Dear Chubby Chasers: How Not To Be An Asshole



Chubby chasers, fat admirers, whatever you want to call them– if you’ve been a part of the fat community for any length of time you’ve run into them. Hell, they’re even a thing outside of our little world, though more often as an object of ridicule for being bizarre enough to find our thunder thighs attractive. Some women are fine with this– they love the attention, and it must feel awesome to have someone idolize your body type after years, decades of being told it’s the worst thing you could possibly be.

Some of us have a problem with it. Some of us are really really skeeved out by the entire concept, and often times it can be difficult to communicate to people why this could possibly be. For me personally I have major issues with someone fetishizing my body. It’s reducing me and my body to something that exists solely to be pleasing to other people, a concept I find as insulting as the thought that I ought to lose weight for the same reason. This is not a feeling unique to the fat community — women’s bodies are fetishized for all kinds of things from their size to their ethnicity to their particular style of clothing.

I can’t speak for these other communities, but I can say that the thing that really grates my cheese about the majority of the chubby chasers I’ve run into is the entitled mindset. The attitude. The way they seem to think there’s no way you’ll say no because, c’mon, we all know no one else is gonna want you. Their dick is a magic wand and it’s probably the only one you’re ever going to get so you’d best work for it and be grateful. As if the looks we have to endure when we’re in a relationship are bad enough (what is s/he doing with that fatty? They could do so much better. At least she knows how to stuff her face if you know what I mean, amiright?), we really don’t need it from our potential partners too. Basically I don’t want someone who’s attracted to me because my body fits a particular fetish that they have. I want to be with someone who thinks I’m nice/awesome/hot and wants to have a great time with me. I think one of the key problems is a lot of people don’t get how you can find a fat body hot without it being some kind of off-the-wall fetish.

I picked up an amazing book when I was in New York City this past January called “Big Big Love.” In addition to having a lot of great sections as they relate to sex with fat folks (positions, how-to’s, and though the majority of it is hetero-centric it does have some pretty awesome sections about queer sex too) it has an entire section dedicated to Fat Admirers that I love to death. I went back and re-read it recently with the intention of pulling out a couple of quotes for a quick article, but I ended up transcribing an entire section of the chapter because I found it so goddamn relevant. Here are some of the key quotes:

Not to put too fine a point on it, but you are assured of a lifetime supply of potential partners who most likely have been indoctrinated in the idea that no one will ever think them sexy or lovable or romantically interesting. Many of them have been stuck in a scarcity mentality for years, even decades, believing that they have a snowball’s chance in hell of finding someone who would want them. Some are willing to leap at any chance they get, and, no matter how much people like me tell them to keep their standards high and not to compromise too much, are so hungry for love and attention – and so afraid that you might be their only chance – that they’ll put up with a lot of crap and overlook a lot of things they oughtn’t, just to feel wanted.

This gives you and other fat admirers way more than your fair share of power.

You aren’t God’s special gift to humankind just because you are attracted to fat people. You’re attracted to fat people because they’re what you like: fatness is what gives you pleasure. Don’t pretend you’re bestowing some sort of noble kindness on people when really what you’re doing is getting your own personal freak on. You’re not doing anyone – least of all yourself – a favor by acting like your hard-on is some kind of charity scholarship. It’s arrogant, patronizing and ugly.

I really recommend giving the whole section a read, and honestly the whole book.  I get it, the subject of being attracted to fat people can be a really awkward in a society that basically calls us all lepers. Real talk: when I’m making out with a hot chick in a space where I can be seen I’m more afraid of being teased for being a fat chick than for being a lesbian. But be aware of what it is you want. Be careful to remember that this is a real actual person who isn’t obligated to fall all over themselves for you just because they’re fat and you want them.

My copy! I picked it up at the Museum of Sex. Which was also pretty amazing.

My copy! I picked it up at the Museum of Sex. Which was also pretty amazing.

And seriously, don’t be an asshole. Believe it or not being fat doesn’t mean I don’t have options, and the quickest way to make sure you’re not one of them is to start wielding power and privilege over my head.

Every Body Is A Beach Body



One of the most terrifying prospects for a fat person, even a fat person that totally loves their body, can be the beach. And with good reason. There are tons of blogs and galleries out there dedicated to how hilarious it is when we dare expose our skin to sunlight– and it’s not limited to individual thought. PETA’s chimed in, too.  I’ve even found a few videos on Youtube of girls giggling over fat people daring to sit at their beach. It’s a horrifying and daunting thought, knowing that making the same summer plans as almost everyone else on the globe could end with you being mocked on Youtube for … sitting.

