wasp waist

I have had amazing luck with discount ’40s dresses lately. First sheer WWII loveliness for $20, and now this striped confection for $25. At a brick-and-mortar vintage store, no less, so no shipping costs. I drooled over this particular dress several weeks ago, actually, but it was $98 then, so I left it on the rack and…

throwback

A return to my former heyday. Aggressively twee outfits are no longer my bread and butter, but once in a while ain’t bad. Particularly in such a (stereotypically) Parisian color scheme. I feel like Madeleine’s sullen older sister, the creepy one they keep in the attic. Dress: Lindy Bop, via eBay Everything else: thrifted d

somewhere that’s green

I’m feeling really jittery and burned out today, with not a lot to say. I’ve had a wonderful few days, though, so it’s to be expected: I get, and have always gotten, hella dopamine crashes. Get me happy enough, get me deliriously buoyed, and there’s bound to be a low. Flip a switch, and my…

danica in daguerrotype

I took these photos of Danica almost six months ago now and promptly forgot about them, likely due to the bucket of sangria that concluded our shoot. I found them a couple days ago, edited them up, and here you are! (Yes, the Victrola is actually hers. How cool is that?) 

black tie with ketchup stains

There’s a particular combination of traits that I’ve noticed in myself and in precious few other people, and it almost guarantees that we’ll get along really, really well. It’s a love of elegance and dressing to the nines married to an inexplicable slovenliness. Picture this: sitting around in a fancy dress while mainlining microwaved chicken…

i’m officially writing a novel

Title says it all, really. I know I talked a big game about said novel just a few posts ago, but I’m someone who tends to work in fits and starts. Or, more precisely, one big start and then a series of little fits until the whole project tapers. It’s hard for me to finish…

railfan

You may have noticed that I’ve gone a little, uh, nuts buying dresses the past month or so. I don’t want to present a misleading picture of my financial situation, so please note: it was entirely the fault of Christmas money and post-holiday sales. The gravy train is slowing down now, so I will be…

casual friday

Yes, I realize how out of touch I am with the average American when this is casual for me. That’s some Marie Antoinette shit right there. Something about this outfit feels distinctly informal, though. I think it’s the above-knee skirt. Lately I’ve realized just not me I feel in that silhouette. I have some lovely above-knee…

war’s end

This dress, every ’40s-fabulous inch, was twenty dollars. Twenty. I’m not sure how I ended up on a WWII reenactor site, but I’m not complaining. This beauty was right there on the front page, in my exact size. Every dot seemed a tiny eyeball, winking at me until the seduction proved overpowering. May I repeat:…

what do you do with a shrunken shirtdress?

You take yet another cue from Nora Finds and wear it over another dress. I’ve grown a cup size in the past year or so, which means this dress no longer buttons smoothly over my chest- not that it ever really did, if I’m being honest.  I’m loath to get rid of it, though. It’s such…