Sunday, November 30, 2008


I suppose it's all subjective, but I have found that the benefits of a relationship with my best friend overwhelmingly trump the drawbacks. We got to skip the awkward first dates, the small talk, the games. We already knew we had similar tastes and opinions on more important matters. He knows my entire family already (they adore him and vice versa), even the distant relatives, and his parents and I already have a mutual love for one another. It seems so logical, but I was apprehensive about it, at first. At this point, any past anxiety seems irrelevant,  because I can't tell you how wonderful it has been. Maybe I'm finally more concerned with my own happiness, rather than the opinions of others. 

It's no secret that I'm a difficult girl to handle. In addition to my better traits, I am stubborn, emotional, annoyingly independent (and sometimes quite the opposite), messy, anxious and a hermit. Not to mention my disregard for ever truly growing up. For some weird reason, he loves me, despite what a handful I can sometimes be. I hate to rhapsodize, because it makes me and everyone else uncomfortable. Suffice it to say that he is wonderful, beautiful, kind, thoughtful and just about as disgustingly perfect as someone can be. 

In short, if I didn't like him so much, I'd probably want to throw up all over his shoes. Icky love stuff still gives me the jitters. Did I mention I'm five years old?

-Keiko Lynn

Saturday, November 29, 2008


There is a huge trunk full of clothing that I have yet to alter, but I find myself starting new projects on a daily basis. My problem is that I have to finish what I start, all in one sitting. Otherwise, I will never finish it and end up moving on. I promised myself that tomorrow, I will tackle at least some of those unfinished projects. Let's see if I'll actually pull it off!

In the meantime, here is today's outfit, complete with a little skirt I made. I have to give credit where credit is due. I made a similar skirt months ago but never pulled it out of the closet because the waistband just didn't lay right; it crushed the skirt. Yana, of Supayana, gave me the idea to make the waistband larger, so the fold wouldn't go so far down. Sometimes I need someone to knock common sense into me. Thanks, Yana! This is the result:

Outfit details:
black, long sleeve shirt - f21
skirt - made by me
target tights
vintage granny boots - beacon's closet
green peacoat - zara
vintage purse and obama pin!

Bobby bought that vintage polyester for me, at a vintage store in Park Slope. 

Obligatory silly face!

Good night:)

-Keiko Lynn

Friday, November 28, 2008


As this post makes evident, I am not above matching my makeup to my clothing. It's not something I'm proud of, but sometimes I just feel like it's necessary. I'm infamous for the occasional (okay, more than occasional) matchy-matchy, monochromatic outfits that invoke wagging fingers, so I figure I might as well go all out and be obnoxious, from time to time. Hey, if Chuck on Pushing Daisies can do it, why can't I? Speaking of, I am heartbroken by that cancellation. Anyone else?

Outfit details:
vintage hat (from my mom's store, Hourglass Consignment, in Margate, Florida)
h&m top (it's Bobby's, but it shrank, so I stole it)
80s belt 
h&m skirt (second hand from beacon's and altered to fit)
express tights
vintage boots (gift from my mom)

Makeup details:
the usual concealer, etc.
some cheap milani lipstick
blacktrack fluidline (base and liner)
Urban Decay Oil Slick e/s
MAC freshwater e/s
MAC stars and rockets e/s 

I've had these boots since high school. My mom thrifted them for me, for my prom. 

I have an ever growing collection of vintage hats, courtesy of my mom. 

I've been working on getting Postlapsaria's store back up and running, all night. It's about 3/4 of the way finished, but I'm waiting until it's all done, to launch it.
-Keiko Lynn

p.s. Peter made the original bio. For the record, I am NOT a fan of Heidi and Spencer. Peter just wanted to make sure everyone sent me hate mail!

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

I didn't photograph my outfit, today. To be fair, you're not missing much. I went casual, with jeans, t-shirt, sweater vest and boots. It's Thanksgiving...this day is meant for eating!

That's okay, because I have better news to share with you. My good friend Peter is my hero of the year. He offered to make me a new site (something I've been waiting for years). I accepted his offer, thinking nothing of it, since several people offered the same and never came through. Lo and behold, he sends me the template a mere couple of days later. It took me awhile to transition hosting services, but after I did that (and accidentally deleted my old site in the process), I woke up to a new site. And I really like it. It's pretty and simple and came complete with a handmade tutorial that made it so easy for me to understand. Peter, you win friend of the year!

With today being Thanksgiving, I didn't get a chance to finish putting everything up in the store, so there is a place holder right now. But I am very excited to get everything back up and running within the next couple of days. Here is a [cropped] screen capture of the main page:

Anyway, I'm grateful for many things in my life, but today I am super grateful for the tremendously wonderful timing of Peter's site design. I mean, I deleted an entire site. Who does that? I had it backed up, but the hard drive crashed. This is how everything works in my life...everything I touch breaks. I was in need of a new, prettier site anyway, but without it I would have been punching myself in the face.

Thank you, Peter!

-Keiko Lynn

p.s. How did you spend your Thanksgiving? Bobby and I had Lane (our old roommate) over for dinner and we ate way too much. Homemade mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, zucchini casserole, green bean casserole (notice the trend), cranberry sauce, stuffing and pumpkin cheesecake for dessert. I have to say, it was a pretty awesome dinner. Lane and Bobby are great cooks! I contributed with green bean casserole...I am the loser at life.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


Every time I see someone wearing white tights (online), it is accompanied by a negative comment. There is always at least one person who says they make their legs look like sausages. It's always sausages. Well, I have been the object of that ridicule on more than one occasion, but I refuse to give in. I like how they look, sausage legs or not.

