Dexter.

As if I had to dress up to play a nerd. Haha!

My sister as a doll. Adorable, no? My mom totally found her dress at the Goodwill for $4. In other news, we can all listen to Christmas music unshamefully now! Who's with me? Haha.

Recent Finds.

Left: mine. Right: sisters.

I kind of wanted to explode when my sister held these red boots up to me. Thank you to whoever designed it, to whoever manufactured it, to whoever bought it, and to whoever donated it to the Goodwill. Except it pains me to say that my sister doesn't really care if she wears them or not. It's probably just something exciting for her to stumble upon as it works it's way to the back of her closet. But don't worry girls, I have plans for these bad boys. Just you wait.

My ankle boots are actually womens--surprising, I know. But you better believe I greased my hooves for them. My brother wore them in my last post, and they actually look better on him since he resembles a twig. Oh, how it pays to be thin and lanky.

A Family Affair.

Is it horrible that I convince my siblings to take part in my daily photo sessions? My not-so-little brother debuts my thrifted maroon cardigan and incredible cognac-colored ankle boots.

& HOLY fashion did anyone catch tonight's Ugly Betty? I died. Seriously, for like thirty seconds. As many of you probably know (if you watch Ugly Betty), Lindsay Lohan's last episode aired tonight and bitch went out with a bang! She freaking wore one of those Spring 08 structured tops from Balenciaga in the final scenes. I am trying to find a still of the scene on the internet for those of you who didn't catch it, but it just aired tonight so maybe within the next week it'll surface. I'm still piddling in my panties because I don't think anybody understands my affinity for the brand. It's so much more than fashion to me. It's about perfect and impeccable craftsmanship and a revolutionary era of dressing. I did kind of want to smack the stylist who dressed Lindsay because the top was very loose compared to the structured fit on the runway. But whatever I'm not going to let it ruin this high. Ha!

Sometimes I think I'm Karlie Kloss.

...& then I wake up and realize my mind's been playing dirty tricks on me again.

*Excuse my death stares.

I finally found a blazer my size in mint condition surprisingly at the Goodwill, complete with a dry cleaners ticket pinned to the tag from it's previous owner. I am well aware that the blazer trend has been exhausted by many stylish bloggers alike, though Wendy from Hand It Over prompted me to continue the hunt because she just wears them so well. Anyway with mine, the fit through the forearms is pretty tight when the sleeves are cuffed, so I feel very constricted in it. But I'm a slave to fashion so whatever.

I've actually been thrifting quite regularly within the past couple weeks. I mean, I'm only limited to the Goodwill because being in the cesspit of podunk towns, there is no such thing as variety. During my trip to San Antonio last weekend, my mom tickled my fancy and took my siblings and I to our old town's Goodwill where I found the blazer, while my mom found some pants and a pair of shoes, and my sister, a blazer for herself. Then after lunch on my birthday, my mom took me to another Goodwill in the next town over. What I love about thrift stores, especially the Goodwill, is that you find different things at every store location, unlike brand stores where their merchandise is the same at every location. Here I found two oversized cardigans, a pair of shoes while my sister found some KILLER and I mean KILLER red boots very reminiscent of Rumi's Chloe stompers, plus her Halloween costume. I photographed them tonight actually, but I'll save em for a later post.

Well this entry is becoming a novel with every proceeding word, so I shall now retire to my pillows.

The Twist.

Being a goof while thrifting.

I wanted to do something different with a scarf because my knowledge of scarf-wrapping techniques only extends to the V and wrap or the non-chalant toss over. With my scarf today I twisted both ends, stuck one end in my front pocket and tucked the other end into the back of my cardigan. I hope my execution isn't dowdy, but I know you fashion folk will tell me the truth. =]

The Birthday Dinner.

Unfortunately, my youth has been surrendered to time, and now I am an old hag. Haha! It didn't hit me until my mom was approaching me with a delicious-looking birthday cake lit with two separate candles claiming my age: 2 0. I think I almost fainted when I saw it in front of my face, tangible and whole. But whatever, because I KNOW I have gained insight on life and all that important theoretical knowledge especially over these past two years. I am glad I am one to mature with age, though I will always hold on to my youth. Anyway, my more than amazing mom cooked me some of my favorite dishes for my birthday dinner, all to include garlic fried rice, honey walnut shrimp, and pancit palabok which is a noodle dish from the Filipino cuisine. Oh and all my cousins have called me and continue to call me Jey Boy, but when I introduced myself to one cousin I hadn't seen in a while, he confused himself and added another Jey obviously making it Jey Jey Boy. It's stuck in the family since then. Haha! I love you mom, and thank you again for a memorable day!

[My mom bought me a sweet necklace for which I've been lusting ever since I first laid eyes on it.]
[My Everythings.]
[My Hero.]

Here's to another twenty years!

San Antone.

San Antonio. USAF basic training graduation. Not many pictures. Apologize for grammatical lethargy.

This was one of four aisles overwhelmingly stocked with sunglasses at our old town's flea market. I was anticipating my reaction if I found some MMM knockoff mask sunglasses, but it didn't happen.

