Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Dirty Sneaker Summer.

I've felt weird about blogging lately--not that I have any intentions to stop, but I'm feeling a shift in wardrobing. Suddenly a lot of what I have seems a little too prim, or sweet, things I thought for years I would never give up. I'm suddenly concerned with appearing too 'done', feeling too fussed with. These days are always in the middle of feeling the opposite, ones when I want to pile on the eyeshadow and curl my hair and be all kinds of outfitted. 

That, and after all this time I still hate running around with the self-timer. There are always people around and it just feels so uncomfortable in front of the camera then! It's my main deterrent, that and taking 300 pictures and hating all of them. I'm constantly torn between wanting to keep up with everyone who has such nice shots, good backgrounds and locations, and wanting to just do what I've always done and keep a visual log of my outfits and thoughts regardless of what's going on these days with sponsors and whatnot. 

Sneakers and a dress is just easier
Dress: J. Crew, Shoes: Converse, finally dirty, Bag: Vintage, thrifted, breaking. 

I suppose this is part of why I've been slowly chopping my hair over the last few weeks. Months, if I'm being honest. The last chunk went last week, this sudden moment of cutting clarity finally gaining momentum into what I suppose is the long bob that's been the thing for a year or so now. I just felt like my hair was hanging there, not doing much, and it had to go. Of course I'm struck with moments of But Elves Don't Have Short Hair, because I think I'll never let go of my Tolkien-life dreams, before thinking yeah but you also don't live in Middle Earth, so. 

Sneakers and a dress is just easier

Sneakers and a dress is just easier

I'm fascinated by pinterest hair inspiration boards, all these women with that J. Crew undone, slightly fuzzy, but clearly alive hair tucked behind ears with middle or deep side parts. What potion is happening to make that possible? I've got curls down, pins and rags and curling irons, but straight and un-done is a whole different world to me. My hair texture is none--it's smooth like it's been flat-ironed, so I've already amassed quite a pile of products promising texture and volume. I'm trying not to use heat, just let it do what it wants, but after years of being fussy about all of it, letting go is proving difficult. I didn't even like this dress much when we first got it in at work. And then it went way on sale, and despite my efforts at saving lately, which have been going mostly alright, I thought well, I need something easy to get me through, something to throw on without having to think about it but still look somewhat put together: the saving grace of a summer dress.

Sneakers and a dress is just easier

Sneakers and a dress is just easier

Sneakers and a dress is just easier

It's also pressing towards August, humid 90-degree days and the occasional soupy rain shower, where every day is a different easy dress with sneakers. All my espadrilles are stained by this point, straps on sandals are starting to come apart from wear, these are the grubby days of summer when we're all gulping up whatever golden days we've got left, dirty soles of feet and chlorine dreams. 

Monday, June 8, 2015

Almost Abandoned.

Roosevelt baths

In the depths of winter a group of gal-pals and I treated ourselves to a Roosevelt Baths visit. It was, in case there was any doubt, a bath-lovers dream. Especially in January, when things are starting to look pretty bleak. Located in a sprawling park, some of the buildings from the baths original incarnation weren't yet remodeled, and the result was that in the distance some of these buildings were sort of creepily institutional. At least, until recently. I've heard that in the somewhat recent past you could get inside and wander around the individual bathing rooms with their 1930s era tubs and tile (which, to be honest is still intact in the houses that are renovated) but inspecting the buildings these days it looks like a new life is in the works for them. Of course the new ones are lovely for actual use, but my old things loving heart gets all aflutter over cracking paint on door frames. 

Bath house explorations
Dress: Vintage via jessjamesjake on etsy, Bag: thrifted, Shoes: Madewell, old. 

The nice thing is a day spent in the park isn't lost at all, and we spent some time wandering the outdoor hallways (what are those even called, really?), lolling about in the grass absorbing some sun, before heading back into town proper to buy candy and baked goods, rounding out the day at dinner with friends. 

Bath house explorations

Bath house explorations

Pretty typical early summer weekend vibes, where I wanna be pretty but unfussy--ending up in this dress maybe more than twice a week. Jess sent me a shot of it on one of her out-of-town thrifting excursions, and I wanted it. Or, I thought I wanted it. I wasn't 100% certain, but I was pretty sure. Trying it on sealed the deal (doesn't it always?) and I brought this beauty home. It's got that nipped-in waist full-skirt thing that makes summer bearable. 

