Portland Flea

Vintage shopping and cooking have always been sort of the same for me. In the way that I’m  I’m not all that good at doing either even though I so desperately want to be and know I could be if only I could get past my impatience.

So imagine my surprise and delight over the last month or so when I’ve found myself shopping thrift and actually enjoying it! There have been some really awesome, recent Goodwill excursions. And let’s face it, Naked Lady Parities and Swaps are kind of like thrift shopping for beginners.

Another great experience I had recently came in the form of Portland Flea. This half indoor, half outdoor market invites a handful of Portland vendors to showcase their wares on the third Sunday of every month (pst, remaining dates are: 5/19, 6/16, 7/21, 8/18, 9/15, 10/20, 11/17 & 12/15) along a one block stretch of SE Portland that includes the beautiful Union/Pine.





I went with one of my most skilled thrifting friends, Jordan, you should all know her fairly well by now, and it didn’t take us long to scour the various racks. In fact, I loved how I never felt overwhelmed. The small, select number of stands allow for a less intimidating experience than a store full of stuff and the farmers market casualty of it really let me shop stress free.

The first thing I picked up were a pair of leather/suede tan cowboy boots from Scout & Parcel. 






Look at my cat, Bandit. She loves them.

I’ve heard Portland Flea can be a little overpriced, and sure I could see that at times when I was there, but I bought these for $24 not knowing or caring what kind of deal that was. I could tell they were quality. They were a good neutral color. I could afford them. And I’ve always been a real fucking nerd for horses, which is also developing into a real love of a fashionable western aesthetic, so I knew these would become staples.

Plus they are old and worn-in and well-loved and it felt so good not consuming something new.

And I’ve already tested them … they are perfect for summer bbq’s and road trips.





So, solid decision. I’m happy about that. My purchasing anxiety was little to none and I love my new kicks! Shopping success.

Jordan tried on some stuff too. Right in the middle of the place. Because some people in dressing rooms are SLOW.




And while she did tried to zip up those adorable fucking shorts, I found my second purchase of the day: an $8 framed photograph of Mount St. Helens. I am obsessed with Mount St. Helen’s. I’ve always wanted an awesome Mount St. Helens picture. And honestly, I just trusted that some day I’d stumble upon the perfect one.



I picked up this little guy from Canned Ham Collectables. Is it weird that now I just want more? I am going to be such a freak with 20 Mount St. Helens pictures on my wall.

But before that happens, let me tell you about my third and final purchase of the day. I think some of you will recognize this one, but yeah, I had to have it!





That’s right. I even have pictures modeling this beauty! And now it’s mine. It was love at first fitting.

And yes, that means lovely Emily from Sturnelle Collection was there!





I might have to have that black and white dress next …

But yeah. That’s it! That’s what I bought! And I love all three of them equally! And they all feel so cohesive with my mood of late and my style leanings and the way I want my summer to feel. And it all started with chicken, waffles, and Budweiser so I’m sure that yeah, that had something to do with how dreamy it all was.



Ok! I’m leaving for CA this Thursday. Gotta drop my hot mama Jordan off for her epic cross-country road trip and also visit SF because it’s fucking ludicrous I’ve never been there, so if I don’t get another post in before that, I’ll be hitting you up from the road on Instagram (@cheapwineandpantylines)



Break For: Portland Steez

Yesterday I wen to the Portland Flea and got some pretty special treasures. But before I get to that, how about we break for Portland steez?

My most special baby Jordan was accompanying me on the thrifting adventures of the morning and when I caught her post-market excursion standing next to this little betty, I knew I had my shot.



Jordan & Tasha

I mean, there’s not a whole lot more to say, is there?
Cute, cute cute. Skirts, jewelry, layers … you’re welcome.

Flashback Friday: Dazed and Confused

Yeah I know. It’s Saturday. But this actually works because my movie for this week was Dazed and Confused and because I’m late one day I’m now writing this on 4/20, so we’re all good. Phew!

I had this movie memorized when I was a teenager. Favorite line?

“Wipe that face off your head, bitch.”

God I love Parker Posey. And I definitely wore knee highs and short shorts like this back in the not-so-far-away day.


