Boy is this awkward. Um. Let’s just get it over with.

Hello readers,

My name is Jamaica and I am the fabled third roomate. I’ve been lurking around for a while now, creeping into Amber’s room and whispering “LINK ME IN YOUR BLOG” into her ear while she’s sleeping in hopes of subliminal influence (PLUG: I have a clothing line called Sapphire Cordial). Then one day completely out of the blue she asked me to post on Painfully Hip on a semi-regular basis. Coincidence? I think not.

Okay okay, so she asked me last June and I’m just now posting. Don’t judge me.

The point is, I wore a really cute outfit the other day.

The jumper was thrifted (from the kid’s section) a mere 4 blocks from our little adobe dreamhouse, and the belt and leggings both impulsively purchased at Ross for a combined sum of $10. The moccasins cost me a pretty penny about six years ago, but a pretty penny to me is a rusty gum-covered one that’s been put in one of those “a historical train flattened this” machines to most people. What I’m trying to say is, your local army surplus store often holds suprising $50 leather treasures.

To brighten up that Twin Peaks plaid, I added in a jewel-toned tank, gypsy scarf, and another belt– as a headband.

I have an intense tendency toward neutrals, so let me just note: that’s blue, green and several shades of purple at once! I’m growing!

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Next up: What in the name of all that is holy am I going to wear to Tucson’s Andy Warhol weekend?

I promised Amber her very own Sapphire Cordial Edie Sedgwick dress for her appearance at the Tucson Museum of Art and POP at the Rialto Theater this Friday. Oh wait. That’s tomorrow. Good thing we already raided JoAnn’s for the perfect jaquard.

I better get to work so I have time to dress myself. Boy is this some Cinderella shit.