Something about having to actually see our blubberous rolls makes people who might at least reserve their snickers until after we’re out of earshot lose what little semblance of social graces they might already have. If you think the hurled insults are bad when we’ve got our clothes on, boy-howdy do they increase to levels bordering on ridiculous when they have my offensive mass burned permanently into their retinas. How dare I brazenly walk around in a swimsuit like a real human being!

Man, I loved swimming when I was a kid. I learned to do it at a really early age and would spend all day every summer at the neighborhood pool. I was on the swim team for a couple of years, my hair would routinely be striped with strawberry blonde, skin coated in freckles by the end of the season and something vaguely resembling a tan would be stubbornly hammered into my road-reflectingly pale skin tone. I’d be there when the pool opened, pack a lunch and stay until my mom made me come home for dinner. Chlorine was my perfume of choice.

And then I hit puberty.

My thighs expanded. I got stretch marks on my hips. My chest expanded. Fat was developing across my stomach, and I knew I couldn’t swim anymore. Or rather I couldn’t wear a swimsuit anymore, no matter much I missed swimming. Nope, no whales at the pool! I’d seen my peers pick on fat people at the pools before, I knew the kinds of things they said even if they’d only turned to giggle about it after the person was out of range. My thirteen year old self didn’t have the capacity to love my own body; I didn’t even know what that meant. My body was weird, awkward, and way too fat. Hips and chest growth were alright, but fat anywhere else was a big no-no.

So I spent about a decade hiding it instead. Wrapping myself in the baggy jeans and black t-shirts that were thankfully en vogue in the late 90’s, passing my own body hatred off as stylistically enjoying a subculture that I was really just into for the cover.

I spent a long, long time being afraid of the water. Of swimsuits. A lot of years wearing t-shirts to the beach, of claiming to have my period as an excuse not to have to peel off my clothes and going into the water at summer camps. On the rare instance my shy high school aged self got invited to a pool party, I immediately rejected it because then they’d all have to see me in a swimsuit. I may have lost out on making friends for all the invitations I passed on, and I look back at photos my friends post up on Facebook or share via email of parties past and always note my absence from them. I didn’t have the perspective then to realize that the confidence I would’ve been exhibiting by brazenly wearing a swimsuit and having a good time just like everyone else may well have overridden any teasing those in attendance might’ve planned.

Or maybe not. High school kids aren’t the most open minded and forgiving, and there’s always that paranoid thought of the insecure that not mocking you to your face doesn’t mean they aren’t doing it behind your back. It doesn’t help when this paranoia is fueled with the knowledge that your friends have done this to other fat people in your presence, fueled by a culture that tells us that fat is something we do to ourselves and encourages us to shame the offenders thin.

It wasn’t until last summer that I broke my swimming fast. I worked up the courage to go to my University’s pool. I refused to give myself time to think about it, refused to let me talk myself out of it like I had the dozen or so times I’d tried before. I bought a swimsuit, went into the locker rooms to change, wrapped a towel around my waist and cautiously made my way to the pool area.

I had to wait a little for a lane to open; the University pool is divided into multiple lanes so you can get in and swim laps. So I huddled on the bench against the wall, self consciously clutching my duffel bag to my chest, keeping an eye on all the athletic college boys walking by. These were the kinds of guys who’d make comments about beached whales and thunder thighs; college students, especially jocks, aren’t traditionally known for being the big embracers of body acceptance and diversity.

But imagine my surprise when it was one of them that offered to share a lane with me. “Waiting for a lane? You can use half of mine if you want.” I was stunned. I even thought about turning him down, but I took the offer with a hesitant smile. I dropped my towel, grabbed my goggles and nose plug, and in the final moment of truth, walked bare-thighed across the way to lower myself into the pool.

