my section when I only get black and navy double-breasted blazers with military buttons. I could go on and on about this rant. I got an interesting email a while ago about what a typical merchandiser with Forever 21 thinks of. Ha you really wanna know? I'll use today as an example.
Should the face-outs be book ended at the middle of the wall or the outer panels? I don't have enough shelf brackets. If I add a sandwich shelf to the top of the wall, the porcelain hands will pass the border or the wall, meaning I can't even fucking use it. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh well. I'll make the walls bright and the fixtures pastel and maybe a few other fixtures primary colors. Oops. I don't have enough brights to stretch onto the other wall. Well then one wall can be brights and the other can be pastel and I'll divide the fixtures per wall. Single item yellow and teal shorts, but they're both technically pastel. If I use patchwork dresses as the bookmark on this wall, I gotta use it on that wall. I don't have enough long sleeve stripe sweater, but I have a stripe tank that matches that color. But if pink is here then blue has to be next to mirror the wall. Everything is everywhere and I need to sort, but I need to fake this section out. Stop touching my rack. Do 15 year old girls wear scarves to school? I have miscellaneous promotional items but where do I put it? Not on a 4-way or a chang or my wall. Fuck it. It's going on the 4-way. Those flowers are too similar to be paired in the same outfit. Are overalls considered bottom elements or dress elements? Well since there's only 4 I'll use this on the faceout. Wait, I can't. It's pastel and not bright. Fuck, it's 4 o'fucking clock already? Shit.
Everyone in the retail industry is preparing for the back-to-school theme. We started our's already. Of course, school. So you know that stripes and blazers and railroad striped shorts are pretty important to have. Alexa Chung based. And then you have to have a grunge section all the time, and the way I merchandised it made it seem not so poser-like. Not trying to sound full of myself, but I don't understand why I was never given the alt sections. I was always stuck merchandising tribal prints or stripes or florals. Anyways, thank Chloe Sevigny for that section.
As far as my style goes, I'm actually noticing the variety. I went on a date with my friend Kris and she and I had scored big time at Ross. I never go in there because I normally don't have time or the patience but this time, I was forreal looking. I walked out with $90 bucks worth of goods that should have cost me more. I'll take pictures of them whenever I have more time. But here's what I got!
1. Black cable knit oversized sweater with tassle detailing
2. Olive and dusty pink short sleeve chiffon crop top with buttons down the front
3. 3/4 sleeve green paisley and leopard print top with sequin detailing (worn as a dress since it's plus size)
4. Zebra print v-neck crop top
5. Muted paisley scarf
6. A true satin leopard print gown from Africa
7. Cream lace vest with mesh detailing
8. Body con zebra print skirt
And I feel like I'm forgetting something but if so, I'll update that shit later.
It's seriously amazing though how much shit you can get if you just spend a little time digging and searching. I've been on a happiness-searching adventure and what I'm learning now is that I need all the patience in the world to get me through my endeavors. Maybe that's why I feel a little more successful this time. I don't know though. Still there's always an ache somewhere.
Here's number 2. I'll try to make this more frequent. I love you all still, minus you you little wench.
Je vous le promets. Je reviendrai à vous.
Avec beaucoup d'amour,
Yeye
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Two sizes too big and a raincheck
I know I know. Some of you have written me with letters of worry and doubt but here I am. Over the past 2-3 weeks I've been kind of taking advantage of it. Ran into a lot of personal issues and endeavors I never thought I'd have to deal with in this manner. Working out the kinks and bends and testing myself as a human being is a lot for me to take in at once. Which is why I've come to the conclusion that I am an alien with girl parts. Letting people go, asking people to come back, it's just a lot over the past couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong. Fashion is always on my mind, which pisses me off sometimes. I did go intense shopping in DC a few weeks ago and was totally flat broke from it. I'm actually rethinking my decision about these AA pants I bought (yes guys, pants) so if I make up my mind to sell it I'll post it on here before I post it on Etsy. Bought some awesome high rise shorts from UO as well. I technically only bought like 4 items and that was $170. What the fuck.
But on a serious note, I'm going to try revamping this thing. I've been so distant with people and obligations that I almost forget everyone else exists. Haven't been eating as much. Haven't been sleeping at all. You all will eventually get to know a lot about me but there are a few stories that I will never tell about. And if you know of them through someone else other than the ones involved, then shame on you because it's none of your business. There's a few stories that ruined me and ruined my love life and etc. I experience ridiculously horrifying nightmares at night, which is why I can never peacefully sleep. Lately I've been getting decent sleep. Tolerable dreams. I just want them to cease. I've been trying to sleep in my own bed again. I've been sleeping on my couch since my cousin passed. But the key word throughout this whole blog entry is try. Or trying. Or tried.
Work is getting harder and harder. Can't hardly wake up on time for work. Overworked to the max. Easily distracted. Ladders falling on my chest. Falling off ladders and hitting my face. Hammering my finger to the wall on accident. Running shoulder first into a face out bracket. And dousing myself with clothes that smell like rotting vagina. Placing 70 of one oversized silk blouse that no one wants versus 6 of these fitted micro dot tiered dresses that everyone will want. But hey, at least I have some awesome co-workers that don't make me feel like a monster like everyone else in the world. Oh by the way, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. What happened and what I did years ago has nothing to do with you so why don't you divert your attention to yourself and the process of growing up and maturing than what this little asian girl down at the beach is doing?! Seriously. Oh and another bee tee double you, made a new friend that likes to say goodbye with a peace sign. Here ya go, friend ;D
This may not be a clothing-related post, but I just want to say that I was okay to those that asked and that I still think of this blog and that I still love you all. Well, most of you all with good intentions.
