So long, farewell.

The Sound of Music is one of my favorite movies, even though I do think that they could have just ended it at the wedding instead of doing the whole "let's hide from the Nazis and the oddly attractive Aryan mailman!"

With that being said, I think it's time to close up shop around here on Skeleton Key. As much as I love waxing philosophic about two-finger peacock rings and the search for the perfect pair of jorts, I feel like life has taken me in some interesting directions in the past few months. While none of those lead away from caring deeply about washing mustiness out of thrifted clothes, I find myself having less and less to write about here.

Because I fervently believe in over-sharing, I've started a new blog over here: http://exlibrisetcetera.tumblr.com/. It's basically about being a library science student and enjoying glasses. Super deep. Luckily, I'm crazy interested in the idea of being some sort of costume/fashion librarian (those exist! I swear), so my heart will never be far from fashion in one form or another.

Thanks to any and all of you that stopped by or left a comment, and thanks to all of the bloggers on my sidebar for continuing to provide me with lovely, fascinating content to devour. I certainly won't be taking a break from visiting those blogs anytime soon.

Stayin' safe and unsexy

Soapbox warning: Um, I'm getting on one.

I have a whole host of fashion bloggers that I admire and love reading on a daily basis. Recently, one of them posted about a supercute helmet that made even them, someone who hates helmets and doesn't wear one, want to own it.

Now, I'm especially sensitive about helmets these days. I recently had a lil' spill on my trusty bike, and because I was wearing my huge, nerdy teal helmet, I was only hurt a bit rather than QUITE a bit. It made me think: do we always need to be looking stylish and sleek? I've gotten a new helmet since this tumble, and it screams "HEY! ALL I DO IS KEEP YOUR BRAINS FROM SPILLING OUT" even more than my teal number. But do I care? Nope. My hair is always flat after taking my helmet off, and any cute twists or braids I've attempted are decidedly un-cute. And a beehive? Not unless I'm walkin'. It's decent at keeping my head warm in the winter, but since I'm a normal person and sweat, I absolutely despise wearing my helmet in the spring and summer.

However, despite all of its sartorial shortcomings, it does one thing that my on-trend maxi skirts and platform sandals can never do: keep me safe and riding for many years to come.

Girls just wanna wear jorts

As much as I hate combining words, I'm coming around to "jorts", the bastardization of "jean shorts." It's just so ANNOYING to have to ask the Goodwill lady where they keep their jean shorts stock. I'd rather just say "hey girlfriend, where those jorts at?" Me and the Goodwill lady are on excellent terms, by the way.

Why the sudden obsession with jorts? Because Portland is proving itself to be a damn fine place in the springtime every 14 days or so. And once every two weeks, I want to be ready with my summer finery! Also, I can't wait until my summer finery consists of fancier things than frayed denim shorts. My previous pair, which I will call Hotpants McPaintStains, really needs to be retired. They are glorified jean underpanties. So, the search for a suitable replacement begins. And I won't rest until they're acquired for under $10!

So what DO I wear everyday?

Yup. Also, please appreciate the effort it took to take a photo without my face in it. The face takes much-deserved attention away from the shirt.

Falsehoods

I, in fact, do not live in Brooklyn, but I think this poster is pretty darn cute. Buy it here, if you're so inclined.

The trials of online browsing, part 45

Not kidding when I say that I am THRILLED that these babies are sold out in my size. I do not need to spend $55 on pretty shoes that will see the light of day approximately 3 times.

Skirt-us maximus

Honestly, I'm writing this post because if I see Jean Seberg's adorable face staring back at me for one more day, I will chop all of my hair off. AND THAT CANNOT HAPPEN. Guys, I have a passion for long hair the way that some people have a passion for world peace. I wish I were kidding, but I look at my hair far more than I look for headlines about what's happening in Libya.

Vain declarations aside, I do have something worth chatting about. MAXI SKIRTS. As I explained in my "Jean Seberg is super hot" post, I have a thing for wanting the exact opposite of what I have. Such is the human condition. Therefore, since I live in Portland (rain, rain, GET OUT OF HERE) and bike/walk to most of my destinations, my wardrobe doesn't really have a place for floor-length skirts and dresses. The miniskirts that I loved wearing in frigid Chicago temperatures are actually perfect for biking (while wearing leggings, obvi). Which is why I can't stand them, and only want long skirts. But they are just so romantic and whimsical and wonderful! I feel like I'm always sweeping into places when I wear longer lengths, and there really is nothing better than a grand entrance.

My solution? Buy 'em up cheap at thrift stores and fasten 'em up with a rubberband when I'm biking. It may not be the most attractive solution, but neither is shortenin' my words, and that certainly hasn't stopped me in the past.