Bath house explorations

Sometimes I'm like, is a dress by itself really an outfit? Is it worth a post? I feel like I need a vest, a jacket, some extra piece to make it worthy. In the end though I'm a sucker for some true-blue this is what I wore realism, that accessible honesty thing it seems like the internet is obsessed with in an authentic hashtag kind of way (I don't mean to sound irritated here--I love all of this stuff) and aren't the clothes someone throws on most often the most interesting? Maybe not. Either way, love this beauty of a dress. 

Bath house explorations

Thanks to this guy for being an obliging photographer and snapping these!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

In Bloom.

And just like that, it's summer. 

Among lilacs

Among lilacs

Maybe not just like that. It's only May, and the early days of it at that, with potential for cooler days looming, but these last two weeks have been full of days in the 80s with brilliant sun. I've already had my first burn of the season (I forgot sunscreen, I forgot about bare arms and forehead freckles) and at home we've pulled the cover off the pool. It's not quite warm enough to go in, but it's all glistening and thirsty sparkles in the sun. I'm making a pool float wish-list. 

Among lilacs
Blouse: Antique (estate sale), Shorts: Allen Company on etsy, Shoes: Old, Sunglasses: H&M (current season)

Among lilacs

Among lilacs

This is the week when everything has popped. Full-fledged leaves are happening, and every flowering tree has exploded with a lush-ness I don't think I've seen in a few years. For once everything is timed together, probably waiting to burst after the coldest winter in ages. 

I've been celebrating by basically flinging myself into every blossom explosion possible, mostly apple-blossoms in trees in the park, but also our lilac bush (tree? shrub? I should know these things). I can take about ten minutes before the sticky-sweet smell starts to turn my stomach and I've become aware of the confectioner's sugar sheen of pollen on my skin from every other plant in the area, but it's hard not to feel really stereotypically happy to be alive with your head in a bunch of flowering branches with the happy, fat bees.  Also this skirt? Is shorts, so I can lie in the grass and climb on branches without much fear in the way of exposure. More 90s floral floucy tap pants please?

Among lilacs

Among lilacs

Among lilacs



Thursday, April 16, 2015

Mithril.

I bought this sweater at work based entirely on the fact that it looks as much like Bilbo's/Frodo's mithril vest/shirt from The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings as possible without actually being a chain-mail or otherwise armor-related garment. It's like secret-nerd nod, with just myself, so I can think yes, today, I am feeling more middle-earth than usual. Not that I usually keep that kind of thing a secret but, still. 

Mithril

Mithril
Sweater, Skirt, Bracelet, Shoes, Socks: All J. Crew (bracelet and shoes from previous seasons, the rest all current), Tote: fieldguided

I mean, I waited for it to go on sale, I made sure I really wanted it, but every day at work I'd check and see if it had been marked down. 

Mithril

Mithril

This outfit is a rarity (sort of. For a blog post anyway) in that I'm wearing almost entirely J. Crew. Anyone who knows me beyond this blog knows I work there, and I'm pretty sure the most cursory investigation of my instagram feed would show the obvious. Plus it is rare that an outfit on here won't contain something from the brand. I've just always felt a bit odd about stating it here, and I generally try to mix it up and throw in some vintage but occasionally it fits together in a way and I think well, after so many years it's bound to happen. 

Mithril

To be honest, I haven't been buying as much at work this year (I'm trying to be better about my purchases), but these two pieces were ones I couldn't resist. The skirt is a little out of my comfort zone--I always admire midi skirts, but pleated ones like this make me feel really hip-py (as in, wide-hipped rather than free-spirited or whatever) and conscious. I've decided to care about that kind of thing less. It's hard, my default safety zone of mini-skirt is really hard to turn down, but I also really enjoy looking down and seeing iridescent pink micro-pleats, and not worrying about wind or picking something up off the ground in a short skirt. 

We'll see if I keep it up. 

Thanks to Jess for snapping these pictures!

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Easter!

Not a whole outfit for this year's post, because it's a repeat dress from two years ago, but as always I love an excuse to be ridiculously pastel. This year it's a purple lipstick kinda day!

Easter lipstick!
Dress, pin, scarf: all vintage Lipstick: NYX Macaron 

Easter lipstick!

