As Kristina’s style crosses the border of “vintage housewife”, mine is setting down roots in the land of “gal about town”. I don’t know whether I’m actually less into the domestic aesthetic than I once was or whether it’s just the season. Either way, though, I’m favoring secretarial separates and working-girl wool. I know it’s a placebo, but I can’t help feeling that nipped waists and smart hats make me a better journalist.
I’ve invested in a few skirts and blouses lately, this ’60s plaid from 1919 Vintage being the latest. I’m thrilled with its proprietress, Anne – she shipped my package the same day and included a bonus belt and headscarf. I’ve been meaning to break into the “headscarves in winter” game; this lovely brown-and-white version does the job well.
Blouse, stole, brooch, shoes, & bag: thrifted
Skirt & scarf: 1919 Vintage
A bigger part of my style ethos than I usually like to admit? Inaccessibility. Aspie problems, part the umpteenth. I rarely want to talk to strangers. To that end, I’ve been wearing a lot of suits lately. Does a lady in a suit look like she’s here for your bullshit? Emphatically: no. Better than the bitchiest RBF.
It’s not fair and I don’t endorse it, but damned if it isn’t true: dressing like someone’s grandma means someones treat you like one. And grandmas – at least of the fur-and-vodka variety, if not the milk-and-cookies one – have earned the right not to hear about your dog, your dick, or your subscription to Watchtower.
What I’m saying is I want to be Malory Archer. Nobody fucks with Malory Archer.
Suit: ’50s vintage, via Barge Canal Market
Hat: ’40s/’50s vintage, via Bos & Ruby Vintage
Blouse: antique (my great-grandmother’s!)
Brooch & shoes: thrifted
I used to side-eye people who claimed they “forgot” to blog – like, how could you not post your photos as soon as you took them? Very easily, it turns out. How did I end up with four – yes, four – backlogged outfit shoots and nothing at all to say? I don’t know, but I’m certainly dishing up some humble pie.
But boy am I glad to be back, because look at this coat. After a year’s blood, sweat, and tears to track down and budget for my two beloved princess coats, I end up thrifting this baby for thirty bucks. Yeah. Thirty. Aka a fraction of a fraction of what princess coats usually go for. And in my size, too. I have never made a purchase so fast in all my life.
I also picked up, on the same thrifting trip, an impeccably tailored vintage skirt suit, which you’ll be seeing sometime next week. If I’d ever wanted to become the sort of person who posts haul videos, now would be the time.
Other than that? Been reading a lot. Been writing a lot. Sometime soon I’ll put together a “what I’ve been reading” post, if I can summon the pluck to believe anyone would care about that.
Dress: ’50s vintage, via Old Gold
Coat: ’50s vintage, via Barge Canal Market
Hat: ’50s vintage, via Lily’s flash sale
Gloves: vintage, thrifted
Stole, shoes, & brooch: thrifted
Some pinup!witch shots I snapped the day before Halloween, between rounds of hunting Pokemon. I’d actually already shot this outfit and was planning to post it, but this scenery summoned me – I ended up reshooting the entire thing in front of this old rectory. Which, because my current literary obsession is Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, I prefer to imagine as some kind of wizard school.
Dress: made by me, Simplicity 3878
Cloak: old and long beloved