June 21, 2012
70’s Hot Pants Jumper Blue, 29% off now featured on Fab.Fab.comDorothea’s Closet offers up a colorful collection of vintage women’s fashions bursting with attention-grabbing patterns, sleek silhouettes and flirty details. This ‘70s Hot Pants Jumper will bring out the Barbarella in you! Full front zipper.

70’s Hot Pants Jumper Blue, 29% off now featured on Fab.
Fab.com
Dorothea’s Closet offers up a colorful collection of vintage women’s fashions bursting with attention-grabbing patterns, sleek silhouettes and flirty details. This ‘70s Hot Pants Jumper will bring out the Barbarella in you! Full front zipper.

May 10, 2012   121 notes
fuckyeahcats:

Today, (5/8/12) Skiski, my kitty cat best friend, made his way over rainbow bridge with the help of some very nice vets. The problems started showing themselves the day before yesterday, and we got him to the vet as soon as we could. After grabbing Skittles’ tummy, he let out a loud shreik and the vet told me, “I’m going to be blunt with you, very blunt, he needs to be put down.” and that was it. I regret losing him. He was my best friend. He nursed my ear lobe as a kitten. He would wash tears of my face with his rough, pink tongue. We would talk to one another, and for once, I wasn’t worried about what others thought of me for doing something out of the norm (yes, I would meow back and forth with him for ten minutes at a whack!) He would pounce on and hug my legs, sit outside the bathroom door and meow for attention to annoy me, only to prance away like a princess when I was out. I regret not giving him tuna before heading to the vet. I regret keeping him indoors for his last while of life. I hadn’t meant to. I had expected for him to be around for years to come—he wasn’t even three yet! I would have just let him out if I had known. I regret not paying more attention to him, not spoiling him more, not giving him the belly rubs he adored before it was too late. I regret a lot of things, but I hope one day I can come to terms with them, that I won’t always feel guilty, I don’t think Skiski would have wanted that. I stayed with him while they put him to sleep. It was quick, like the vet promised. Thirty seconds tops, is what he said. I don’t think it was even close to that long. It didn’t feel like it. He was gone quickly, the vet gave me a slight side hug, apologized and told us to stay as long as we wanted. We sat there petting him for a good minute before it actually struck me as this was it. He’s GONE. I still feel extremely sick. But we still stayed and I pet him until his paws were cold. Kissed him on the head, took the fur that had been shaven off of him, and we left. My grandfather had driven us there, and I cried about halfway home before he couldn’t take it anymore (kinda comical how uncomfortable he is with emotions) and took it upon himself to bring up politics. Yes, politics. But it was actually nice, it helped take my mind off of it some. Right now I feel like I can’t handle this. I feel like it can’t be real, I just want to wake up and know that it was all a bad dream, and Skiski is curled up next to Ziggy at the foot of the bed. He was a bit like therapy for me. My grandparents had always tried to get me in it while I was little, and I never accepted. Then there was Skiski, and I could talk to him without judgement, I could cuddle him and not feel self conscious, and he always wanted to be with me. He meant much more to me than a pet. I hope that somehow, some way, I do get to see him again someday. I love you Skittles. I wish it had been me rather than you, you mean the world to me and I’ll never, not for one second forget you. I’ve never met a cat as amazing and lovable as you.

fuckyeahcats:

Today, (5/8/12) Skiski, my kitty cat best friend, made his way over rainbow bridge with the help of some very nice vets. The problems started showing themselves the day before yesterday, and we got him to the vet as soon as we could. After grabbing Skittles’ tummy, he let out a loud shreik and the vet told me, “I’m going to be blunt with you, very blunt, he needs to be put down.” and that was it. I regret losing him. He was my best friend. He nursed my ear lobe as a kitten. He would wash tears of my face with his rough, pink tongue. We would talk to one another, and for once, I wasn’t worried about what others thought of me for doing something out of the norm (yes, I would meow back and forth with him for ten minutes at a whack!) He would pounce on and hug my legs, sit outside the bathroom door and meow for attention to annoy me, only to prance away like a princess when I was out. I regret not giving him tuna before heading to the vet. I regret keeping him indoors for his last while of life. I hadn’t meant to. I had expected for him to be around for years to come—he wasn’t even three yet! I would have just let him out if I had known. I regret not paying more attention to him, not spoiling him more, not giving him the belly rubs he adored before it was too late. I regret a lot of things, but I hope one day I can come to terms with them, that I won’t always feel guilty, I don’t think Skiski would have wanted that. I stayed with him while they put him to sleep. It was quick, like the vet promised. Thirty seconds tops, is what he said. I don’t think it was even close to that long. It didn’t feel like it. He was gone quickly, the vet gave me a slight side hug, apologized and told us to stay as long as we wanted. We sat there petting him for a good minute before it actually struck me as this was it. He’s GONE. I still feel extremely sick. But we still stayed and I pet him until his paws were cold. Kissed him on the head, took the fur that had been shaven off of him, and we left. My grandfather had driven us there, and I cried about halfway home before he couldn’t take it anymore (kinda comical how uncomfortable he is with emotions) and took it upon himself to bring up politics. Yes, politics. But it was actually nice, it helped take my mind off of it some. Right now I feel like I can’t handle this. I feel like it can’t be real, I just want to wake up and know that it was all a bad dream, and Skiski is curled up next to Ziggy at the foot of the bed. He was a bit like therapy for me. My grandparents had always tried to get me in it while I was little, and I never accepted. Then there was Skiski, and I could talk to him without judgement, I could cuddle him and not feel self conscious, and he always wanted to be with me. He meant much more to me than a pet. I hope that somehow, some way, I do get to see him again someday. I love you Skittles. I wish it had been me rather than you, you mean the world to me and I’ll never, not for one second forget you. I’ve never met a cat as amazing and lovable as you.

May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012   8 notes
sneeeeaky peek….DCV will be having another pop up vintage shop on Fab.com starting June 18! a vintage slip+fishnets+boots= alwaysgood.

sneeeeaky peek….DCV will be having another pop up vintage shop on Fab.com starting June 18! a vintage slip+fishnets+boots= alwaysgood.

May 9, 2012   1 note
shop shot, DCV’s Des Moines boutique after a 4 hour jewelry case scrubbing!

shop shot, DCV’s Des Moines boutique after a 4 hour jewelry case scrubbing!

May 9, 2012   7,271 notes

“ The people who get angriest about fat girls looking good and feeling hot are the people who are the most strongly invested in the idea that a person has to be skinny in order to be happy, healthy, and loved. ”

Lesley Kinzel, CNN.com (via broadist)

(via broadist)

May 9, 2012   61 notes
April 1, 2012   6,272 notes
hipster feets!

hipster feets!

(via submissive-sexkitten)

March 21, 2012
Fab.com Flash Sale: Dorothea’s Closet Limited quantity.Fab.comDorothea’s Closet gets its start in, well, Dorothea’s Closet. Owner Angela Petraline counts her Grandmother, Dorothea, as the inspiration for this eclectic vintage shop, which asserts that a woman can be strong and caring and well dressed. Watch out for killer silhouettes and gems from icons like Halston and YSL. 

Fab.com Flash Sale: Dorothea’s Closet Limited quantity.
Fab.com
Dorothea’s Closet gets its start in, well, Dorothea’s Closet. Owner Angela Petraline counts her Grandmother, Dorothea, as the inspiration for this eclectic vintage shop, which asserts that a woman can be strong and caring and well dressed. Watch out for killer silhouettes and gems from icons like Halston and YSL. 

March 19, 2012   1 note
Fab.com Flash Sale: Dorothea’s Closet Limited quantity.Fab.comDorothea’s Closet gets its start in, well, Dorothea’s Closet. Owner Angela Petraline counts her Grandmother, Dorothea, as the inspiration for this eclectic vintage shop, which asserts that a woman can be strong and caring and well dressed. Watch out for killer silhouettes and gems from icons like Halston and YSL. 

Fab.com Flash Sale: Dorothea’s Closet Limited quantity.
Fab.com
Dorothea’s Closet gets its start in, well, Dorothea’s Closet. Owner Angela Petraline counts her Grandmother, Dorothea, as the inspiration for this eclectic vintage shop, which asserts that a woman can be strong and caring and well dressed. Watch out for killer silhouettes and gems from icons like Halston and YSL.