meet my dealers

Sometime over the course of my blogging epic (almost three and a half years now) I’ve stopped listing where my clothes come from. There wasn’t much of a point to that when 90% of them were thrifted, but in the past year or so, I’ve started buying more and more from vintage Etsy and eBay…

world of stone

You guys. I have been going to Maine every summer for, like, eight years, and I have wanted to do a proper photoshoot in front of this library for just as long. One day I will sell enough short stories to buy this place and hoard mannequins & antique hats in every corner. I will…

margarita plz

I don’t actually like margaritas, but I feel like that’s what you’re supposed to drink when you’re lazing poolside in cat-eye sunglasses. I spent most of the past week in Maine, battling the ocean and soaking in the unabashed kitsch. I love tacky tourist-trap bullshit, especially the maritime version: I am the kind of person…

magic hour & geeking out

This is less an outfit post than me prancing around at magic hourĀ in a dress I’d forgotten I had, with hair that’s finally, finally long enough to be messy. (Seriously, HOW could I have forgotten this dress? I thrifted it two years ago for $13; something similar on, say, PinupGirlClothing would run over $100. I…