I bought some, with a shade of light blue, a few weeks ago on a whim and have yet to actually wear either of them out of the house, or with an outfit beyond my PJs (all by me onesies makeup parties on socially empty Friday nights).

Easter lipstick!

Easter lipstick!

Easter lipstick!

Of course, because cooking is on the agenda, this outfit ended up not being worn for very long, but even just for photos it's worth it! Happy Easter!


Tuesday, March 31, 2015

My Tights are Still Black.

It's not spring here yet. There are still snow piles, and where there isn't, there's mud. I'm trying hard not to complain about it, or think at all of that March where it got really warm, and remember that April is the soggiest, windiest, longest tease of a season ever. Right now it's 43 degrees out, which is practically a heat-wave, although it's not sunny. I'm still wearing black tights daily. 

My tights are still black.
Coat: c/o Bohemian Bisoux on etsy, Shirt: H&M summer 2014, Vest: J. Crew summer 2013, Skirt: JessJamesJake, Shoes: J. Crew Factory holiday 2013

My tights are still black.

This is an outfit I had originally planned to (maybe) wear to an annual party last week, but ended up in 1940s velvet instead (one of the benefits of this lingering winter is I can extend the velvet-wearing season for a much longer period). I almost didn't post it because I'm in the midst of chores and e-mails before heading off to work (in a big sweater and leggings--bakery work isn't really friendly to 50s chiffon) and I thought well, I better take of my chipped nail polish and that'll set my back a little bit in time and who knows if I'll actually get the picture-taking in?

It's one of those things where it seems like so many bloggers these days are really pulled-together and able to stay on top of their nails and hair and most days I'm chewing a pastel Essie shade off my fingers, wondering if I can get away with a few wrinkles in my skirt, and haven't had a haircut since October. But I like a little bit of realism in my blogs you know? Band-aid on the knee kinda style.

My tights are still black.

My tights are still black.

Sometimes you have a friend who sells vintage, and when you water her plants while she's away you also find a few treasures hanging in her storage that you then hound her for until you can come over and try them on and hand over your Christmas bonus money. That's where this skirt came from. This deliciously frothy confection of a skirt was hanging in Jess's basement and I needed it. It haunted me! I wore it for Valentine's day, but the temperatures that weekend weren't really the best and the poor skirt ended up hiding under many layers of clothes.

My tights are still black.

My tights are still black.

I don't know that a striped crop top and denim vest do it justice, but the way it moves is too much, and I've been staring at it on my wall longing to wear it so, until summer when it can combine with little Edwardian cottons, this'll do. 

My tights are still black.

My tights are still black.

I've also added a little garden rose necklace from Camille Carnevale to my daily jewels. I like that it's a little bit of that my girlishness has sharp teeth thing going on, a vibe I can always get on board with, so it's the first from her spring line that I've snapped up and have been wearing almost daily (with my little moon, of course).

My tights are still black.

My tights are still black.

My tights are still black.

And of course, this coat. I never in a million years though I'd get so much wear out of it, but somehow, it goes with almost everything (or nothing? They're kind of the same idea). I like to call it, to myself, my introverted vampire coat, because I can flip the collar up and hide if I need to. 

Monday, March 2, 2015

The Hats I Don't Wear.

A side effect of collecting vintage is I've ended up with a pile of vintage hats that split their time being housed in various picturesque hat boxes, or hanging on nails on my walls. Rarely they'll end up on my head, although I often plan to top off an outfit with one. It just never quite makes it out of the house, since I don't like to fuss with my hair much once it's done, and I find that vintage hats are much tricker to wear without bordering on costume.

Hats I don't wear

Most of the ones I've collected have come from estate sales, where it's easy to drop 5$ on a hat because even if I don't wear it ever, it'll look cute on the wall or thrown haphazardly over a lampshade, but over the last year or so I've started dropping more than just pocket-change on some of the prettier, more confection-inspired looking ones. 

It doesn't increase the frequency with which they're worn though. 

Hats I don't wear

Hats I don't wear

I'm not super familiar with hat-wearing, it's an area of vintage-wear that I've been pretty lax in learning about. Which styles require a hatpin? What do I do with my hair? How far back on the head should this thing sit? Is there a way to hide bobby-pins? So most of the time, rather than even bothering to google, I just sort of try them on at home and then leave the house in something expected (straw cloches in summer, little knit hats with pins attached in winter, sometimes a beret if I feel jaunty.