The world didn’t end. A gigantic prank ending in erupting laughter didn’t ensue. I just swam. For the first time in over a decade I swam and I remembered how much I loved it. So much that I swam laps for a solid hour and a half before I realized the time and reluctantly pulled myself out of the pool to leave. I felt invincible. I didn’t even wrap my towel around my waist as I made my way back to the locker room, rinsing off before I headed out to class. The euphoria lasted all day, generating a kind of confidence that’s difficult to describe to anyone who hasn’t overcome an intense fear before. From then on I went to the pool whenever I damn well pleased, and not only did I never have to deal with any disparaging remarks but I managed to stop that paranoid voice in my head. The one that told me everyone was laughing behind my back, making jokes about the whale coming to sea. I was doing what I loved, I was happy, and I felt like I’d passed that final milestone in my personal journey to accepting my fat body.

So this summer when I went to Los Angeles to visit friends, I packed a swimsuit. I knew they wanted to take me down to the infamous Santa Monica beach, and I wasn’t going to let fear keep me from enjoying it like everyone else. I was going to wear that goddamn swimsuit like a pro. And so I did.

Which is not, of course, to say I came away completely unscathed.

Don’t ever let someone tell you that you  need to change your body to make it “beach ready.” Every body is a beach body, and fuck anyone who tells you otherwise.

FATshion Returns With a Rant on Fat People and Color



I know it’s not Tuesday, but I got excited about it being November and it’s been an embarrassingly long time since I updated this thing.

Top: Lane Bryant; $7.49 (14/16)
Cardigan: Forever XXI; $14.80 (1X)
Skirt: Lane Bryant (Thrifted); $3.80 (18/20)
Tights: Forever XXI; $6.80 (2X/3X)
Shoes: Avenue; $10.00 (8.5W)
Necklace + Earrings: My Roommate’s Kloset; $5.00

Total: $47.89

So these tights made me SUPER EXCITED. It’s shockingly difficult to find well-fitting tights when you’re a plus sized person in colors that range outside the neutral zone. It’s like some mass conspiracy to make sure us fat folks can’t buy trendy colors. Even brands that carry plus sizes like Hue become a tease. I was in a Macy’s when I saw they had a bunch of colors I loved stocked, and picked one up to check the sizing on the back — completely expecting disappointment — only to find that they actually had listings for sizes that would accommodate someone up to 6′ and 300lbs! Like Paul Ryan with a tacky photo op I dug in, hunting through pile after pile of beautiful teal and mustard tights, only to find that the sizes stopped at a three– max weight capacity on those was 200.

Psh. That doesn’t mean anything, I thought. Maybe Macy’s doesn’t carry their larger sizes. Or they sold out. The rack had, in fact, been well rifled through before I even got there. So I went to their site and looked up their colored tights. So many beautiful color options! But as I clicked first on the color I’d been hunting for and then the rest, I found that every single one of their colored sizes stopped at a three. In fact, the only color option they had in a five was black. Despite having that chart on every pair of their tights lumped right in there with all the “normal” sizes, the only tights they offered if you were above 200lbs were plain black.

And this is incredibly typical. Even sites that offer significant plus size sections their leggings and tights section are remarkably both limited and muted, especially in comparison with their smaller sized counterparts. And even those links provided are apples to oranges; while ASOS offers smaller size options for leggings and tights both and in a range of styles and colors, they offer no plus size tights and the leggings they offer are very one-note color-wise. Though they do get props for offering multiple styles and even some patterns, a large step above it’s competitors.

So what’s a working girl to do? As nice as a lot of these styles are, I can’t wear leopard print leggings to the office. Working in an office is what gave me my love for diversity in a wardrobe’s color palette. I can wear a perfectly normally subdued outfit, like the above, and just give it a pop of color. A little edge. In something that’s completely appropriate in any office environment. Plain solid colored leggings and tights are a great way to accent any outfit regardless of where or if you work, especially as you reach the colder fall and winter months. Unless you’re fat, apparently. Then the same old issue pops up yet again.

Fat people aren’t allowed to wear colors. Walk into any store and glance over the plus size section. You’ll see a lot of blacks, browns, creams, whites. The occasional teal or pink. Now glance at a women’s or junior’s section. Pops of color everywhere, in all different styles of clothing so you can draw the viewer’s eye to wherever you want the focus to be. Bust, hips, legs, arms, whatever it is you can buy a vibrant skirt or top to give your outfit that extra bit of visible punch. Which is what it all boils down to, isn’t it? While there’s certainly been a lot of development and attention given to the fat clothing industry in the last decade, we’re still not really supposed to be visible. We’re sometimes given the option look cute and stylish, but in a way that blends into the background. We can look professional, but not fashionably so. Unlike the other size ranges, we have to choose. Neutral colors are all well and good, but they shouldn’t be our only options.

