me-made may: easter come lately

    It was only after I’d shot and edited these photos that I realized: this outfit is a lot more paschal than what I actually wore on Easter. The kitted-out church backdrop doesn’t help. Whoops! Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere. In my defense, this vintage fabric from Etsy’s LingonberriesAndMoss didn’t arrive until the day…

red in suit and claw

Because I live in Vermont, May is the month I’m most inspired to take photos. Also because I live in Vermont, May is the month it’s most maddeningly difficult to take good ones. The sun bounces in and out, weaving between raindrops and poking its insolent tongue at me. Sun or shade I could work…

me-made may: tentatively tropical

If you’re me, as some of us lucky ones are, you desperately fear being ordinary. Naturally, you want to change up your photo spots once in a while. So you get all dolled up in a ’40s-style number and a favorite hat, you strap on your gear, and you shoot an entire blog post in…

remember the fifth

Today, May 2nd, is the fifth anniversary of My Kingdom for a Hat. You’ve heard the rigmarole before, so I won’t bore you with another “best of” post. Instead, like any blogger worth her salt, I’ll humiliate myself for your amusement. I dug through the archives and found one photo for every month of MKfaH,…

the name on everybody’s lips

How better to celebrate paschal rebirth than by honoring the 20th century’s first fashion revolution? I’ve been meaning to make a ’20s dress for approximately ever. With Easter Sunday’s forecast in the 80s and humid, I definitely needed something breezier than last year. I started this dress on Holy Saturday (…I know) and finished it…

the greatest generation

You ever stop for a minute and feel sorry for all the vintage collectors yet to come? It occurred to me the other day how lucky I am to have a solid collection, because now? In 2017? Dior’s New Look is seventy years old, for Pete’s sake. World War II is almost eighty. We persist…

unim(peach)able

I bought this dress (only $20!) last fall in a fit of post-season pique, and I confess I was disappointed upon its arrival. Its listing photos looked much more orange than the dress itself turned out to. As a rule, I’m not too fond of peaches and pinks. My skin tone has a yellow base;…

and we’re back!

I moved, first of all!  Only two blocks away, but tell that to my groaning shoulders.  Not to mention my executive function – you try coming up with #engaging #content when your brain wants a bad movie and your gullet wants a beer. Then, once I was finally craving vintage again, it rained for a…

in like a chimera

I had planned to post these last week when it hit 65 degrees, but the temperature plummeted the next day and ruined my whole “in like a lamb” theme. So here I am – better late than never, but still pretty damn late. Not to mention that I already took these photos almost three weeks…

happy belated

I’ve written about becoming a more private person (I could link to it, but that might defeat the purpose), and that informs my celebration of holidays like Valentine’s Day. I no longer want to perform my relationships for the world. Which isn’t to say I’d shame those who do – it’s just no longer my…

damsels, dames, & dior

It snowed a foot and the winds are punishing, but this is what I opted to do with my snow day. You don’t get between a woman and a long-dead midcentury designer, that’s for damn sure. Dior’s “New Look” collection launched seventy years ago yesterday, and a late homage is better than none. I’m not…

cig figs

I never thought I’d own a pair of cigarette pants, but fifty years ago no one thought we’d put a man on the moon. Shit happens. I picked up these pants at The Getup Vintage on my most recent trip to Montpelier. We went in search of a Kabuto nest, but ended up with a…