Friday night at 1130 pm, I found myself cracked out on caffeine, getting my sock bun searched by TSA at O’hare Airport after a thorough investigation of the studs perched on the shoulders of my crop-top sweat shirt. After TSA deemed me safe enough to fly, I spent 7 hours traveling to Puerto Vallarta in my Skull MIA loafers that kept my feet colder than ice ( I do not recommend sockless-foot travel). Day 1 was a blur of eating, tanning, sleeping, unpacking, etc in this terribly cold, ugly place:
This morning after an intense work-out in my pink crop-top ‘Wildcats’ top and biker shorts that gave me a permanent wedgie (that happened), we spent the day at the pool. I figured since I had been called “gothic” three times last week due to the skull nail art I had on my bling-fing, I would switch things up and wear my most innocent of bikinis. Am I taking the ‘grunge’ look too far in life? Perhaps. But I hate being predictable, so today was baby pink and ruffles. I own baby pink and ruffles????? I was surprised myself. Standard chambray cover-up.
After an absolutely exhausting day in the sun, we headed to El Dinamita for dinner. Since I own absolutely nothing pink besides this swim suit, I was back to my ‘gothic’ self with this ensemble:
Shorts:
Made these babies myself. It may sound like I’m bragging, but I am. Like I thrifted a pair of high-waisted jeans, cut them, and ironed on these gems in the design I created. I honestly don’t even know who I am after this. A crafty person? I hope I don’t start knitting….
My Top:
As if the baby crosses on this blouse weren’t gothic amazing enough, the back is pleated and has cut-outs by the shoulders. Soooo into it.
Studs on studs on studs.
xo


















































