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sun shower

Things about this dress: 1) I bought it last weekend at Getup Vintage in Montpelier. Josh and I were in town for the day; Getup was my “pleeeeease, I’ll just be a second” right before we left. “Not that I mind,” he said, “but I think you have that exact same dress already. Several times…

giphtud

My twelfth Talent Development Institute, and I’m back with a vengeance. For the n00bs among us, TDI is a weeklong summer camp for today’s gifted child. “Gifted” here means anything from “aspie as all hell” to “does a rubik’s cube in 30 seconds”. Basically, we serve the eccentric master or miss. I’ve been a camper,…

my kingdom for a hat x viennemilano

So here it is. I’ve arrived. I always said I’d have made it as a blogger when I started getting free swag. And after twenty-five months and almost three hundred posts, I got a free pair of thigh highs (red, of course) from VienneMilano. Now, I know my style ethos focuses primarily on vintage, but…

in the atelier

In the name of breaking up this outfit-post monotony (jk I know you love me), I’ve been fomenting a new series. If I do say so myself, I own a hell of a lot of vintage. The 50s, the 90s, and everything in between. And I don’t deserve such a collection if I don’t properly…

the scratch family

I live ten minutes by foot from Ethan Allen’s resting place. I locked my camera on its most ethereal setting and hoped a spirit or two would lope into frame. It’s a little surreal to know that one of my state’s best and brightest lies reduced to dust just yards from me. We  all get…

antiquarienne

Is “collector” a job? Not curator, not caretaker – nope, I just want to get paid to lug home crates of crumbling treasures and surround myself with their glow. I said in my recent interview on Paulie Antiques that I want to collect enough antiques to have a museum named for me when I die,…

subjectified

Not gonna brag (jk I’m totally gonna brag), but my letter to the editor got into the Seven Days today! Let the flame war commence. (To clear up the name confusion once and for all: Sierra is my first name. Skye is my middle name. I respond equally to either, but I find that Skye…

by the light of the moon i’m coming home

Maybe I can play the fae queen after all. Summer shifts my style from the starched primness of spring and into something looser and more ragged. I feel safe in the brightness of the days; I no longer have to supply my own via baubles. Summer is my time to play with the fae and…

naked and fae

I saw Maleficent again last night, with Josh and Holly this time. I liked it better the second time around. The simplicity I previously derided now seems to work in its favor. When it comes right down, it’s a fairy tale. Building a story so obviously on the back of archetype would be questionable in…

rhapsody in slightly greenish blue

Oh hale – it’s summer and I’m eccentric! This silk suit (like most of my clothes, honestly) came from the $1 rack at the Classy Closet. I will never, ever get tired of otherwise formal outfits accented by neon hair and a slew of tattoos. This is one of those “pictures speak for themselves” days…