Photo Cred: http://milkbreadfashion.blogspot.com


Babes. Stone Cold Foxes. I was obsessed with this fashion. I will not lie.


Photo Cred: http://www.fanpop.com

And Milla Jovovich? Duh hot stoner babe.



I really did covet how good she was at rolling a joint. Bow down.

Don’t worry. I didn’t forget about Matthew McConaughey or the rest of the Dazed and Confused studs. Remember the one that always wore overalls?





Personally I always like the mean Irish, wood shop, dude. Go figure.



Oh the nerds? Yeah of course.



Yeah I know. Cutest nerds ever.

How about some more great quotes? All from IMDB.com

Simone: I did it when I was a freshman, and you’ll do it when you’re seniors. but you’re doing great. Now fry like bacon, you little freshman piggies. Fry!


Pink: It was vicious. Had some pretty cool seniors though. Like, they’d beat the hell out of you and then get you drunk, that sort of thing.

Mitch: Cool.


Shavonne Wright: What the hell are you talking about girl?

Kaye Faulkner: Didn’t even think about it did you?

Shavonne Wright: Gilligan’s Island?

Kaye Faulkner: It’s what called a male pornographic fantasy.

Shavonne Wright: [laughs] Oh my haha

Kaye Faulkner: Think about it! You’re basically alone on a deserted island with 2 readily available women. One, a seductive sex goddess type. The other… a healthy girl-next-door-type with a nice butt. So the men have it all, the Madonna and the whore. Women get nothing! We get a geek, an overweight middle-age guy, and a nerdy scientific type.

Jodi: [interrupts] The professor… is sexy.


Darla: Ok girlies. It’s really hot out here and I’m really sick of looking at you.




Wooderson: That’s what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.


Darla: What are you looking at? Wipe that face off your head, bitch.

Happy 4/20 everyone! Now go get Dazed and Confused and relive this awesome ass movie.

xoxo, Lou

10 Things I Love About Naked Lady Parties

I recently hosted a Naked Lady Party at my apartment. In case you’re unfamiliar, this is where you invite a gaggle of girlfriends to visit your house with armloads of their old accessories, clothing, shoes, etc that they no longer want in their closet.

Methods on the actual swapping of stuff varies, but in our case, we typically sort the goods into categories (sweaters, dresses/skirts, jewelry/accessories, pants) and have at it.

Below are the top 10 things I love about these swaps.

10. Food

I always ask my girls to help supply the food and drink for these shindigs. So while I’ll buy some champagne and delicious juice, maybe some carrots and dip, I rely on them to bring the stuff I’d never buy myself like Doritos and Blueberry moonshine (thanks Lauren!)

In all honestly, I might have thrown this party solely in the hopes someone would bring a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. And I don’t know why we served them off of a plate, we just did ok?




A kitchen full of girls and food. WINNING.

9. They cure hangovers

The night before this swap I was slaving away collecting notes for Miss Jimi Pop’s upcoming feature. It was a real sacrifice let me tell you. So I went from this Friday night:


To this on Saturday day:



That’s my boyfriend’s dirty t-shirt. I could hardly put makeup on. I wanted to sleep all day. But I didn’t. Because I knew I had 10 girls coming over to my house … my dirty house full of empty cupboards. My friend Jordan promised I would snap out of it, and guess what? I did.

Having a bunch of girlfriends over to your house to drink tons of booze and eat and laugh and “shop” works fucking wonders for a hangover. So eventually, I ended up feeling like this:


(We were actually sending that picture to my boyfriend for doing most of the party prep work. God bless him for understanding the demands of this blog, right?)

8. Friend Steez

It’s really fun to see the things your friends find  and how they incorporate them into their own sense of style. It’s also awesome to pick up a piece of clothing and know immediately who brought it. Swaps allow you to accumulate fashion finds you might never pick out for yourself. And with everything being free – it’s virtually risk free!

The only risk that remains after leaving the party is figuring out how not to look like an asshole when wearing all your new shit.


My friend Laura scored this party purse. We don’t know what it’s for … drugs? Condoms? But who really cares? It looks fucking cute.


Somehow Jordan managed to find a made-for-her vintage crop top and vest that weren’t already housed in her own closet. Aren’t you already loving how she’s styling her shit? Cute. Always cute. 


