me-made: bumble bumble

It’s one of those days where the camera is willing but the lighting is weak. I had visions of twirling about in my newest handmade creation, but only five of my ~20 photos were remotely passable, and it’s too damn hot for work ethic. I gave up in favor of vanilla iced tea and a…

she soon became bone from the fish and the foam

“Nobody swims up here,” said my godmother, when she took me to the beach on my last afternoon in California. Ha – Skye [surname redacted] swims anywhere. Fifty-degree waves? Balmy, when you’re from Vermont. Janice was happy to perch on a rock in her windbreaker; I pranced in the surf, feeling like Lewis and/or Clark….

welcome to sunny hartford

Like a lot of vintage girls, I’m not much for summer. Its novelty wears off far quicker than other seasons’. Spring and fall I could savor forever; I love that in-between. Summer and winter are altogether too in your face. So when we spirited off to ConnectiCon, I took advantage of an air-conditioned hotel to…

me-made: all i need’s a fruit hat

Older ladies often find me charming, but instead of pinching my cheeks, they want to give me vintage. In twenty-four hours, one middle-aged customer at work offered to bring me her great-aunt’s hats (!!!), and another pressed a heaping sack of fabric into my arms. “It was my mother’s,” she said, “and I can’t think…

what you learn in san francisco

It is easy, when you’re eccentric, to pass for a local. “Are you going to a costume party?” said everyone ever. My no didn’t faze them; I was hardly the weirdest thing they’d seen that day. That hour, even. Streetcars are Darwinism in action. No seatbelts, no handholds. You’re front and center in the daily…

me-made: and we’re back!

In one week I’ve attended a wedding on one coast and a funeral on the other, and in between I took four (yes, four) memory cards of photos. I bounced from San Francisco vistas to hidebound Connecticut, and I’m finally home in Vermont’s mountain cradle. Even humidity feels like a hug when you’ve been gone…

96 degrees in the shade

I returned from camp on Saturday, enjoyed some Thai food and a few drinks, and began resting for the next adventure: I’m flying to California the day after tomorrow! I’m being sponsored to shoot a friend’s wedding. Flying me out and putting me up, they claimed, was cheaper than hiring a local photographer. It’s my…

daisies & day dresses

Quick one today – I’m teaching at a summer program this week, and thoroughly enjoying a break from the usual fuss. ┬áSandals, summer dress, and a swipe of lipstick. No curlers or corsets. I empathize more with the “dowdy teacher” stereotype than I ever have – when you’re teaching middle schoolers, all you want is…

me-made: atomic americana

And with that, the vintage checklist shrinks a little more! I’d wanted an atomic print something-or-other for ages. It’s one of my favorite midcentury trends, all the more so for how strange it is. The weirdest things go viral sometimes. But designs inspired by atomic diagrams were indeed a Big Damn Thing in the 1950s….

i would mourn the wicked

Feeling positively Elphabaic in my me-made dress suit. And the hat is pretty Galindafied, don’t you think? The second of my birthday hats from my mom, dubbed a “head thimble” by my partner. I finished off the look with this appropriately garish flea-market brooch. Kristin Chenoweth would be proud. I’m definitely feeling the musical theater…

paying homage

When I first discovered one of my favorite vintage blogs, Polka Polish, this post was the one that officially hooked me. I’d never thought to pair stately brown with a hidden flash of red! When I found this brown vintage dress a few weeks ago, I roped my Malco Modes petticoat and the birthday hat…

me-made: the accidental bride

I really didn’t intend this shoot to look so, well, bridal. The dress is much bluer in person, its flowers far more prominent. It’s why I picked the fabric. But at a distance on a hazy day, it’s summer elopement incarnate. That much more so with the hat. I’m used to getting strange looks when…