a skinny fat girl.

 many are shocked when hearing that despite being a fat girl, i in fact, do not have a insatiable sweet tooth nor was i always this plump. frankly sweets are as potent as corny pick-up lines sung off-key by a fashionably malnourished english major with scraggly vegan-friendly shampoo washed golden locks and his second hand acoustic guitar. better yet, exactly a year ago i was a unhappy size 4. it's just somehow being sinfully enamored with all things alcoholic and buttery, living with a spouse who has the metabolism of a god, constantly either working or attempting to put my insomniac mind to sleep - somehow left me 50 lbs fatter. 

still i wish i could slap my thin self upside the head so hard for being so unsatisfied when in fact i'd give a kidney (an alcoholic one, still works great) to be that size once again.

and though i wholeheartedly believe in supporting the beauty of one despite whatever state her waistline may be, i'm just unbearably tired of having to deal with the nauseating thin forever 21 sales-team when asking for a size large and they instead slyly retort by offering directions to torrid. not that i'm insulted, it's just this sudden delightful fantasy to sit on them and not let off a la jackass 2 has been bugging me.

they say we should be able to find beauty that's deep within, i must confess at times even i cannot find my own when it's in four inches of dimpled French butter insulated skin. make it five on the weekends. i've decided once and for all to shove away the rocky road ice cream or perhaps donate it to our local gang of eternally drunken pentecostal bums. it'll be a rocky road, no pun intended, but nonetheless one that'll test my ability to discipline my hedonistic floppy ass.

just some old mug shots (if only it were so) of my own to help re-re-re-inspire me. yes all re's. dammit inspiration is hard to find hahaha, but oh well. i'm excited and anxious to get started. give it a week of no vodka or garlic bread. you'll start seeing posts of butter drenched entrees and delicious glazed little piglets. wish me luck by gorging on the mashed potatoes for me.



nomadic nostalgia.

 having two bohemian dreamers for parents, my brothers and i had spent our childhood on the road. i never understood how people could live in one house, town, city, or country all their lives. for me every few months there were new suitcases, fresh gas station maps and a glint of poetic romanticism in my father's hazel eyes. we traveled from the ice cold pacific to the warm atlantic without any ties or boundaries. at times i furiously loathed having no roots or ties one would with a real home as defined in the movies and literature. yet somehow i am still seduced by the freedom that my ancestors of the steppes embraced. to roam the urban concrete jungle, the suburban plywood forests, the empty countryside deserts. 

flickr, deviantart, found.


spring fever.

though i prefer the dark and gloomy overcast of winter, there's just something about spring. whether its the thick cloud of chokingly thick pollen, the nonstop chirping of dateless birdies, the cellulite playing peek-a-boo with my shorter hemlines or perhaps the daily battle at the pharmacy line over alcohol or allergy pills. needless to say alcohol wins. but so can you. 

we've added tons more inventory to RED SQUARE VINTAGE that'll make anyone ready for this spring. with everything from wild ethnic designs, intricate embroidery, insane floral prints, summery babydolls and the classic black cocktail minis.  better yet - we've also included a wide variety of sizes from the enviously thin to the curvy gals (like myself) and every doll in between. remember all dresses start UNDER $20!