sugarplum baby

she is a thing of dreams that comes with the first snow of the season.
her golden blonde hair glistens in the glow of lights as she spins and twirls in her lace covered slip across her room of frosted holiday trees.
her silky olive skin radiates as she peers through branches and poinsettia leaves. and her soft brown eyes, lashes fluttering opened and closed as she dances, are magnetic and shining.







as quickly as the snow starts to melt in the warm spring air, the sugarplum baby soon isn't there. she's gone from your gold-hued stare.
she is a slight gleam in the shimmering lights that gets packed away until you find her again with the next winter fair..

xx
The Pulp Girls

crystalline queen

crystalline and clear, a pool of blue in her eyes

lights shimmer from her touch in a haze so dreamlike.

the queen of the cold and the dark night will rise

to the bristling needles in the glowing moonlight.

xx
the pulp girls

sugar + spice

It's 1975, and her world glows.
Saffron is daydreaming in a secret loft.

 She was born under the a bright star, and craves light: a daughter of the Earth, yet somehow more a being of the Sun. She was birthed, and called Saffron, and for the most part left to her own devices. Her mother was a transient soul, and brought the baby to her wealthy, aloof mother for some stability.

Saffron grew up living in a self-dreamed world of magic. The walls of her grandmother's manor house crush her; cavernous and cold, seeping gloom from every crack, even in the full light of Day. Scared of the house ever since she could remember, and pining for sunlight, she took to wandering the surrounding meadows and tiny village nearby in her wild patterns and vibrant colors.

She's a ghost, an in-between.
Her favorite place is a carpeted, yellow-curtained loft, at the top of a spiral staircase.
It was originally a wood-paneled storage area for leafy plants in cold weather, but the little shop that took care of the plants shut down, and just left everything. When she stumbled onto the loft, Saffron fell in love with the glowing room. She nursed each of the wilted plants back to life, and began to spend all her time reading and daydreaming in her hideout.

xx
The Pulp Girls

for the love of halloween

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** make sure you stay in costume all year with these totally radical vintage threads**

xoxo

the pulp girls!

babes in arms

if you listen closely you can hear it. 

there's a hum, a buzz, that's growing louder and stronger as we speak.

it's the humming vibrations of the youth cult of babes in arms taking over the world one wink and smirk at a time.

they come sporting smiles, and colored strands of wavy hair and petaled crowns of pastel confection.

tbey're taking over the grocery stores, rooftops, thrift shops, carnivals and arcades.

they decorate their arms with fuzzy stickers and temporary tattoos wearing retro-fied dream-green flowered pantsuits, navy polka-dotted frocks with exaggerated collars and patent leather covered completely in gold sparkling sequin delight.

they'll freeze your glance with their cool, galactic stares, flicked with black cat-eyed liner and curled lashes.

you won't be able to look away... but then again who would want to...

next time you see them be sure to keep those stars in your eyes.

xx

the pulp girls