get me out of here

So here’s the thing. After almost a year together, the fucktoy and I are finally taking the plunge and combining all our (other)worldly possessions. Come May, he’s moving into my apartment to share my bedroom, hog the covers, and clog the shower drain. I can’t wait. I’m thrilled to come home to my best friend…

lest you mistake me for someone brave

I recently got a few comments to the tune of “you’re so brave! I could never wear something like that!” Now, I’ve never been entirely comfortable hearing that. Compliments predicated on self-deprecation feel so weird. The onus then shifts to you, the complimented, to half-assedly assure them how wrong they are, even if they’re right….

off to join the circus

  …or maybe it’s off to join me. I want to let the photos speak for themselves today. It’s been a while since I’ve done a proper photo story.               Dress: Classy Closet Mantle: Renaissance fair Hat: Marshall’s Belt: Goodwill Brooch: Battery Street Jeans Tights & Shoes: Gifted Suitcase: Free

brand spankin’ old

As usual, click on each photo to see its listing. A nice mix of realism (swaddle-licious wool coats) and fantasy (dreamy spring dresses). This coat has the most comprehensive story of any garment I’ve ever sold. Its wool was produced in Worumbo Mill, which closed in 1964 and currently holds a place on the National…

your bloody valentine

Behold what I wore on my real live Valentine’s Day date. I am an extremely ceremonial person, often excruciatingly so, and I took pains with this outfit to make sure it was exactly right. Say what you will about unchecked consumerism, but I put a lot of  stock in holidays. I like the idea of…

my one true valentine

Excuse my lackluster setting. I loved this outfit too much not to grab a few snaps, so I made do with posing in front of and behind the herb store where I work. The entrance is basically a Hampshire College reject with an apparently vomit-stained sidewalk (says a lot about the quality of our herbs)….

the traveling yellow skirt freak show

I’ve waited many a moon for this post. Way back in my salad days (by which I mean last June), I discovered a magical series of posts linked by one ineffable skirt. Initially worn by Melanie of Bag and a Beret, it rose to stardom as the figurehead of the Traveling Yellow Skirt Freak Show….

hats on hats

It’s been a while since I’ve truly lived up to my blog’s name. Today’s outfit is your fairly standard flapper wear, but I’m also showing off some of my vintage treasures. I plan to list all these hats on Etsy by the end of the day. Hold me to that, won’t you? Until then, I…

gelphie lives

Harking back to this fall’s Glinda tribute, but with a more Elphabaic flavor. This dress is the perfect bastard child of my favorite literary ‘ship. I picked it up at Old Gold’s 50% off sale last weekend. Apparently it’s a vintage square-dancing costume. What does that say about me? Do I even want to know?…

my punky valentine

I got these babies from my beautiful friend Ruthless, who could no longer make use of them. My style definitely has a girlier bent than hers, so I was a fitting choice to receive them. And I’ve brought a little of her with them, it seems. I woke up this morning feeling far punkier than…

lair of disrepair

I promised my bloglings a room tour, and a room tour they shall have. My space is currently overloaded with brights, the better to guard against seasonal blech. As it happens, funnily enough, my affinity for gothic decor grows more pronounced in the summer, when I’ve already got a natural source of light. It’s an…

mrs. creepy pasta

    Those of you who monitor my FAQ page have heard tell of my love for creepy pastas. For the uninitiated, creepy pasta has fuck all to do with any actual noodle dish. It’s a takeoff on “copypasta” (itself a takeoff on “copy/paste”), which is “internet slang for any block of text that gets…