Hats I don't wear

These are three of my favorites, three that I pretty frequently try to sneak into outfits, but I've got piles of them lying around. Eternally searching for the perfect 60s daisy hat, for no real reason except a strange summer-hungry craving. 

Hats I don't wear
I love a good mid-blink outtake

I'm also sick of winter, like everyone in the poor Northeast right now, thinking about how the season didn't end until late-April last year, dreading going outside. The beginning of the year has been off to a bit of a rough start (trips to the ER for some fainting spells--I'm fine--flu shots followed by nasty colds, the highs and lows of applying for new jobs), so today was a big push for back to blogging, applying makeup that makes me happy, giving up leggings and sweaters for something, anything, else. Fingers crossed I can keep this up, I think there's some fun blog-stuff in the works for the next few months! In the meantime, bathroom dress-up and indoor outfit posts are on the agenda. 

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Winter Blues.


Coat: Vintage, Skirt: Delia's (last summer), Boots: Bean Boot knock-offs from who knows where at this point, Hat: J. Crew Men's, Pin: Vintage, Bag: Coach

It's getting to the hardest part of winter. I suppose I shouldn't put this in writing in case it gives me some kind of bad luck, but I'm not as miserable about the season as I usually am this point in the year.  I'll even admit that it's been kind of lame--we're pretty light on good snow so far (the weather is, of course, saying we're going to be covered in piles of snow this week but for now I'm desperate for the tiniest of dustings to cover up the bare trees and piles of salt and dirt lining the roads). I've a few outfits I haven't gotten to wear or photograph yet, and I'm determined to get them into rotation.



It helps that I visit Vermont on a regular basis, which is pretty much a prime spot for winter activities and views. This weekend has been perfect weather-wise, hovering somewhere in the 30s (basically a heatwave, I've been ice skating in the single digits until my face is numb lately) with little bits of sun and snow dustings.






I'm not sure if this qualifies as a coat exactly, but with a chunky sweater in warmer temps it works fine! This is one I left behind in the spring at an antique store, and re-discovered just in time for winter. It's one of those 60s suit/jacket/skirt sets, but I've been wearing the jacket poortion on its own. It's a shape I'm also not used to, but I love the color and feel of the wool so much!







These are the things keeping me from getting actual winter blues. Good coats, and mini-adventures in pretty scenery (somehow, everything looks better in snow), and enjoying things like piles of mossy logs.


We'll see if I feel the same in a week, whe I'm forced into a puffer coat for 7 days straight and the snow is more than just picturesque. 




Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Swans in Snow.

Swan skirt in snow
Swan Skirt: c/o Sheinside, Sweater: Christmas gift, Boots: Old, old circa 2009 Christmas gift, Necklace: Camille Carnevale, Hat: Vintage from Laura's Vintage

Swan skirt in snow

One of the funny things about chronicling outfits here, is the little white lie that goes on when it comes to outerwear. I have quite a collection of coats that rarely get photographed mostly because I, a creature of consistent habit in specific areas, wear the same two throughout most of the winter. For blog posts, I hardly bother throwing on a coat unless the coat is part of the point. It's 10 degrees today, so I threw on my puffer coat and ran around the corner to photograph this outfit, tossing the coat on the ground between shots, until my red fingers couldn't press the button anymore. It just looks better without it for the purposes of these pictures!

Swan skirt in snow

Swan skirt in snow

Swan skirt in snow

this skirt in late summer. It popped up somewhere (tumblr maybe?) and I promptly stuck it in my pinterest, the outfits folder or the wishlist one, I can't exactly remember which. A few weeks later, an email from Sheinside showed up I barely hesitated for which piece I wanted to try.  How could I resist swans wearing little crowns? 

Temperatures then promptly dropped to just around or below zero, making outfits around this tricky. I think this it the first time I've ventured into tall boots and long skirt territory, a necessary move, rather than miniskirts or little flats. But I'm quite happy with it, it's a nice bundled up feeling!

Swan skirt in snow

Swan skirt in snow

Despite freezing my fingers and toes to bits, I do really love snow. Nothing every photographs so good as it does in snow, and while I get home and curl up on top of anything giving off heat (tricks learned from cats), I sort of suspect I might be made for winter landscapes. 

Swan skirt in snow

But of course, this happens more often than not, and I can't resist sharing a good mid-blink shot, just to keep things grounded.