Friday, July 25, 2014

Violet Vale

It's really easy for summer to get me down. I miss my friends and campus. I miss sweaters. I miss comfortable temperatures. I've lived here all my life. This summer has asked me to confront something uncomfortable time and time again: I've gone an grown up. I don't recognize my neighbors anymore, and they have to squint for a full minute before they recognize me. Restaurants that seemed glamorous and large are sort of dinky and strange, alien and familiar. Rooms are smaller. Sisters are entering 5th grade.
I can't pinpoint exactly what that has to do with this outfit. I wouldn't have worn it two years ago.
Anne (of Green Gables) has a similar experience on her own trips home to Avonlea. I guess that's a feeling that translates over the generations many between us. Also Anne is fictional, so.

Dress: Thrifted @ Goodwill
Shirt: Totally my dad's
Jacket: Vintage via my mother
Mocs: Minnetonka
Sunnies, Necklace: ModCloth 








Sunday, July 13, 2014

She Almost Drives Me Crazy

This is the Palette on Parade Dress from ModCloth. I got it during their massive 50% off sale and I'm so glad. I was afraid I wouldn't like it, having admired the You're in Luck style only from afar. The pattern is, I admit, a bit much. But I guess I'm a bit much. I'm 100% in love and was easily the most colorful thing at my cousin's bridal shower this afternoon. 
The house it was held at was done all up in huge floral patterns, lace, and birds. I wanted to live there. The woman who owned it complimented my look, which is almost as good.
I know those mocs don't match at all, but they're a little more respectable than my old red ones and SO COMFY. I thought about digging out my old ankle strap dance shoes. I doubt I'll even dance again, so converting them to street shoes in their retirement is fine. But I decided I valued comfort over cohesion. These mocs are moose hide and lovely.
Note that I am 5"4 and this dress is a little shorter than I thought it would be. I mean, it hits at my knees, but based on the pictures I thought it would be longer. I think the plus size version of this dress might be shorter than XS-XL.
The dress is  much brighter in real life than it looks on their website! You'll turn heads.

Dress: ModCloth
Belt: Off a vintage dress thrifted @ NoHo Hospice
Bangle: Thrifted @ Goodwill
Mocs: Minnetonka
Sunnies: Forever 21









Saturday, July 5, 2014

Grand

I ordered the Artisan Ice Tea Dress (in blueberry!) on hecka sale at the beginning of the summer and I can't believe it hasn't yet graced this blog. It's lovely! Navy is such a comfortably flattering color on me. And in this dress it's handled gloriously. As you might have noticed, solids and I don't usually go together, but the lace skirt makes up for it.
I ordered it in a 1X despite the caution that it runs small, hoping that it would be shorter. It's hard to be 5"4. It's stretchy, so the overall fit is not bad. But the chest isn't at all accommodating,buying beware.
It seemed the perfect look for the 4th. We didn't do much--just the local parade and a barbecue. But I got to wave at Tammy Duckworth and a police officer complimented this look from his car as he went by, which was satisfying. A lovely, lazy holiday, even if I did get an awful sunburn.
Dress: ModCloth
Moccasins: Minnetonka
Sunnies: Faces?
Scarf: Theater department sale









Monday, June 30, 2014

Floral Folly

Having this blog is kind of weird. Most of the time it's about what I wear, but sometimes the pictures of my outfits sort of puddle over into art. Which is odd. I don't think of myself as a photographer, nor my photos as photography. But there is an element to this process that is art. Performance art? Is that the right word?
I just think there's something incredibly powerful about taking pictures of myself. The poses, the scene, the flavor: I'm in control of my presentation in the most delicious way. It is a performance, no question. But in my pictures I try to walk the line between honesty and performance. They're not mutually exclusive concepts but...
Think of it this way. "Selfies" and social media trends in general are often accused of being misleading. People post what elements of their lives they find glamorous and suitable for showing off. I think  that's a really unfair and inaccurate reading of why Facebook users, Snapchat enthusiasts, bloggers, etc. do what they do. We're telling our stories. Our stories. Our own. We get to choose who has access to these autobiographies. And they're collaborative. So of course we're trimming away the bits that don't interest us. But each InstaGram photo, each Facebook status, each blog post is a little piece of who we think we are. 
I hope I'm not boring you, and I really hope I don't sound like an advertisement. These photos are a little piece of my story.
Is it art if you have to explain it? Probably.
I'm a muddy young lass disappearing into fairy. I know I'm late to the flower crown party.Fashionably late.
Why do I always post what is effectively the same image three times? Ah well.
Top: Forever 21
Shorts: Thrifted
Belt: Dorothy Perkins
Floral wreath: Made by me!!
Necklace: Amazon











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Friday, June 20, 2014

Tall Blondes

I've been stuck in kind of a fashion and feelings funk of late. On tumblr I described it as having lost my groove. I'm not sure I've found it yet--probably I need someone to turn me into a llama before that can happen. But this outfit is undeniably groovy. And so am I.
I was looking at old, old blog posts last night. Though I might cringe openly at a good number of those past fashion decisions, I found myself missing the blurry, poorly posed photos and the baby-faced 17 year old who danced around her back yard, improbably balancing her tired old camera on bottles of lighter fluid and striking poses inspired by pin up calendars. 

Something about that time and those photos feels so genuine, so earnest. But with tripods and haircuts and 1000 mile hops comes change. Becoming "good at this," I think, comes dangerously close to making this blog cold and dry for me. I know this is a side effect of adulthood slowly creeping in until it lay its icy grip around your heart, but it's still strange to discover that I'm nearly two years older and in many ways no longer the girl in those photos. Nor am I the person I thought she'd become. I'm not a theater major. I'm not at all svelte. I'm usually far too lazy to go to parties. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't go to protests every weekend. I don't smoke cigarettes and have intellectual conversations with French people in poorly lit nightclubs. 
But I think she'd find it in her heart to be proud of me. You know, after she forgave me for not being the cool cat she wanted to be.
Certainly she'd love this giraffe dress. I think I know where my groove is.
Dress: eShakti
Jacket: Vintage via my mother
Shoes: Thrifted @ Goodwill
Purse: Garage sale
Sunnies: Forever 21










Friday, June 6, 2014

I Can Dig It


I thrifted these silly floral pants at Goodwill a few weeks ago. As I'm evidently never going to get around to making a video about that trip, I may as well tell you that they were $3.99. They're a size 16, but the fit is bizarre. Or perhaps I just don't understand the cuts favored by old ladies? I ain't trashing old ladies--they're gems. I'm trying to emmulate their flawless style with these strange trousers.
I should have gone to greater lengths to take a good picture of them. The pattern is very adorable.

Tee: Definitely my dad's
Pants: Thrifted @ Goodwill
Sandals, Sunnies: ModCloth
Necklace: Amazon