I found this sweater!!!! Which I want to live in it’s so comfortable. Fine, fine … I’ll show you the real deal and not the ‘filtered til you don’t look hungover’ deal.


7. Girls looking like adorable jackasses in ridiculous clothing



6. Having your friends call you a bitch for making fun of their clothes

5. Having your house look like a store where everything is free.




4. This sweater


3. Girlfriends

There has not been one swap where I haven’t met at least one new friend. It’s a great way for your friend circles to mix and for friends to invite new friends to join. I love meeting new girlfriends because who are we kidding? Girlfriends are the absolute BEST!



2. The Clothes

This last swap, I walked away with quite a few new items of clothing. An entire basket full actually. Here’s the deal: it’s more or less free shit, you can take fashion risks, you cut down on shopping time, you get to drink while you shop, so many of your friends are there to lend their opinions, sometimes you find AMAZING stuff (who was there when I got the cutest Cheap Monday jeans on earth???)

Here’s a look at some of the stuff I found this time around:


Hello cute new ass-tight jean skirt!


Orange/Red pants! Welcome to my summer wardrobe!


Prints, prints, prints!


My boyfriend “Where would you even wear that to?”

Me: “Um I dunno, probably wherever the fuck I want.”

Yay! Welcome new suede, button-detail, ankle  length skirt!


Yeah I got really lazy taking these photos, but I do love getting new bathing suits.


Cozy, cozy polka dot dress. And not obnoxious polka dots either as someone at the swap pointed out. And … pockets.


Jordan! Haha oh the big, baggy, cropped, and hippie-influenced shit I got from Jordan. God bless her. And god bless how comfortable and amazing her style is.


100% cotton on that baby – yes please.


Haha – yep. Jordan’s. But Trash Cat is all mine. You can’t get cats at these things, at least not that I know of.


Technically I got these the night before, but it counts. Orange Vintage Vans. Swoon.

1. Women

Yeah, it’s pretty great to have a bunch of girls getting naked and trying on clothes in your living room. But what’s even better is the community it builds.

Not only does it bring women together and support friendships among women, we also donate any leftover clothing to women’s shelters or women’s centered non-profits in town. So this focus on fostering positive female relationships through fashion is my #1 reason I love Naked Lady Parties.

Damn sometimes it just feels so good to be a girl and I love when we make an active effort to celebrate that.

If you haven’t had a chance to host or attend a Ladies Clothing Swap, I highly suggest you get on that stat.

xoxo, Lou

Flashback Friday: Heathers

Don’t you think for Fridays going forward, we should make this a thing? Looking back on movies with awesome, fun, ridiculous fashion? I think so.

I convinced my fella last night to put on “Heathers”. It actually didn’t take much convincing and lord, when those opening notes of “Que Sera, Sera” began, I was so fucking hyped on our movie choice.

“What is your damage, Heather?”

Squeeee! And then the fashion … the fashion! Let’s just look. Nice and easy, Friday styles.



There is just something about this scrunchie scene. And her crazy ass red house? Yeah it’s good.



Photo Credit: glamour.com

And man, Christian Slater. He totally fits my squinty eye fetish, but…totally no way. I couldn’t go there, but I bet my sisters could have when this movie came out.



Photo: Graffiti With Punctuation

I really like when she drinks that slushie. I remember watching that as a little girl and really weirdly liking it. It was probably the dress. And then I can also really relate now to how gross it is to throw up something with slushie consistency. …which I mention because she totally does that at the party. Spoiler alert?



Photo: The Movie Blog

Who wants to bring brooches back? Yeah me neither.

Ok – I don’t want to post too many more pictures, because my boyfriend hasn’t actually seen this movie and we didn’t finish it yet, but go! Go watch it now and thank me later.

And I will just leave you with some IMDB quotes because along with the fashion, they’re the best part, right? God bless Heather Chandler’s one liners.

Veronica Sawyer: It’s one thing to want someone out of your life, but it’s another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer.

Heather Chandler: You blow it tonight, girl, and it’s keggers with kids all next year.

Heather Chandler: Grow up Heather, bulimia’s so ’87.


Heather Chandler: You stupid fuck.

Veronica Sawyer: You goddamn bitch.