But they are. So when I see color options, I grab at them where I can. Forever XII is completely guilty of giving us nothing but clothing in the mega neutral range, but at least once in a blue moon they put up usable colored accessories. They seem to only put up tights once a year; last year I think they did a spring line, and then this is the first round of colors since early 2011. It’s a decent line of colors, most notable to me are the mustard and the royal blue. The 2X/3X fits me perfectly with my size 18/20 butt (leaning more towards the 20 when we talk about ass-huggage), and they don’t do that annoying bit where the crotch rides down and chafes if you walk around in them too much. Even more awesome is the price– $6.80.

The only other site I know of that does amazing plus size colored tights is WeLoveColors, and though they’re a higher quality (I’ve never had a problem with Forever 21 tights, but WeLoveColors definitely does a nicer feeling fabric and also goes up to 375lbs) you’ll pay $15 a pop plus shipping, since store pickup isn’t an option. They also have a set in there for $9, though I can’t vouch for them and they themselves note that they aren’t as high quality and don’t fit as well. But the color variety can’t be matched.

FATshion Tuesday!


Dress: $20; Dress Barn (18W)
Shoes: $10; Avenue (8.5W)
Earrings: $5; Avenue
Necklace: $8; Charming Charlies

I love this dress. Looooooove this dress. I don’t have an excuse to wear it as often as I’d like, though. It’s this gorgeous shade of purple that’s really difficult to photograph; when I try it always comes out looking blue-ish, though this shot caught the color pretty well.

FATshion Tuesday!


Look at me, back on track with a FATshion Tuesday post!

Cardigan: Torrid; $15 (2)
Dress: eShakti; $35 (2X; 22)
Necklace: Forever XXI; $4.80
Earrings: Forever XXI; $2.80
Shoes: Target; $10.50 (9)

Total: $68.10

I’ve had this dress from eShakti for years and I still love it. It’s got a nice tiered bottom, the color is amazing and it pairs well with so many things. and I LOVE this cardigan. I’ve been eyeing it at Torrid since it came out but wasn’t willing to shell out the $50+. Thankfully I popped in on a lark a couple of weeks ago and found it on a clearance rack during a sale on their clearance items!

The last photo is a candid one taken by my friend, but it gives you a good view of the back and a decent look at how the tiers fall. It also shows that I flail my arms around when I talk. MY SECRET IS OUT.

FATshion Friday!



It’s like FATshion Tuesday, only late! I spent the last week in fabulous Los Angeles with my best friend who owns both a camera and the skills to use it, so I took advantage of it and her and made her take about a week’s worth of outfit photos. So for awhile at least, NO MORE BATHROOM IPHONE SHOTS!


Now, on to the fatshion!

Dress: Avenue; $20 (20)
Undershirt: Avenue; $5 (18/20)
Belt: Forever XXI; $8.40 (2X/3X)
Leggings: Avenue; $7.99 (18/20)
Sandals: Target; $10 (9)
Bracelet: Torrid; $2.80
Earrings: Forever XXI; $4.80
Necklace: Buffalo Exchange; $8
Flower Pin: Handmade

Total: $66.99

I love sales. Everything above is an item I picked up was on a sale or clearance somewhere. This is an ENTIRELY SALE OR CLEARANCE OUTFIT. I lucked out with a local Avenue that was closing, making everything in the store 60-70% off on top of any additional clearances. I made out like a bandit.

Also, you may note the rose rainbow earrings! Part of why I was in Los Angeles was to attend the national convention for the sorority I’m a member of, Gamma Rho Lambda. So in honor of the visit I donned these rainbow roses all week. I think I had more people ask me for photos of my ear than of my actual face that weekend.

And what’s that? My adooorable bag? My kid sister got it for me for my birthday a few weeks ago, and I love it! I went to the beach while I was in town and it made a perfecto beach bag. Though it does have the horrible side effect of enabling me in carrying way more crap around than I strictly need.

The Incredible Shrinking Plus Size Models: You’re Doing It Right


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Fact: the fashion industry is completely horrible when it comes to positive body image. The models we see in magazines, on television, or in shopping adverts are a whopping 23% smaller than the average woman, often closer to a size 2 or 4 with an average height/weight of 5’10 and 122lbs. A far cry from the median for your average American woman sitting at 5’3 and 165lbs. In the UK the average weight isn’t that much different, sitting at about 154lbs.

