2 posts tagged “old school”

Killin' it! A dubstep remix of a Klaxons cover of an old Perfecto tune. Absolutely destroyed a dancefloor of us old dnb kids.

Just-for-fun shopping opportunities when
1. planning a wedding
2. to a grad student
3. and paying for it yourselves

are, shall we say, limited. Spring has nearly sprung here, and yoga has left my low-rise jeans a bit looser (yay!) in the back (huh?) and there shall be no shopping for new ones just yet. I have a pair of "destination jeans" I got on sale that I will someday fit into, but until then - what's a girl to do for a little fashion pick-me-up?

I have an unlimited collection of tank tops. Seriously, I have more tank tops than anyone should. I have free ones given away at WMC, record label tanks, Gap tanks, you name it. I love these in the spring, layered under cardigans and so forth until the moment strikes that suddenly it is 1000 degrees again and I can lounge around.

However, note the gap now between slight weight change (I haven't seemed to lose much, just moved it about) and wardrobe that cannot be altered significantly. Girls 'round the world know the effect this produces:

Enter: Haramaki.

I saw this first on Ariel's photostream, which led me to delightfully cute ones at YogaGurl, which led me to think "well, it's a TUBE for god's sake, can't I make my own?

And yes! If you are the sort who had a sewing machine sitting around, or tons of spare time in which you are not trying to DIY other things, like, say, wedding invitations, or GO to yoga, you can make your own. It also made me think of the belly band Mie got when she was pregnant with Tesla.

Alas, I am lazy, and cheap.

What here? A pair of yoga pants I refer to an "granny pants", with the most unflattering cut I have ever witnessed. A gift from LL Bean. They are the Pants of Last Resort when everything else is dirty, and I still feel like a waddling duck when I wear them.

Here is a picture of what I did to them, with a little TOO much pleasure. Stupid granny pants.

I cut the legs off, a little wider on the "top" than the "bottom", shimmied into the leg of my formerly too-baggy pants, and now have TWO! Two Haramaki! I am going to try this with t-shirts next.

And now I will voluntarily post a photo of my own ass to Vox. This is how I used to blog. I'm kickin it OLD SKOOL now.