Lately, I have been thinking about how feminine my wardrobe is and what a strange phenomenon that is for me. When I was little I often wore dresses, my mother would even sew me some (I could pick out the pattern and fabric and she would make them and stick ribbons and lace on my socks to match!), but then I sort of went through the "terrible teens." I hated anything that might label me a girly-girly and wore jeans as if they were glued to my body. I still experimented with hair, jewelry, random sashes and such, but nothing that screamed "female!" would come within ten feet of my body. Looking back however, even as a child I didn't like the color pink and I think it was even then because of its half-understood connotations. With two sisters who were not girly-girls and one of those a decided tomboy, it just wasn't cool to be feminine.
If Not For The Pretty Pink Ribbon
Revisiting the Sixties
I've never been such a fan of the 60's mod style. I'm not sure why; maybe it is the bright, almost garish, hard prints, maybe it is the fact the shift shape does nothing for my figure, or maybe it is the choice of synthetic materials that was commonly done. Whatever the reason, while I occasionally admire the images (I don't even care for most of the films made in this period...), I just never really like the style. It's slightly ironic because I would probably get along a lot better with the "typical" woman of the 60s than her repressed 50's sister who I tend to dress like...
Point being, this is the gorgeous shift dress I just got this weekend from the antique store. It actually looks very nice on me and even I am reluctant to belt (though like a true addict I inevitably will at some point). When I was purchasing it the older man at the counter kept pointing out how I could lengthen the hem. It took me a moment to realize, but what he meant was, it looked too short for me! It was marked "little girls," but I have a good eye for telling if things will fit (I couldn't try it on, no dressing room). I'd like to share with everyone that it does have a shorter hem, but it is passes fingertip length, so it would pass those obnoxious rules many schools enforce.
I was too weary to go outside for the pictures, so these are shot from my bed. There's also a small closeup of my eyeliner, since I wing it nearly every day but no one can really tell. I wing it less boldly in the summer; hot weather calls for lighter make up, right?
Outfit details: dress- vintage, shoes- Nine West via Amazon.com, lucite bow- vintage via Etsy
To Open The Box...
I finally watched Pandora's Box all the way through and it was fantastic. I took a number of "stills" by photographing my screen, so I apologize for the quality.
Hoarded Ordinaries
//EDIT:// So, one of the friends I went vintage shopping with just started a blog. See her view of the day here.
I am a hoarder. I can see my first apartment in my mind's eye filled with quaint artifacts found in the local thrift shops and various sources of soft lighting. Since at the moment I have no such place for oddities, I merely admire them from a distance. Perhaps I make up for this desire by building up my wardrobe and hoarding "ordinaries." I hoard secrets like a gryphon, jewelry like a pirate, and even places are not safe from my need to posess and hide. However, this weekend I shared a couple of my secret vintage haunts with friends.
The first stop on our list was closed (since after all it was a Sunday), but we did not allow that to get our spirits down. We whipped along narrow country roads, through corn fields and past farm houses that seemed as old as the hills they stood upon. A single candle glowed in some of the windows, a tradition from when this area was part of the Underground Railroad that is kept alive today. Finally, arriving at our destination we trotted down cobbled streets and into old buildings now filled to brimming with vintage marvels. One such building had once been a dress-making shop, another was an old barn, and all gave you the sense that one day they will be something else again entirely. We wandered freely up and down aisles, connecting casually around certain rows and sharing our findings with each other. At the end of the day, treasures dangling casually from our wrists in bags we ran through a summer storm to our shared dormitory. For a moment it was just so easy and refreshing to be young and free.
Outfit details: dress- vintage viz thrift shop, bag- Urban Outfitters, shoes- H&M
P.S. I do see the irony in following my post on money matters with two on shopping...but once again, my items were cheap.
To Love First and Live Incidentally
As I stated before, the 1920s are a very appealing time to me. It was a period of economic prosperity for the United States and change--from films introducing sound to women's roles. During World War I women left the household to fill the jobs left by men, when the war ended there was a great disparity between the number of women and men. A combination of these elements led many women to forgo their traditional lifestyles and simply live life up. The led to the emergence of "flappers," some of the original female rebels--and some women I think I could be friends with!
Adventures In Thrifting
I'd like to begin by thanking everyone for their kind words yesterday. It seems many of you feel similarly to me on this subject. To expand slightly on the subject it's all about prioritizing your interests and your funds. You can have a ton of money and spend most of it on entertainment and traveling or you can have limited resources by put your wardrobe above other wants. Further, the price of items doesn't matter, what does is finding pieces of value (rather intangible value--things that you value, have history, etc).
While we are on the subject of frugality, I went on a little thrift shop excursion yesterday. Yes, this is a slight hitch in my shopping ban (War and Peace is steadily coming along...), but since it was so little and in cash, I couldn't really resist.
I tried on this pink vintage dress with lace caplet which appealed to my romantic sensibilities of the moment. However, it seemed very impractical and I did not purchase. Also passed up due to flaws in fit was this denim halter dress with embroidered details.
I couldn't resist this dramatic yellow maxi dress. You see, in high school I was obsessed with the idea of having a neon yellow prom dress, however I was completely unable to find one. I intend to shorten it to knee length to make it more wearable for every day. I also purchased the black dress, although it is a little large, since I have been desiring more black and has nice lace details/texture. I intend to style it with a belts (as I do everything).
This is what I wore to the thrift shop. I snapped all of my pictures in thrift shop dressing room, so the space was limited and I didn't get any full length shots. The bag was customized by me.
Outfit details: shirt- Banana Republic Outlet, skirt- Urban Outfitters, shoes- H&M, bag- secondhand, necklace- various sources
Pitfalls of Stoicism
I have a tendency to struggle through life trying to make everything appear effortless and brushing aside compliments as if I don’t deserve them—“because really I wasn’t trying” when in reality I am putting time and energy into everything. This wouldn’t be a problem if I wasn’t so darn touchy about people thinking I’m lazy or things are perfect, when they aren’t.
Roaring Weekend Plans
After sighting these two ladies on Facehunter and taking note of the hair and makeup influences from the 1920s (not to mention the outfit of the first girl is a modernized 20s silhouette), I felt the need for more 1920s inspiration.