Several British women, all weighing 154lbs, magically have completely different bodies!

The plus size world isn’t exempt from it either. Robyn Lawley, for example, is a famous plus size model– at a size 10.

French Elle, 2011

There’s nothing wrong with being any of the above shapes and sizes– or even thinner. There is no size that “real women” are. Real women come in all shapes in sizes and should never apologize for their bodies regardless of what their shape is. But to take one or two of these shapes, like the above image, and make it the plastered image of what’s acceptably plus size does two very damaging things, amongst many others:

  1. It teaches their audiences that this is the only acceptable visible representation of plus size or fat women.
  2. It teaches the average size 14 woman that anything above a size 10 is fat, as further exemplified that you’re lucky to find anything higher than a 14 in your average clothing store.

Given the negative connotations our industry tacks on with the fat label, they’ve pulled off a brilliant sort of shell game: they get to shame you for being fat without shaming you for being fat. “Okay ladies, you don’t have to look like one of these super thin models, but just so you know if you look like this you’re plus sized.”

But this isn’t news. I accept that when I browse plus size clothing stores, like my thinner brethren, that I’m going to see women that range on the lower end of the plus size spectrum. Very rarely will I see models that actually look like me, or really  vary at all when it comes to sizes and shapes.

One of my favorite online shops has always been ASOS’s Curve line. Instead of just sized up like a lot of lines do, they actually adjust their patterns to accommodate for a wider waist proportionate to hips, larger chest sizes, and have enough varied patterns to flatter almost any body type’s figure. Plus they have amazing sales and are a really good quality, especially for their price (though it should be noted that I exclusively shop their sale section). They also let us fatties wear clothes that are currently in fashion instead of sticking us with the same “body flattering” cuts ad nauseum (thanks, Lane Bryant).

Naomi Shimada, also a size 10, pretty much the average size you see in plus size clothing stores.

But recently I’ve seen a new model pop up on their website. A new model who seems a little– well. See for yourself.

The new ASOS plus size model.

By no stretch of the imagination is this woman plus sized. One of the other appeals of ASOS Curve has always been that while their models were on the low end of the spectrum, at the very least they weren’t just images of thinner people wearing clothes that were sized up for us fatties.  It’s hard enough to imagine how these things would actually look on my body; this wasn’t helping.

I knew I couldn’t be alone, especially not in the FA community. A quick poke through the blogosphere found a few letters from others who were equally as disheartened as I was, but like most folks my faith in companies — especially when it comes to being responsible with body image issues — is, pardon the pun, slim.

Color me surprised when ASOS Curve actually responded.

Curvettes we hope you all had a nice weekend.

We just wanted to write a post about our models, as we know there have been some un-happy bloggers writing posts and also comments on here.

In the plus size industry a plus size model is considered anything from a size 12 upwards, silly we know but then the models used on main range are a size 6, and [let’s] face it only a small percentage of the world are a size 6, so shoppers of a size 16 have the same problem as some of you face with visualizing the style on themselves. Curve has always ensured the models used on the site are around a size 16, admittedly some do look just under but happily some over too.

We do appreciate though the new model recently used is far smaller than the standard we set. She is beautiful we know, but we will not be using her again as we do not think it sent out the right message to our shoppers, and we hope we did [not] offend any of you.

Thank you to everyone who filled in our on-line survey, and please be assured we take into account all the messages on here too. We are very happy with the regular models we use, and also our new model we used on our Premium range as we feel all of these offer a plus size look. We do agree though this is an area we can improve on as many of you would like to see clothes on a size 20 model. We hear you but unfortunately this size model is not a standard in the industry and therefore not very easy to find, however this doesn’t mean we don’t try. We really do listen to you, so watch this space x

There was a lot of feedback when this came out, both positive and negative. I tend to lean towards the positive, eternal optimist that I am. I found that the reply simultaneously acknowledged the issues with using thinner models to portray plus size lines without ripping into the model for being “too skinny” either– something the fat acceptance community can often be pretty terrible about.

That’s not to completely absolve them. I guarantee you there are hundreds of size 20 girls who are gorgeous and would love to be a model. I know there are thousands of us who’d buy clothes fashioned on one. But for me the bottom line is though I’m sad this model lost her job (couldn’t they have just moved her to their regular line?), I’m both pleased and surprised to see ASOS respond in a way that implies that they’re willing to put larger models on their site. If they live up to this response, dated just two months ago, it could be a pretty big deal when it comes to the visibility of fat models in major fashion lines.