But on a serious note, I'm going to try revamping this thing. I've been so distant with people and obligations that I almost forget everyone else exists. Haven't been eating as much. Haven't been sleeping at all. You all will eventually get to know a lot about me but there are a few stories that I will never tell about. And if you know of them through someone else other than the ones involved, then shame on you because it's none of your business. There's a few stories that ruined me and ruined my love life and etc. I experience ridiculously horrifying nightmares at night, which is why I can never peacefully sleep. Lately I've been getting decent sleep. Tolerable dreams. I just want them to cease. I've been trying to sleep in my own bed again. I've been sleeping on my couch since my cousin passed. But the key word throughout this whole blog entry is try. Or trying. Or tried.
Work is getting harder and harder. Can't hardly wake up on time for work. Overworked to the max. Easily distracted. Ladders falling on my chest. Falling off ladders and hitting my face. Hammering my finger to the wall on accident. Running shoulder first into a face out bracket. And dousing myself with clothes that smell like rotting vagina. Placing 70 of one oversized silk blouse that no one wants versus 6 of these fitted micro dot tiered dresses that everyone will want. But hey, at least I have some awesome co-workers that don't make me feel like a monster like everyone else in the world. Oh by the way, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS. What happened and what I did years ago has nothing to do with you so why don't you divert your attention to yourself and the process of growing up and maturing than what this little asian girl down at the beach is doing?! Seriously. Oh and another bee tee double you, made a new friend that likes to say goodbye with a peace sign. Here ya go, friend ;D
This may not be a clothing-related post, but I just want to say that I was okay to those that asked and that I still think of this blog and that I still love you all. Well, most of you all with good intentions.
Avec beaucoup d'amour,
Yeye
Monday, May 30, 2011
Random Inspirations with dedications to Jonny, Catey, and Gaga
Extremey exhausted. Trying to get my social life back in order. Bought 2 guinea pigs and named them Igor and Quazi. And that's pretty much my social update.
Funny how things work out. Jess totally started styling the both of us with random looks and the only look that looks presentable to the public was this one. And now! This entry is dedicated to Jonny and Catey, especially. One afternoon we all hung out and randomly started going on about Gaga and her outfits and they were mentioning their favorite ones and started arguing about a particular look. And then went on to say, "I wish I could roll out of bed in my underwear and just go." Yeah, to be honest I do it to a certain extent but since I'm at work 40 hours a week and they strictly prohibit anything that's ass-eating worthy, it's kind of difficult. I've only actually left the house in my underwear 4 times, seriously. But it's such a rejuvenating feeling that if I were to have more days off of work a week, yeah I'd be walking around this place damn near close to nekkid. Either with a leotard and just some tights underneath is close enough! Now I'm honestly overwhelmed thinking about all the things I really want to buy this Friday on payday that I kind of lost track of what I was saying.
Oh and of course, this is for Gaga since she was the actual start of the afternoon.
Funny how things work out. Jess totally started styling the both of us with random looks and the only look that looks presentable to the public was this one. And now! This entry is dedicated to Jonny and Catey, especially. One afternoon we all hung out and randomly started going on about Gaga and her outfits and they were mentioning their favorite ones and started arguing about a particular look. And then went on to say, "I wish I could roll out of bed in my underwear and just go." Yeah, to be honest I do it to a certain extent but since I'm at work 40 hours a week and they strictly prohibit anything that's ass-eating worthy, it's kind of difficult. I've only actually left the house in my underwear 4 times, seriously. But it's such a rejuvenating feeling that if I were to have more days off of work a week, yeah I'd be walking around this place damn near close to nekkid. Either with a leotard and just some tights underneath is close enough! Now I'm honestly overwhelmed thinking about all the things I really want to buy this Friday on payday that I kind of lost track of what I was saying.
Oh and of course, this is for Gaga since she was the actual start of the afternoon.
Mens oversized striped woven - I stole it from an ex-boyfriend in high school
Black strapless bra - $5 (I've had that bra since I was 12, seriously.)
Black bikini cut underwear - $2 Forever21.com
Black tights - $5 Walmart (Only one side is ripped. The more you wear it and stretch it, well, you get it.)
Black leather wedges - $22 Forever21.com
Avec beaucoup d'amour,
Yeye
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Ce n'est pas assez petit
While organizing in stripe hell, I decided to go ahead and scan these sweaters that have been sitting on that one bottom bar for decades. Found out that out of the 150+ sweaters that I scanned, at least 120 were supposed to be marked down. Then! I went on an oversized sweater on clearance shopping spree and as soon as I was leaving a lightbulb kind of ding-ed. CUT IT!! Then I realized, along with the main reason why I run around half naked, is that I like shirts that are way too short. Whether it be just a plain cotton crop, or an oversized woven, or a sweater. Didn't realize I owned as many as I thought I did. Anyways, sweaters in the summer time are obviously not a good mix and match. But! They're super cheap and they're super fun to cut and shred and stretch and sleep in and etc. Seriously, I think I'll just wear a sweater and call it a night.
Avec beaucoup d'amour,
Yeye
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