Heather Chandler: I brought you to a Remington party and what’s my thanks? It’s on a hallway carpet. I got paid in puke.

Veronica Sawyer: Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up.

Happy Friday, everyone!

xoxo, Lou

Arabella Salon

The trick about Arabella Salon on NE MLK in Portland is finding it. After heeding my excellent advice and making an appointment to see my girl Alex, I typically give friends directions that sound something like this: So it’s really hard to find, it’s pretty much a door, and there’s some graffiti around, and maybe it’s by an alley? But like, just look for the geese on the wall and then go through the door and walk up these stairs and open the door and you’re there.

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See it there? On the left?

Even though it can look a bit sketch from the outside, especially in the dark ass Portland winter, this salon quickly confronts its diffident exterior the moment you walk through the door and start up the steps.


Taken from the top of the stairs looking back at that plain old gated door. Not bad, right?

And the charm doesn’t stop with that partially exposed brick, red walls, or chandelier either. The inside is equally absorbing with giant windows set against more exposed brick lining the front looking out onto MLK and only a handful of stylist chairs and no receptionist, the salon lends an inviting feel as if you’re supposed to be there.


Notice – the wine, the adorable stylist stations – unique to each stylist and all with incredible vintage charm, and back there behind the shampoo bowls is where you enter.

There is a small waiting area in the center of the salon with comfortable couches and always updated magazines. And like I said, there’s no receptionist and no need to check in since all of the stylists there run their own show and know most of their clients by sight. And if you’re new and yet to get to know them, take comfort in the fact that they will know you on account of your newness, because regulars are so common – they will know you’re there for them simply on account of being a new face showing up at the appointed time.


Photo Credit: Portland Mercury

There is also a very small jewelry case and art on the walls that rotates the wares of local Portland artisans – all of it for sale. It is a nice contrast to some salons that throw any old crap in their retail areas hoping just to make a sale. It is clear Arabella attempts to pick artists they think their clients might actually enjoy while also remaining very discreet about their showcasing.

I love this salon, it’s true, but I wouldn’t have ever discovered it if it weren’t for my girl, Alex. She is incredible. We met years ago when I worked as the receptionist at the Aveda salon where she got her start. And … Whatever I don’t need to say anything else about her other than she has phenomenal style, almost all of it mined from thrift stores, and has been doing my hair for … going on 5 years now?

She loves what she does and strives to stay educated about her craft, so even after 5 years, her methods and techniques for styling have evolved and I’m always really thrilled and proud of her when she shows me some weird new French technique she recently picked up at one hair show or another. Plus, she is just really fucking genuinely nice and sweet. And a total goofball.


Alex being gorgeous.


Alex showing off her effortless style.


Alex getting drunk with yours truly.

So Arabella. It’s fucking awesome. And oh yeah, it’s stupidly eco-friendly of course, so you know, if you’re from Portland and obsessed with that like we all are by some sort of default of living here – then don’t fear. They even won an award for it. Read about their rad reputation here.

They were recognized as the winners of the Davines Premier Eco-Salon Contest. They were chosen over thousands of applicants in a world-wide competition and it’s no wonder why when you look at the list of green practices they promote in their salon (see link above).

Also can we just talk about Davines real quick? This is their primary product line and it’s embarrassing to admit, but I have no qualms about spending $25 each on a bottle of shampoo/conditioner. When I go back to my old school less expensive, but always all-organic stuff, I can feel the difference. So of course last night I splurged again on the good stuff.


I’ve also used their “LOVE” shampoo/conditioner and I well, loved that too. Get it?


Their hairspray is also the best. And I got a sample of this OI oil, but shit man, I wish I could have afforded an entire bottle last night. Smells SO good. Is SO awesome. Next time.

Oh right, ok, so should we look at my hair now? I started to lighten up my ends. That’s it. That’s what I did. But it’s a start to a process. I guess looking back on my hair post, I realized that while I might change it slowly, I still change it. And so I suspect 9 months from now, we will be looking at a whole different color of hair on this head.



I like it, I like it, I love it! After all that fucking obsessing, I left a very happy customer. As always. Because Alex and Arabella seriously do so much to make me feel that way.

xoxo, Lou

Preview: Fashionable Friends

You know who doesn’t have problems changing their hair? My friend, Jimi. She went from black to blonde with nary an eyelash bat. See below.