Outfit details:
vintage beret with vintage brooch (both from my mom's store)
peter pan collar top - Lux (second hand, Beacon's Closet)
thrifted belt
vintage gloves (also from mom's store)
thrifted lace slip skirt
thrifted white tights (new in packaging from target; bought at salvation army)
nine west bow heels
vintage purse (!!!! my favorite; a gift from my mom)
Obama pin:)

makeup details:
too reddish brown brow pencil (stupid purchase; I should stick with the tried and true)
rimmel blush
MAC skinfinish (Light)
MAC blacktrack fluidline and stilife paint on eyes
Estee Lauder lipstick in Fig (thanks, Penelope!)

I have a long night/day of Thanksgiving cooking ahead of me. Yet, here I sit, telling you all about my outfit. Oh well.

-Keiko Lynn

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Like Mother, Like Daughter

When I was little, I fretted that I was too much like my father and not enough like my mom. People were always telling me how I looked like him, took after him in talents of singing and art. Since he was not a part of my life, I resented it. I practiced my mom's facial expressions in the mirror, worked endlessly to become a lefty, like her. It overwhelmed me with guilt, thinking that maybe I was more like my dad, a mere stranger who tugged at my heartstrings.

I look nothing like my mom, an ever prominent and influential figure in my life. Blonde hair, blue eyes and tanned skin conflict with own dark hair, brown eyes and pale complexion. Her confidence and aptitude for business are absent from my self-conscious, scatter brained persona. Despite my tireless, kindergarten effort, I am right-handed. I have straight little eyelashes from my half-Japanese father and the name of his Japanese mother. There is little on the outside that can be tied to my mother. But her resilience, wit, compassion, love of animals and all things old, tattered, antique, vintage - these are the gifts from my mother.

Literal gifts from my mom: vintage beret, vintage floral dress. h&m mustard tights, vintage boots, vintage Neiman Marcus coat, vintage wicker purse (from my mom's best friend...kindred spirits!) and thrifted belt. 

The irony is that my sister Amanda, who might as well be a clone of my mother, has little affection for vintage clothing or antique treasures. Neither does Nicole, although Tessa seems to appreciate it more than the others. It couldn't make me happier, because my mom spoils me with vintage dresses, hats, shoes, jewelry, linens, furniture and odds and ends that my sisters would turn their noses up to. Every once in awhile, I'll get an amazing care package full of tons of vintage goodies. 

This vintage beret was one of those goodies.

Now, for the details of this outfit:


Click the pictures to see in its entirety. 

Now that you know what my mom and I share in common, please share with us your bonds with your loved ones. I'd love to read them!

-Keiko Lynn

Monday, November 24, 2008

Long Island

Bobby and I took a day trip to Long Island, to retrieve a bicycle roller (I don't know, either) and do some serious thrifting. I always enjoy going to Long Island, because it feels a little bit like South Florida. I'm not sure if it's the chain stores and the Boca Raton-esque moms and daughters, or that my mom's best friend lives there, and it makes me feel closer to home. Maybe a little of both.

It was really cold and I visibly shivered and did dramatic chilly dances. You know, the kind where you dance in place, rub your hands together and whine a lot. Am I the only one over five who does that?

I dressed for warmth, and this vintage cape did wonders. It's like wearing a cozy blanket. My mom got this out of a dumpster, behind a thrift shop. Should I have left that little detail out? I don't care, I love it - and my mom washed it before sending it, of course. It bugs me how this particular thrift shop throws out bags and bags of clothes. Why not take them to another charity, or a homeless shelter? My mom sometimes fishes them out and brings them to one of our favorite charities, Operation Hope. But this particular cape made its way to from Florida to New York.

The cold weather makes my skin dry and blotchy. And my lips are chapped, despite my fervent use of burt's bees and vaseline! Maybe I over-moisturize.

Outfit details:
vintage cape (thanks, mom!)
h&m vest
grey sweater (express, $7 on sale)
$12 jeans from f21
vintage boots (thrifted six years ago)
nine west bag (gift from mom)
vintage gloves (from mom's shop)
vintage hat (thrifted)
vintage scarf (from mom's shop)

makeup details:
rimmel blush (apricot)
MAC bare canvas paint
MAC woodwinked eye shadow
MAC blitz and glitz fluidline
MAC dipdown fluidline (brows)
CG mascara
burts bees and wind chapped lips:(

-Keiko Lynn


Chances are, if you're reading this, you already know me (or at least, kind of know me). If you don't, you will. Since I work from home (designing/making clothing), I spend my procrastination periods blogging about my life. I document my outfits, makeup, creations, family, animals and friends.

I'll skip the personals ad and introduce you to the members of my household.

That's me. I'm Keiko Lynn.

My boyfriend, Bobby. He's a smiley guy.

Miku, the princessest puppy you've ever met.

Little gal Lacy, one half of our new, dynamic kitty duo.

Little guy Vester, the masculine half of our kitty duo.

Together, we live in a two bedroom apartment, in Brooklyn, New York. The kitties sleep in a vintage bassinet in the guest room and Miku sleeps wherever I sleep, always. Now that you have met my little family, I hope you'll continue to follow my blog. Add it to your RSS feed, bookmarks, etc. I'll try to update every day.

-Keiko Lynn