Frivolous Universe



My take on the Urban Cowboy Cowgirl. With a hint of neon and a prim and proper neck.


Appearances can be deceiving.  The Urban Cowgirl loves a flash of skin.


These boots were made for Walken walkin’… to acting class, and the laundromat, and gypsy busses to Jersey, and that cafe I like, and the bodega for a club soda because I drank too much last night.


(Boots are good for dancing, too.)


A giant bag is a New York necessity for holding subway reading, and my planner, and monologues, and coffee cards, and a purple pen, and three types of condoms.


A good hair day always means that it will be a good life day.


Just don’t try to cat call at me.  I’ll probably flip you off.



Nicole: Forgive us for our post-Chicago Chicago reprise. But Kelly just developed the second roll of our Lomography four lens camera film and these are the photos that ensued…

K: On our last full day in the windy city, I discovered that I, having planned for NYC prices, had not nearly blown my budget for the trip. (HOW COULD THIS BE?!) So we went vintage shopping in the only clothes we had left that didn’t stink. Nicole got this tee at Shedd Aquarium. We lurved the Jellies.

N: The jellies were super fucking rad!

N:  Sometimes early(ish) mornings and a lack of clean(ish) clothes make for verrry interesting outfits. (Just like camping!)  Here I am wearing Kelly’s sweater vest and floral pants while she rocks out my vintage Lacoste menswear cardigan.

K: As it was our last day together, we decided to celebrate the most hallowed of holidays, our BOOiversary, with the frothy crunch of multicolored macarons. Then we donned evening-wear for a night at the theater.

K: Nicole acted in Mary Zimmerman’s Metamorphoses at Boise State, so we had to see the production she directed for Lookingglass Theatre. We dressed ostentatiously to shock the overabundance of middle-aged people in the audience. (I hear they alone keep theater afloat in this country.)

N: Be it Chicago or Boise or even certain NYC theatres, the blue hairs always manage to get their paws on the creative goods.  Our only way to stand out is to deviate from the standard cocktail dress/suit jacket and tie dress code when we see such a show.  I’m gonna wear a gold lame pantsuit (masquerading as pants) with a purple polyester top.  Maybe you can see the top of the jumpsuit tucked into my stockings…so what?!

K: Oh, you know the bitch can work a muffin-top at the disco. E’rrbody wants a bite! I wore silver-toed booties (hand-painted by me), a silver collar, and a little a lot of exposed neon pink bandeau bra. Also, tuxedo jacket for warmth (not modesty).

N: Believe you me, when the boo is in such a ferocious outfit, getting dressed can be quite a challenge.  We like to compliment/justify each others extreme looks.  It took several tries to get this outfit working.  In the end it was alllllll worth it.

K: In one short week I will be in New York City, and we will have the challenge of dressing together for nine whole days, one of them being my 27th birthday. Woah, officially late twenties. Watch me go.

Next Week: NYC or BUST


Kelly: Dis ma new coat. It reminds me of Ms. Onassis. Rest assured, I will not wear it with nearly so much class and dignity. In fact, I might cut out dignity altogether. Jackie Oh no she did not get that for eight dollars!

Nicole: While Kelly sasses up her class, I’m gonna class up my trash.  I think it’s quite possible my newly thrifted leather bustier once belonged to a 90’s hooker.

K: I got this coat with Kim and Bethany in Mountain Home last week. We hit up St. Vincent’s something fierce, and I walked away with this union-made, mink-collared beauty. And yes, I was for real, only $7.99. Scores like this make the hand-cramps that come from carrying too many hangers at a thrift store all worthwhile.

N: Not to mention the gross gray hanger fingers…eww.

N: Friday was my 25th birthday (who-hoo! Quarter of a century!), so got myself a prezie! I picked up the bustier from Vice Versa on Bedford, because really, what screams “every day I wake up it feel like my fucking birfday” quite like white leather?

K: My birthday isn’t for another month, so it was a wonderful surprise when Bethany gave me this jangley Middle Eastern necklace last week. I marvel at Bethany’s unflinching generosity. She inspires me to be more willing to part with my treasures. I love how this necklace reads like elaborate costume jewelry and makes music whenever I move. I also love the contrast of skinny jeans, suede shirt, and bold antique silver next to such a soft, ladylike coat.

N: Kelly designed and made me this ah-mazing beaded fringe necklace for our 10 year boo-iversary.  I love how it modernized my ultra-90’s high-waisted pants and bustier combo. I also love how the blue really pops against the solid red bottom half and otherwise red and white palate.

K: Our day trip to Mountain Home was much-needed salve for my soul. The cold landscape, hot tea, gracious hosts, and pickled eggs gave me clarity and perspective in an otherwise trying time in my life.

N: I am jealous of your escapade and the awesome scores and photos that came with it.  Luckily for me my roommate and I are going upstate today to do a little thrifting.  The hurricane has really turned the flow of the city upside down in every way.  While I am  grateful to have made it through the storm with nothing but an inconvenient commute for a few days, it will still be nice to get away from this crazy town for an afternoon.  Pictures to come of what we find!

K: Just don’t blow your wad before I get there on December 1st, mmmmkay?

N: Not unless it’s buying something for your December 2nd birthday!

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