Being a tourist at my mom's favorite restaurant, delicious boba drink in hand.

So proud of him!

Grandpa sweaters.

I know this outfit doesn't do my sweater any justice, but my wardrobe is VERY limited due to airline weight limitations. HA! That's no reason for looking tore up. Anyway, if you didn't read my last post, I scored this sweater at the Goodwill a couple of days ago. It probably looks better on my sister with some black tights and heels, but she's over my impromptu photoshoots.

& I really appreciate all of you stopping by CitrusCoffee.
ya'll da bitnesssss!

I've already been to the mall + Drama at the Goodwill.

I apologize in advance for the annoyingly lengthy text.

I took my sister to an interview she had at the mall today, and I secretly HATE going to malls for very complicated reasons. I tried to type it just now, but I am unable to put into words how uncomfortable I feel every time I am in a mall. There's just like a mirage of plasticity by which I am enveloped even as I start to approach the entrance, with sales associates bombarding you the moment you set foot in their store, all for the hustle of a sale or an accumulation of commission. A simple greeting would suffice, but noooooooo. I feel accosted within every consumer/merchandiser interaction. I mean, I understand people have to work especially now in the midst of a recession, but damn. Jump off my goods sonn!

Anyway, after my sister's interview, my mom had a bag of stuff for us to donate to the Goodwill to which we responded very willingly as we LOVE the Goodwill. Usually, I'll head off to the mens section and my sister of course to the womens, but we stayed together this time and we gathered some great pieces actually. My sister pulled from the rack an electric-blue cardigan which I'm sure was someone's uniform in it's previous lifetime, and I found a Grandpa sweater with an awful 80s print that I just had to get it. I just hope I can integrate these two pieces into my wardrobe.

I found the mustard shirt which is a size 3XL but looks excellent with a skinny belt cinched below the bust. My sister found the magenta turtle-neck dress which was also quite large for her, but I convinced her we could take it in since the waist was elastic. The print skirt she held up to me as a joke, and I immediately fell in love and told her to try it on. Go figure, she ended LOVING it claiming it her favorite piece at the register after trying it on. The teal skirt is also a beauty with it's pleats. Both skirts would be worn as dresses.

Now I just hope we make an effort to alter these pieces because my sister has a tendency to leave things unworn, useless in her closet. Oh, funny story: as my sister was trying on her clothes, I was right outside her door trying on my finds which I probably looked crazy doing. Anyway, I had about six pieces hanging on a rack to my right and I would have to take a step to the right in order to be in front of the mirror. So as I was trying on my fourth piece, some random older lady walks up directly in front of the rack and grabs a navy uniform top which, by the way, I had intentions of trying on. She looks at it for like three seconds and strolls along. I didn't want to throw down in the Goodwill, not that I would have anyway, but homegirl took my top! And what upsets me the most is that she told one of the workers she was going to wear it for Halloween, and I had some serious plans to wear that as part of a regular outfit. UGHHH. I bet on anything that after Halloween, she'll donate it back to the Goodwill, and I will be reunited with my what-was-meant-to-be.

Check Yourself.

Dinner with my mommas and my sister tonight at the most authentic Italian restaurant in Central TX: Olive Garden. As we were being seated, I passed a waiter who looked me straight up and down like I was some alien. Which is fine because he's probably never seen anyone this damn gorgeous in his life. Haha nahh but as I passed him and caught him glaring at me, I voiced very loudly to him "Lovess it, right?" Ugh, douche.


My siblangs lumberjacking it.

Eggplant & Multicolor Plaid.

Sorry if this is similar to my previous posts' outfit; I promise I rotate my wardrobe in even intervals, and I took that picture about a month ago anyway. Haha! My sister WERRKING it in the last picture.

And to all two of you who asked about my dilemma with heartbreakers: I encountered a situation where I was led on by someone with no intentions to pursue a relationship with me, and I take intimacy VERY seriously so naturally I was quite heartbroken. That's all--but thanks for caring to ask ya'll!

Get Sillay.

Sometimes you need to phunk it up.

& you really made my day Rumi, really! =]]]





Edit: To all you heartbreakers out there, I hope our paths never cross. =[

Project Runway crowns a Queen.

WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Congratulations to Leann Marshall, winner of the fifth season of Project Runway. You guys should have seen the look on Kenley's face when Heidi told her she was out. Bitch ya out!!

>>What did ya'll think of the outcome?

Fall plans.

I woke up this morning to a somber and desolate neighborhood, PERFECT for taking pictures. It is tricky, however, to conduct a photo sesh without a photographer, but I still decided to hoist my camera onto a wooden gate and let 10-second timers do the work. The pictures were horrid, so I dragged my sister unwillingly outside to play photographer yet again before sunset. I usually never mention the composition of my outfits, but I found this comfortable flannel shirt in addition to a red-and-black one at WalMart, both for $5.00 ea. Lovesss. Oh, and please excuse the puffiness of my face; I got cellulite injections that morning. Please notice my sarcasm.