FATshion Tuesday!


The dress is here! My first test with Simply Be, a UK based store, which I’ve heard a lot of good things about. I got an amazing deal on their store and, with a little help from my Facebook friends, bit the bullet on a dress I’d been eyeing there for some time. When it came in yesterday I knew I had to try it today.

Dress: Simply Be; $25 (20)
Blazer: Forever XXI; $27.80 (3X)
Shoes: Avenue; $10 (8.5W)
Earrings: Gift
Necklace: Torrid; $4.80
Belt: Forever XXI; $5.80 (2X/3X)

Total: $73.40

Okay, so first off, I love this dress. I was hesitant to buy something in pink, being both a red-head and someone with incredibly pink cheeks, but I love it. I love tiered style dresses that hug between the bottom of the bust and the waistline; they work pretty well for me. The material’s nice even though it’s prone to a little wrinkling on the bottom, as you can see. The color was pretty accurately represented on the website. But, as you can see, the style isn’t very well represented.

I expected the bottom to.. poof out a little more? To have some sort of style or body, when it really just lays kind of flat. Maybe it’ll floof out a little more after it’s first wash, we’ll see. But man, this dress was so ridiculously inexpensive. I hit up their online sale ($36 right now) and used a coupon I have for 30% off plus free shipping from the UK. The code is 3391 for anyone who wants to take advantage, the code expires 7/31/12! They also sent me another coupon code for 20% off and free shipping that lasts until August sometime. I’m definitely keeping an eye on their sales section. A sale on a sale? Brilliant!

And this blazer. Man I love this blazer and I don’t have enough excuses to wear it. I actually bought it last summer and it looks like in a rare move Forever XXI is reselling it this summer. Must’ve been pretty darn popular. It’s super comfortable and I love the lace patterns. I do wish it had a button of some sort in the front — I’d be able to wear it more often then — but it worked out open for this dress in particular.

Also Forever XXI needs to get back in the business of belt making, especially skinny belts. Do they not understand how hard it is to get my hands on cute, cheap skinny belts? I’m so glad I grabbed up two in this style in their store last fall, I haven’t seen any since.

FATshion Tuesday!




Top: Avenue, $10 (18/20)
Skirt: Ross, $5 (2X)
Eartings: Forever XXI, $3.80
Necklace:Charming Charlie’s, $5
Bow Clip: $0.50
Shoes: Avenue, $10 (8.5W)

Total: $34.30

So pardon the lack of formatting; this would be my first adventure with the WordPress mobile app. It doesn’t do so fantastic with images but everything else seems to be alright.

And yes, I gave up on my hair. I was walking out of my office on Friday and it was hot, humid, disgusting. I could feel my hair curl and stick to the back of my neck. And lo, across the street, a SuperCuts. Or as I like to call them, a sign. $15 and nine inches later I felt the immediate relief of my shorter hair again. No more figuring out how to style it. No more waiting for it to dry. Just simple, stylish bliss.

Also, I think this may be a record for my cheapest outfit ever. I got the Avenue items during huge sales of theirs, hence the steep discounts. This is the kind of top I love for the office: basic with just the tiniest flair.

FATshion Tuesday!


Cardigan: Lane Bryant; $10 (18/20)
Shirt: Lane Bryant; $8 (18/20)
Skirt: Lane Bryant; $15 (20)
Shoes: Thrifted; $8 (8.5)
Earrings: Avenue; $2
Necklace: Charming Charlies; $9

Total: $52.00

So for once every clothing item I’m wearing is from the same place. I took advantage of a fantastic online sale at Lane Bryant where you took 50% anything in the store for the day. Naturally I made a virtual bee-line for the clearance section and managed to get 50% off of already marked down clearance prices. I wanted this cardigan in particular as soon as it came out, but no way was I going to spend fifty-five dollars on it. That’s more than the cost of this entire outfit! Good things come to those who wait.

I’ve actually been thinking about doing quick posts here to alert you all to when I come across awesome sales, either online or in stores. I mean, it’s my favorite way to shop. Why not share the love?

PS: I am ridiculously in love with my peacock earrings. I bought these forever ago at Avenue and completely forgot about them until I was cleaning out the underside of my bed and found this little package wrapped in tissue paper. Score!