black tie with ketchup stains

There’s a particular combination of traits that I’ve noticed in myself and in precious few other people, and it almost guarantees that we’ll get along really, really well. It’s a love of elegance and dressing to the nines married to an inexplicable slovenliness. Picture this: sitting around in a fancy dress while mainlining microwaved chicken…

i’m officially writing a novel

Title says it all, really. I know I talked a big game about said novel just a few posts ago, but I’m someone who tends to work in fits and starts. Or, more precisely, one big start and then a series of little fits until the whole project tapers. It’s hard for me to finish…

railfan

You may have noticed that I’ve gone a little, uh, nuts buying dresses the past month or so. I don’t want to present a misleading picture of my financial situation, so please note: it was entirely the fault of Christmas money and post-holiday sales. The gravy train is slowing down now, so I will be…

casual friday

Yes, I realize how out of touch I am with the average American when this is casual for me. That’s some Marie Antoinette shit right there. Something about this outfit feels distinctly informal, though. I think it’s the above-knee skirt. Lately I’ve realized just not me I feel in that silhouette. I have some lovely above-knee…

war’s end

This dress, every ’40s-fabulous inch, was twenty dollars. Twenty. I’m not sure how I ended up on a WWII reenactor site, but I’m not complaining. This beauty was right there on the front page, in my exact size. Every dot seemed a tiny eyeball, winking at me until the seduction proved overpowering. May I repeat:…

what do you do with a shrunken shirtdress?

You take yet another cue from Nora Finds and wear it over another dress. I’ve grown a cup size in the past year or so, which means this dress no longer buttons smoothly over my chest- not that it ever really did, if I’m being honest.  I’m loath to get rid of it, though. It’s such…

suits & stranger danger

If you were expecting some sort of “well suited” pun…well, adjust your expectations. I will acknowledge the potential of such a pun, but I won’t bring myself to actually make one. I will say, though, that I am certainly eating the words from a few posts ago, wherein I bemoaned the lack of good vintage…

you’re turning violet, violet

You know that feeling when you have outfit pictures you really, really love, so you sit on them for a while to make sure they won’t get buried when you actually release them? I’ve talked about it before, and it’s perennially true. I took these pictures a week ago, and they might be some of…

kook: a retrospective

In honor of my last post and the attendant closet clean-out, I thought I should give my thrifted weirdness a last hurrah. Here are fifteen outfits I absolutely loved, and would absolutely never in a million years wear again. one / two / three / four five / six / seven / eight nine /…

running away from the circus

Dress: vintage, via theater sale Coat: vintage, via brick-and-mortar vintage store Shoes: Kmart (yeah, I know) Everything else: thrifted It’s probably deeply narcissistic to assume that anyone but me cares about my ~style evolution~. But – “narcissist” is pretty much the first definition of “blogger” anyway, so it’s not like I had far to fall.  And I do want…

channeling nora in watercolors

I used to be of the sort who thought wearing summer dresses in the winter just Wasn’t Done. There’s such a thing as seasonal color, dammit. I recognize that this is very much a me problem, though. I can be unbearably fastidious about the smallest things, and seasonal appropriateness is one of them. I divide…

new in the shop

This shop update was a looong time coming, and I still have more vintage to list. Along with some gorgeous dresses I found at a costume sale last summer, I’m selling some pieces from my personal collection.  I need to be more realistic about what fits me, rather than stuffing myself into any vintage dress…