This is Courtney, my genius furniture designer friend. You’ve met her before on Mighty Girl, I photographed her for her first Mighty Closet in 2009. We took these shots at the same time, but I promptly had a hard-drive crash, and recently realized I’d never posted these. Hooray!

The playsuit is vintage Cole of California, which means it probably doubled as swimsuit originally.

The first time I saw Courtney wearing it, we were in Vegas for a bachelorette party, which is what this outfit was made for. She just threw on some sunglasses and a pair of sandals headed out to brunch. This was about four years ago, before Urban Outfitters started its Romper for Every Hipster campaign, and before Lady Gaga made it slightly tedious to walk around with no pants, so I was impressed with her fortitude.

The earrings are also vintage, from her mom’s jewelry box.

Shoes by Corso Como, body by marathons.

This is the kind of thing Courtney would wear out to meet friends for drinks. She designed and built that chair she’s sitting on, by the way. If I could do that, I’d accessorize by carrying power tools around with me.

This delicate piping detail on the shirt is like a built in necklace. It’s a thrifted piece by Geren Ford.

The earrings were made by friend Rena Tom, who’s a jewelry designer and founder of Rare Device, and who will be appearing her own Mighty Closet one day soon. Right, Rena?

Jeans by Joe’s (cut is The Honey), shoes are vintage Charles Jourdan.

Here’s a vintage Geoffrey Beene dress and jacket, Courtney is an avid thrift store shopper. The yellow velvet clutch is Banana Republic, Courtney says the clothes there are a little too preppy for her tastes, but she loves their accessories.

When she removes the jacket, the deep neckline scoop takes it from the library to cocktails, which pretty much describes my ideal life. Shoes are Calvin Klein.

The necklace is by Jalea Jalea, Mexico.

The dress has a little surprise sexy in the back, which is kind of Courtney’s thing. So lovely.

This leather jacket is sans label. Courtney says borrowed it from an L.A. friend for “her summer/San Francisco’s winter.” Truth. Her purse is a Josh Jakus felt zipper bag.

Courtney bought this dress on 5th St. in Brooklyn so many years ago that the label just has a bird on it. Clearly the designer did not see Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein coming.

Shoes are Calvin Klein.

Again with the surprise sexy. Yes, Courtney. This is working for us.

If you’d like to see more of Courtney’s closet, you’ll find her here:

Mighty Closet: Courtney Skott, Outfit 1
Mighty Closet: Courtney Skott, Outfit 2
Mighty Closet: Courtney Skott, Outfit 3
Mighty Closet: Courtney Skott, Outfit 4
Mighty Closet: Courtney Skott, Outfit 5

If you’ll be near Austin on March 13, come say hi to me and Laura. We’re having a Mighty Meetup at the Girl+Guy Party at Scholz Garden. The place is cavernous, but please RSVP so we can be sure to have a clean glass on hand for you. See you there.

Jordan linked to this a while ago, and I’m still watching it every few days: We No Speak Americano

This Lionel Richie Lost Poster is so right.

And speaking of posters, yes to Posters on a Stick.

Watch your back, pointer finger.

Wait, just wait for 1:45. If that doesn’t make you miss your dad, you’re dead inside.

So sick. I woke up with a fever and chills and the smell of death on the air. I wish this bed would stop touching me so I could sleep.

Anyway, when I was young and feeling heartbroken, I used to make breakup tapes with one side for feeling sorry for myself and one with happy music. Did you ever do this? While I’m incapacitated, please add links to songs to weep by and songs that make you dance around in your underwear.

When my skin isn’t peeling up at the edges, I shall make a mixtape.

Alice and Eden make me laugh.

Exhibit A: Text message transcript from a conversation with Alice.

Me: I still can’t feel my toes.
Alice: I am sort of wondering if I’m still a little drunk.
Me: Yes. I woke up not hungover and thought, Uh-oh.
Alice: My head does hurt, so that’s promising.
Me: I think I spontaneously generated an organ that only processes bourbon last night. If you submerged me in a giant bottle of Makers, my intuition tells me I could breathe.
Alice: You evolved! You’re a higher life form now!
Me: I can actually hear what all the drunk people in the world are thinking right now.
Alice: Next time you come out we’ll have to test it out. Your bourbon gills.
Me: We’ll get a Deeta VonTease style champagne saucer, and I shall wear a bathing cap. And pasties.
Alice: Add that shit to your life list.
Me: It’s right next to asking Marilyn Manson to cover my body in Lunchables.
Alice: I can’t formulate a clever response because I’m laughing too hard. Which is hurting my head parts.
Me: Why are you laughing?
Alice: I’m laughing in triumph. My life list involves seeing you covered in meats.
Me: Full circle.
Alice: I’m impressed that you got to the airport. And that I somehow managed to call you a car. And that we’re still alive.
Me: I’m not surprised we’re still alive, just surprised we aren’t naked and chained to something in someone’s basement.
Alice: Oh, I am. Didn’t I mention?
Me: I know. I can hear your thoughts.
Alice: Why won’t you free me?
Me: You tend to thrive in an environment that provides creative constraints.
Alice: You’re like a semi-aquatic telepathic life coach.

Exhibit B: When I told her about my separation, Eden sent me this.

It’s an arrangement of mums with pipe cleaners to form the mouth and eyes.

My point here is that Alice and Eden have a book coming out today, and I’m excited for them. It’s called Let’s Panic About Babies!

If you’re feeling alarmed yourself, you can buy it here. Here’s hoping Alice and Eden make you laugh too.