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 To start off, we've included the Power Puff Girls.

Below, there will be no more power puff girls.

In the morning of today, we went off breakfastin' and thriftin' at St. Vincent de Paul.

An example of the coffee we had is above. Actually that there is the actual coffee Gus had. You could call it an example of mine, Ratmona's, although Gus got a mocha and a mocha is not a latte. A. Also. As we were gallivanting on South Congress, is was appropriate to buy darling Jo's coffee, a large "Yesterday's treats, Today's Eats" Jo's muffin and some crepes which were not pictured. Welcome.

You can't see the coffee, so for all you know, that's just a picture of the cup. Whaddaya think o' that?

 attack.

Above.

 Welcome to Gus' geisha makeup which was applied hectically by me, Rat.

 Welcome to my red eyeliner which is not eyeliner, for it is facial paint.

 MORE

 O' THAT

 Ghost Gussie!

Here you go.

 Basket

 case.

Gooey is wearing an American Apparel dress underneath a Bp. Nordstrom dress because that's innovative.
All those 7 million scarves are vintage, mostly from my Grandmommy.
She is also wearing a skirt from the kid's section at old navy and about ten million other skirts.
She is also wearing Nordstrom boots. 

Yes.

The pictures surrounding this spatch of text are from an illustrated dictionary.

Some 9th century people had seven feet, so the only way to deal with that problem was to make the shoes pictured above. That was a fun fact for you to read. It was fun for you. When you read it.

 A rat shadow, yes.

 Thick paint prevents smiles.

That dress thing I am wearing was built by moi. So was the collar.

The socks are from Anthropologie!

All four ties are vintage.

I do not know how I obtained all of that jewelry.

Actually I do. But if I told you I would have to eat your soul or heart or drink your blood or something.

Afterwards of that, we went to the Girl's Rock Camp fundraiser at Joe's, at which Gug's camera ran out of batteries.

ABOVE IS our moomoo friend Jenadai Bondo's band, Charlie Belle.

Her actual name is Jendayi. She be the one with the blue guitar of course!

We also saw Schmillion, whose fashion sense was so shiqua that we were happy. Even though we still had clumps of white paint on our sorry souls. We deeply wish that Gug hadn't put stupiding batteries in her camera. But below is a picture of them which we did not take.

That is a schmillion. Here is a schmillion.

Ha. We put more power puff girls on this post. Enjoy it.

Here is a toad.

HECK HECK
RGATTICUS.

A Wed.

This weekend I, Bus, was at a lovely wedding in Oakland, California. Oakland, land where it is not appallingly hot all the time! Plus my extended family is thoroughly fashionable, especially my Great Aunt Biche, who is French and always gives me café au lait in a bowl. But anyway, I noticed a multitude of boots and sweaters that struck my fancy. Quite! The boots were of the combat and the tall, elegant variety. The wedding procession was very fashionable indeed and the two grooms were met with applause at the door in their matching white linen suit jackets. And there was a mob of teenaged flower girls, one of which was me. And there was a big square dancing fiasco and many wonderful outfits were seen, including a pink silk night gown worn over a lace under garment thing and tights and combat boots and bright red lip stick. And then there were some very distant cousins from England. And a cousin who changed outfits three times, only she referred to them as costumes. And then there was an extravagant, intricate, beautiful blue dress with lace hanging out the bottom and (yet again) combat boots.  And then there was a street fair. And about 700 billion cafés. And bakeries.

Some boots that I am a fan of, and I have been in the market for boots for about a year, are below:

Of course these are only the tall elegant ones. There are plenty of lovely combat ones, such as my pair that was given to me by none other that the Rat herself!

The ones above are from le J. Crew, which is good.

Some other nicey things that I viewed or liked from le wed, (though I warn you, the camera is an evil idiot and the pictures are, as a general rule, blurry or shameful or both), as well as a multitude of sweaters are coming up. And also a pink cow. Bub bye, and See You There!

I appreciate them socks!

 A disgusted child. And a lot of cakes in cups. 

 Negative space, the last frontier!

 Ah! The lace! It is magnificent!

That is rather flapper, no?

These next ones are brought to the page by Anthropologie.

And alas.

huioew!

Hello there, humans! A little teeny while ago, we travelled downtown. Can you guess what we saw?

We can't either, because we would have an unfair advantage because we actually know what we did so it wouldn't be guessing. Anyways. Here it is. We ate almond horns at Whole Foods, then gallivanted off to do some other stuff.
Here are our outfits

Here is the other stuff

First, we went to the beautiful and lovely and gorgeous By George across the street from Whole Foods. Everything we saw made us want to just go drink hot chocolate, eat popcorn, and watch Shawn the Sheep for the rest of our lives. Fashionably of course. As in, while wearing wool coats, oversized chunky-knit sweaters, cashmere scarves, thin leather belts, corduroys, more coats, collared blouses, tailored pants, and beautiful dresses. 

Then we went and petted things at Anthropologie, and while Feist's cover of the song Secret Heart was playing, we saw an amazing thing! Our amazingly fashionable French teacher's cardigan. So not only was Feist (who is very fashionable herself, and whose new album is so amazingly wonderful) being associated with this fairy princess store, but so was our wonderful Madame Ewald.

                                                       

We also saw these amazing things there:

AHWWWWWWWWWWWWW

This last one is constructed of corduroy. YES! OJklmds,.!

After that happened. This happened. We decided to find out how to walk to the new Urban Outfitters. We did not know how. But I, Ramona, knew that it is underneath the W Hotel. Gus knew that she needed to use the restroom. So, we went into Book People, zoomed through a crowd of children dressed up as witches, and looked up the address of the W Hotel in a travel book, and went to the bathroom, and bought some ginger chews, and were off to West 2nd Street, which we did not know how to find. 

Once at Urban outfitters, we viewed this:

mooooore corduroooy

and BALLET SLIPPERS

Then Gus decided pee AGAIN so we left and went through a dog house contest festival of sorts to a cafe and bought coffee to alleviate  her ailments.

THE END