holy moly me oh myyyyyyy

i don't think i have anything clever/witty to say. not that i usually have clever/witty things to say. but i can usually think of a story or something to entice you with.
OH. here's a story: french people don't end sentences with prepositions and i'm pretty sure english speakers aren't supposed to either, but we do (like that sentence up there that ends with with). if it was proper english, it'd have to say "something with which to entice you." and if it was proper franglais, it'd say "une chose avec quelle je t'entice." LANGUAGE IS KEWL.

i bought the dress! and i wore something other than jeans and a shirt! progress, right? right? riiiiiiiight? it's super cute and kind of huge (hence the belt) and i decided it'll make a good pregnant dress if i ever happen to be pregnant.

oh, another story: i have a new favorite baby name. it's edith(edie) rose. it used to be olivia(livvy) jane. but the other day my little sister decided to steal that name from me and call her child olivia june. real nice, paris. one letter different.

do you like how possessive we are with inanimate and irrelevant objects like baby names? do you also like how none of my stories are actually stories?

socks, right? trends are weird. 'cause if a year ago, someone had said "tayler. in a year you're going to wear really tall school girl-esque socks with flats," i would have psh'd them and went on my merry way. but lo, i'm rockin' the socks.

this is what i looked like outside, minus the awkward sideways posing and such. i did take a picture of me pretending to smoke 'cause i was doing the whole 'oh i don't give a shit i'm wearing a leather jacket and pseudo ray bans' thing, but it was a fail of a picture.

scarf: target

jacket: miss sixty via von maur

dress: modcloth

slip under the dress: urban outfitters
belt: urban outfitters

socks: target

shoes: urban outfitters

that's my liam-aiken-as-a-squinty-child impression

except now he's not a child (ANNA) he's just super gorgeous (and still squinty) and i want to marry him.

 i bet he'd like the name edith.

hey guys here's another modcloth dress that i kind of like.  except i like this one in one of those "oh lord (sometimes i feel weird saying 'oh lord' because that's my last name) (my old boyfriend used to call me 'oh my tayler lord') (i always feel weird saying ex-boyfriend. i prefer old boyfriend) i would never wear that but it still somehow appeals to me" sort of ways. not one of those "oh my gosh i need to wear this now AND when i'm pregnant" sort of ways.

it's so deliciously eighties! like double breasted jackets! i looked up prince william on tumblr last night and there was something about double breasted jackets and i laughed (that last bit was for the benefit of tess and anna).

i feel like i would like this dress and i'd wear it with black tights and boots and be happy. and then i'd wear it in the summer with flats and still be happy. cripes. maybe i do want it.......and it's on sale.........oh no.