pintucks & perfectionism

With the completion of this piece, I feel I’m really starting to understand the mechanics of clothing. Face it – full-skirt-nipped-waist dresses are entry level, voluble enough to forgive most mistakes. There’s only so many pleated skirts a girl can make before repetition bashes her skull. But this dress – forties, fabulous, and fitted –…

normcore

I don’t want to look “alternative” anymore, and I feel bizarrely guilty about that. I want to be a vintage lifestyler. To wear Dior & co. as they were supposed to be worn, to sew my own reproductions, to sleep on curlers every night. And I’m just…not feeling twee anymore. I don’t want to look…

new in the shop

Selling off some pieces from my personal collection. Rare larger sizes! Midcentury Salmon-Pink Church Hat | $25.00 ’60s Purple Velvet Hat w/ Floral Detail | $35.00 ’50s Joseph Stein Overcoat Size L | $85.00 ’50s Lace/Taffeta Evening Dress Size XL | $70.00 ’50s Pink Seersucker Dress Size XL | $50.00 ’50s Teal Plaid Day Dress Size…

photo story: hear ye, hear ye

I attended the Stowe Renaissance Faire almost two months ago now, and I just managed to upload the photos, oh, yesterday. Look at me, all topical ‘n’ shit. This is why I could never blog for a living. Renn Faires are equal parts cheeseball fun and actual living history, and I love each just as…

capture the castle

Back in Ogunquit with a full ’40s flashback. You’ve seen all these pieces before, but the romance of keystones and creaking hinges makes everything new again. Plus, I was having a killer hair day. I wore this outfit to tour Maine’s historical buildings with my partner and parents. The tour guide interrupted herself multiple times to…

all for naut

If there’s a truer, plainer pleasure than the sea, I have yet to greet it. I love the kitsch, the candied air, the boardwalk romance, but what I love the most is the promise between the foam and me. You slide beneath the wave, and for a moment you pray: the space between a sweet ride and…

me-made: dot dot dot

I can feel my sewing improve, and I’m delighted. My seams are crisper, my cuts defter, my buttonholing a slightly smaller dumpster fire. I’ve made twelve outfits in three months. If each one takes six hours on average, and it takes 10,000 hours to be really truly good at something, then I’m…almost one percent there….

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…