my vendetta with vintage.

I’ve been to LA more times than I can recall, but I’ve never been there with this particular objective: try a stab at vintage shopping. I’ve always wanted to boast, “Oh this little thing? It’s vintage.” Okay, not really, but there is an untapped world of used goods out there – a treasure trove aged with history and waiting to be discovered.

So on Sunday morning, after already losing an hour of sleep thanks to Daylight Savings Time (also a first experience grumble, grumble), I woke up and hustled over to the Melrose Trading Post for their weekly flea market.

The amount of junk commingled amongst the treasure was dizzying. But that might’ve been attributed to the nutritious breakfast I had thanks to the hotel’s 3-minute waffle iron. Anyway, I dove right in and immediately found an adorable scarf with bold colors and a fun pattern for $2. I thought it was a good indication that it was going to be a successful first venture into vintage.

Unfortunately, I soon became overwhelmed and reverted into indecision mode. There was so much stuff just bursting out of boxes. Talk about overstimulation. So instead of continuing the hunt, I ended up taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. That in itself was a great experience.

After I checked out all the flea market vendors, I headed over to Jet Rag Vintage. My research (if you know me, you know I do my homework before I travel!) indicated that every Sunday, Jet Rag has a yard sale where every piece is $1. I wasn’t even close to ready for the absolutely mayhem about to be witnessed.

If there’s anything that I’ve learned from my miserable Black Friday experiences at an outlet, I should’ve known that cheap goods equals chaos. Again, I stood aside, preferring to watch people digging through piles, hoarding heaps of clothes in corners, and even snatching pieces out of each other’s hands. I’ll pass, thank you.

Inside the store, I had a more pleasant experience as everything hung on racks and was sorted by type of clothing and period of time. By this point, I was exhausted and just browsed the racks for the sights.

I walked away with only the scarf that I purchased at the beginning of the day, but I did learn a few things from this experience:

  1. The early shopper snags the best goods.
  2. Come with a mission and have an idea of what you’re looking for; otherwise, you’ll easily lose yourself in all the junk.
  3. If you’re looking into vintage clothes, have your sewing kit ready. Many items don’t have size labels and are in need of some re-shaping.

I haven’t decided whether vintage is for me quite yet. It was definitely an adventure, but also incredibly exhausting. And while it’s a lot easier to browse the racks of Forever 21 and H&M, I do plan on giving it another go. Next time, it’ll be vintage with a vengeance.

brunch + beach.

Burrito @ Orange Inn in Laguna Beach

To kick off Spring Break 2011, the beau and I took a mini-roadtrip up the west coast, heading first to Laguna Beach for brunch. The Orange Inn Burrito was delish, but then again, I’m a sucker for anything containing avocado.

I’ll admit that I watched the synonymous MTV “reality” television show back in the day.  But I actually love Laguna for its laid back, village-y ambience.  People brought their dogs everywhere, surfers floated patiently in the water for the next decent wave, and everyone in general was friendly and carefree.

Wish we could have spent more time there, but a few hours taking in the sights and weather was enough to feel relaxed for days.

Hope you’re enjoying your spring break!  And if you don’t have one to enjoy, feel free to soak up the pics, even if its just for a moment in your hectic day.

hello world!

If you’re reading this inaugural post, then you probably already know me and were loving/curious/bored enough to click on my Facebook link.  Thanks for your kindness!

And if we haven’t met, well get ready!  My name is Jen and I’m a second-year law student from Arizona.  When I’m not reading court cases or writing memos (but am probably supposed to), I’m following my biggest interest in life: fashion.

It didn’t take me a long time to discover my passion, but it did take me a while to admit it to myself and to you.  So here it is: I love fashion.  I love culture.  And I love that style is a form of personal expression limited for the world to see.

So as my interest in style and culture grew so much that I could no longer keep it to myself (and the boyfriend can only listen to so much of it without exploding), I decided to start this blog.  It’ll be part personal style, part fashion, part culture, part inspiration board, part scrapbook, and a whole lotta miscellaneous.

f21 top + skirt; tory burch straw bag; cynthia vincent for target wedges

There are a few people in my life who are currently following their dreams against all odds and I envy them.  Some of them moved across the country, some of them turned their passions into objectives, and some of them were just brave enough to get out of a career that knew they never wanted.  This blog is dedicated to them.  Because of you, this is what I tell people when they ask me about my post-grad plans: I don’t know what I want to do, but I know where I want to be.

I’m not sure what exactly will become of this blog, but I do hope you follow along on my journey.  Enjoy!