Jeans quest and Vegas adventure prep

Sunday, I had to prep for another work trip to Vegas at Caesars Palace for a conference. I decided to actually prepare for this trip in advance, unlike last week’s complete last-minute packing scramble.


My lovely Atomic Testing Museum T shirt, as customized by B

In honor of the destination, I wore my Atomic Testing Museum shirt, customized by Brazen Bernadette. I hate crew necks, and the rest of the shirt was shapeless, so she broke out the scissors and worked some magic to turn it into something just for me.Alas, on Friday, one of my favorite pairs of jeans began to split along the inseam, perilously close to my crotch. NOT COOL. Especially since I was working at the time. Gah.

While I love vintage, I confess that I’m not one who wears it all the time…I’m more likely to pair modern clothes with vintage/retro-flavored accessories. I also lean heavily toward rockabilly tough-girl. I like a combo of girly and bad-ass. I try to choose classic silhouettes that let me throw off a retro vibe without giving the impression that I’m trying to recreate a specific point in history. While I admire folks who can comfortably sport head-to-toe vintage, I’m not one of them. Don’t judge.

Anyway: Jeans. I have long been a fan of Levi’s. 515, boot cut, just below waist, dark wash, please and thank you. I loved knowing that I didn’t have to try them on, I could just grab and go. But now…Levi’s has gotten all crazy and changed cuts and added weird slimming stuff and blinged out pockets and switched to fabrics that don’t work for me and I can’t find my freaking jeans any more. Grrrr. So on Saturday Tim and I braved the mall to see if I could find some last stronghold that carried my faithful 515s, in the right size and wash.


But I did find Levi’s that I liked. Good fit, fabric, and wash. Done. Then I hit the MAC counter and got sweet-talked into some Russian Red lipstick. Adore the color, and it’s not quite as drying as the Ruby Woo. I love it. Forgive the entirely blown-out lighting in the photo below.


The bejeweled front of the shirt and my delicious new lipstick.

I definitely felt ready for Vegas. I wanted to hit the Burlesque Hall of Fame Museum, but they weren’t open during times I could actually go. Instead, I settled for the Bettie Page stores at Caesars and the Miracle Mile. This time I had better luck than in San Diego, but I’ll save that for another post.


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