You’ve seen and love them: on necks, wrists and sticking through the occasional hole, but never before have you seen them so eloquently displayed. Ladies and gentlefolk, please help me welcome, The Mewelry. The tables have turned, gone are the days when jewelry was meant only for those stricken with vaginas. Here are the days when mewelry take it’s rightful place, around the neck of self-respecting men everywhere. Out of the gate, we have a handmade leather mustache necklace. Times are a-changin’, and in these times mustaches rest not only on the upper lip but somewhere just below the clavicle. Even further south rests a pseduo-mermaid either praying or keeling over as a result of what looks to be constipation. A totem pole for when one head just isn’t enough. A whistle for when unwarranted actions occur. And rounding out the crew, a gold watch pretending to be real but who is no more real than the English accent of the Portuguese man who sold it to me. Believe it or not, folks, all of this mewelry cost me less than 10 smack-me-in-the-face-with-that-totem-pole-necklace-aroos – lending to my theory that looking above average can cost below.
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Any and every time that I have to pack I will undoubtedly get anxious at the fact of tucking away clothes I’ll just need to wear in the following few days — or worse on travel day. The horror. And with my move to Toronto looming — just a week now, yehaw — I’ve begun the obligatory task of packing and feeling anxious, one that has not lessened over the years of my student induced moves. Today is the beginning of using this next week to help decide what essentials make the coveted trip with me and which I shun into darkness.
Putting aside the fact that I look grossly tired in this picture — solid colors on solid pieces of clothing. Just recently I wrote about the graphic tee, which I scarcely wear, but enjoy when I do — usually I opt for plain things and rely on fit more than print. The tee I’m wearing above, is the viscose tee from American Apparel and one I’ve grown to love — there’s 4 more to prove it. I now affectionately call them my droopy tees. I think they give off a certain I-tried-but-not-too-hard sentiment and they handle my affinity with stretching clothes quite well.
As for the rest of my attire, I think I speak for the masses when I say fuck yeah denim cuttoffs and/or cardigans and/or Toms and mewelry, no or, because let’s be serious.
Just when you thought the time of sweaters had left the proverbial building – they didn’t. Like a bad case of herpes that just won’t lay off, sweather (sweater weather) is seemingly here to stay. And if you can’t break that sweater induced heat than you might as well embrace it, put on some mewerly and a denim jacket (not shown, but worn nonetheless) and hit the dusty trail.
Disclaimer: no shoes in the preceding photo. Extra long mewelry for an extra fun time. I feel like your neck is somewhere you should be able to do whatever you want with, so, I took advantage of that and put really long mewelry around mine.
This has always been my go-to sweater in times of need and cold. I generally steer toward things that are either kinda over-sized or a little to small and this sweater seems to happily fit both of those requirements. Magic. On a different but not entirely unrelated note, a tiny women appears to be doing a prayer of sorts whilst suspended around my neck – mewelry: takin’ you places you ain’t never been.