lucille three

Sue me: in my gut of guts, I long to be a fabulous louche of a society dame. Malory Archer‘s my first choice, but Lucille Bluth will do just fine. I’ll take Jessica Walter animated or not. While I’m sure I’d be a nicer matriarch than Lucille, damned if marching through the world with a…

springing forward, sliding back

The deeper in love a person falls with vintage, I find, the further they slip into the past. So many vintage ladies and gentlemen start out as master thrifters, hauling home the best of the ’80s and ’90s: all the polyester you can eat. Soon the bug has burrowed under your skin, and you begin…

antiquarian’s creed

I long for ancient things, for the steel of ancient rings – for lutes that sing and embers ting/ ling red and bloody rare. For silks’ soft fold, drapes brilliant bold, for strings of gold and silver bright upon a threadbare night. For parchment dry, for stones to scry, for groaning rafters high with dust…

o the rising of the sun / and the running of the deer

If you’re following me on Instagram (hit me up @quando_porpoise), you’ve seen a couple snaps of my Christmas Eve outfit. Here’s the thing in all its plaid and woolen glory. I wore my favorite suit for the customary Christmas Eve grocery trip with my dad, and for the customary hot chocolate stop on the way…

i wanna be the very best

I feel more than a little guilty that 2016 was such a good year for me, both personally and professionally. Like all the cool kids are suffering and I should get off my high horse.  According to pretty much the entire internet, this year was a festering chancre of epic proportions. I won’t deny the…

ten degrees in the sun

Throwback to June’s “96 degrees in the shade“, but no hyperbole needed this time. It actually was ten degrees. I shot this and another outfit post (dropping sometime this week!) before realizing that this wasn’t actually how I wanted to die. I don’t sacrifice comfort for fashion. As a lifelong northern New Englander, I can’t…

and to you your wassail too

Christmas here on My Kingdom for a Hat isn’t quite the affair of Halloween. It’s a more private joy, less performative. But when it comes to my love of medieval and Renaissance music, the winter solstice is my time to shine. I’m here to announce that – collective gasp – you don’t have to hate…

miss dottie doppelganger

To be brutally honest, sometimes I see pictures of Modern June Cleaver (of Junebugs and Georgia Peaches fame) and think “wait, when did I take that?” Because seriously, look at this chick. The resemblance breaks down in the details, but at a glance…wow. I like to think she’s an alternate-universe version of me who can…

helluva hair day

Tuesday’s outfit was nothing special, but I was too delighted with my fresh curl set not to take some quick pics anyway. My vintage hairstyling skills have come a long, long way over this past year. I wore this exact dress nine months ago to debut my curls It’s a delight, albeit a slightly embarrassing one, to…

luddite tendencies

You’ll be seeing a lot more of me in 2017, because – feet-dragging though I am – I’ve decided to get a smartphone. Thing is, I hate them. Honest to God, if all touchscreens blinked out of existence tomorrow, I’d be partying in the streets. They are so counterintuitive I’ve started to suspect it’s a…

well red

I promised y’all a “what I’ve been reading” post an embarrassment of weeks ago, so a “what I’ve been reading” post I’ll give you, dammit. And with my new red blazer from Carla Sue Vintage providing a perfect pun, no less! Here’s what I’ve been enjoying the past month or so. Jonathan Strange & Mr…

scarf it down

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…