I Exist (and survived the Tarheel)

As Southern Helle previously mentioned, I recently visited the quaint little Marine macho hamlet of Jacksonville, NC. My first stop? The Tarheel (I first typed Tarhell, i am not sure which is more appropriate) my introduction into country bars. I knew going in that it was a country bar but my stubborn hipster self refused to dress the part of the local species:

Yeah, you could say, I stood out. Not exactly the attire of choice for personas countrias Jacksonvillus.

Headwrap from Three Bird Shop on Etsy. Earrings from Target.

My newly reshod Candies from Kohl's. One of my most favorite, and smallest heels.

Misc: Tanks: Target
Jeans: London Jeans @Victoria's Secret

Yeah, I may not have fit in but I had a great time. Southern Helle is great at getting me out of my comfort zone and showing me a great time. And he may have been in junior high when I joined the Navy, but Mr 21 showed me I still got it.

When In Rome...



My town offers little in the way of excitement. It is a tiny little town on the NC coast whose only real claim to fame is its proximity to two large Marine Corps bases. For a while, I blogged about it anonymously (read it here) but you can only skewer at town's idiosyncrasies for so long. Then I turned to half-ass fashion blogging.

When Leather Peacock agreed to come down for a local winery's annual harvest grape stomp, I decided to tack on some local culture and really show her Jacksonville, NC. In this town, that includes a trip to the infamous Tarheel Opry House, a shit-kicking country and western bar known for an interesting dance interpretation of Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's song "Fishin' In the Dark". I won't say it is NSFW but please keep small children away if you watch it otherwise you will be paying for therapy one day. Leather Peacock is way more hipster than I am and usually chooses to stay away from such establishments. Never underestimate my powers of persuasion. She treated the whole outing as if she was an anthropologist studying a strange species... until a cute 21 year old Marine offered to buy her a shot... but that is her story to tell, not mine!

T shirt: some tourist shop on Broadway in Nashville, TN. How pretentiously authentic of me...

Earrings and Bracelets: Forever 21

Jeans: American Eagle. They are called Artist Jeans and can still be found here.

Boots: made by Laredo. Zappos carries them here but I think I picked mine up at DSW years ago.

My attempt at rockabilly

Pinup girl pose?

I originally attempted a fishtail braid but had already had too much wine. Hope this ended up more rockabilly and less Snookie a la Jersey Shore.

The ubiquitous boots

Leather Peacock on the right. See... she really does exist! Now if only I could get her to write a blog post...

Double trouble!