I’ve always been a big fan of style and What I Wore posts on blogs.  I have only ever tried doing it myself once, and didn’t even take my own photo.  Now that I’ve resurrected FiveTwentyThree, it’s something that I am determined to master.

I haven’t quite gotten there yet.

My first effort has resulted in a number of unflattering shots taken in the mirror of a poorly lit (and poorly cleaned) room.

The Outfit!

I was headed out to have dinner with my mom, and then later meet up with some friends for drinks.  As it’s January in New York City, it was well below freezing, so I layered up*.

• Skinny Jeans from American Eagle Outfitters – the only brand I’ve ever found to fit my short legs, wide hips, and small waist properly!
• Camisole from American Apparel – not visible in the photo, but layers layers layers.
• Slouchy white Tee from H&M – here’s a clearer picture of it.
• Wishbone silver necklace from Marc Jacobs
•  Knit draped cardigan from All Saints – I bought this one a few years ago, but the Cerulean is similar!
• Suede buckle boots from All Saints – Winter 2010

*Knee length puffy black parka, enormous knit scarf, gloves, and other obligatory insulated accessories not pictured.

I promise, that over the next few weeks, I’m going to make a valiant effort to master this type of photography.  Until then, bear with me, friends!  I will continue to scrutinize Zo’s Style Dispatch and Sawyard’s What I Wednesdays (my two favorite style columns) to pick up some tips!

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In what may be my favorite post ever on Haute Macabre, Nixon, Zoe, Courtney, and I dug out our worst teen photos.  I wish we all grew up together and had amazing prom shots of our little group.

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For my birthday, the Mister bought me an amazing sewing machine, which then took me two months to take out of the box.  Finally, this past weekend, I opened it up and figured it out (with the help of Chloe via iChat video and speaker phone).  I’ve started on a very industrious first project, which once I’ve figured out exactly what’s going on with it, I’ll share with the lot of you.  I’m hoping that by winter, I’m a master seamstress and badass designer.  Practice, practice, practice.

Coffee & Cigarettes, you go hand in hand.  I’m getting rid of the latter in my ten billionth attempt to quit.  Smokes are up to $12 a pack in NYC!  $12!

I’ve tried nearly everything to quit smoking in the past – the patch, the gum, cold turkey, weening myself off – and none of it has worked.  This time around, we’re taking baby steps.

• Phase One : No more smoking in the house!  We’re currently on Day 3 of this, and without even realizing it, are smoking nearly half of what I normally would.
• Phase Two : Clean out the debris.  Yesterday, I put away the ashtrays, clean the living hell out of the house, and did my best to deodorize everything.  Leaving bowls of distilled white vinegar out overnight helped freshen the air up a lot.
• Phase Three : NJOY!  I am currently sitting here waiting for UPS to arrive with the electronic cigarettes I ordered last week.  The plan is to substitute regular cigarettes with these, and then work my way down to using no nicotine cartridges.  If all goes according to plan, I’ll still be preforming the habitual acts, without any of the addictive elements, so that I can break the physical and mental addictions separately.
• Phase Four : Get the fuck in shape.

Wish me luck, comrades, and if you’ve successfully quit in the past, tell me what’s worked for you!

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Mrs. Ebb came to visit this week, and made magic Sam-Hole photos.  More pictures (and I promise, more blogs) soon.  She sends me this image via the wonders of in-flight internet.

And now, horrendously adorable photos of Chicken :

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