Oh yeah, she also fronts an amazing local Portland band, Thanks, and makes totally swoon-worthy jewelry, and has some seriously killer style. She is all around awesome and lucky for you, she’s my friend so I can definitely drag her to happy hour this Friday and make her tell me all about all the things that I just know will give you a seriously hurtin’ girl-crush.

Honestly, one of the first times we ever sat down for drinks together, we talked about sending an old dildo to my mean ass old apartment neighbor. I love her. You will too. Watch for this next week. ❤



I know. She still looks amazing … what a bitch.

xoxo, Lou


Hair Neurosis

I am totally neurotic about my hair. Whenever it comes time for me to get my hairs did, I fucking obsess over it. I obsess over what I could do and what I want to do and what I actually will do and then ultimately, I never feel like I end up doing anything that earth shattering. And I’ve totally written about this on the site too. Probably multiple times. Cause I’m seriously crazy about my hair.

When I was younger, I did crazy shit with it I suppose – relatively speaking. Manic Panic was where it wast at. I usually went with this dark, dark red color… probably now what they call “Vampire Red”, which is the stupidest name ever.


God. Remember this shit? Sometimes I would stray into purple and I used the blue once too. Like, one of the first times I ever got really underage drunk. That was fucking ugly and disastrous.

After the teenage allure of Hot Topic trips to pick up hair dye ended, I started working in a salon and of course because it was cheap as shit, I was in a better position to be more experimental with my hair and it was total fun and games. Until I graduated college  of course and wanted to get the hell out of dodge and decided to end my 4 year tenure as the best fucking salon receptionist ever and realized that my discounted $10 product charge hair colors sessions would now be upwards of $150 hair color sessions for the shit I was doing to it and therefore had to ask my favorite colorist to arrange it so my natural would grow back in seamlessly because with all my new student debt, I was in no position to move across the country with no job and splurge on hair color. … God that stylist was such a good colorist. I miss her. But the point is, I wasn’t doing jack shit with my hair anymore and that was fine … for awhile.


This is me and my sister, at a bar of course, with our natural locks. You can see they’re very similar. Probably about … 22 here.


Mad Natural. And oh yeah. I worked on a dude ranch and eating jell-o shots straight from the pan was NOT a one time thing.

So anyway, of course I got bored with that after awhile. And I got bangs. And then I chopped it all off. And then I dyed it practically black. And I made a really excellent Snow White:




That little timeline there amounts to the riskiest thing I have ever done with my hair. I know. It’s not even THAT crazy.

But that’s not surprising because I have pretty boring style, but … point is … I think I obsess with my hair because I always think I want something crazy, but never know what it is and therefore never end up doing anything about it and that is really annoying.

So I’m wondering what to do today. It’s been kind of fun growing it out and rocking a middle part and all of that, but I really want to stay away from anything too close to that time when it was au natural. And so I’m having a hair block.

So what do I do? I gave a shout out to my homegirl today on Instagram because she rocks a really crush-worthy ombrè:


But I’m sort of undecided if I want to go that route. I’m telling you, I want everything at once. And this always just makes me go middle ground, which is completely the wrong approach.

Eventually, I would really like to go copper/red, so do I start that process now? What do you think? Maybe you can tell me … I ask you to pick out shoes for me, so might as well ask for your brilliant ideas on my hair. Because sometimes it just feels like all I want is someone to make these decisions for me. So if there are any stylists out there reading this … your 2 cents would be appreciated.

As it is, I’m going to walk in to see my poor stylist, Alex, tonight who has to deal with this indecisive shit on a 2-3 month basis and tell her I don’t know what I want, but I want something different, and just make sure I still look hot.

Oy, poor girl.

I’m kind of thinking next time, I should just get really wasted and put a stop to any hair inhibitions … this could also be a disaster. See: blue hair story above.

Either way – I’ll post pics tomorrow. Show you what Alex comes up with 😉

xoxo, Lou

(ADDENDUM: I’m still obsessing. Literally, I just posted this and thought, wait, do I really want something different or do I just want to maximize a look that is bangin on me??? Seriously, I want to punch myself in the face too.)