The palette of these pictures is pretty similar to that last batch--milky blues and whites, the overly blown-out light of 3pm late summer afternoons--so I guess that's my vibe lately. It's kind of a dreamy, girly sort of style that I keep settling back into despite wondering if 28 is too old to keep dressing in frilly things, or when I want to be a bit more on the cool girl side of things.
This is another I've-got-to-photograph-it-before-the-season-leaves dress, although I wonder sometimes if just a dress and a pair of shoes constitutes enough of an outfit to even bother posting about. It's only that I don't tend to wear much in the way of accessories much of the time--a favorite necklace and a rotating cast of teeny-tiny earrings--and in the heat it's really nice to be able to pick a dress, zip it up, and be set to go with minimal fussing. Is a dress by itself an outfit? I don't really care--it's good enough for me.
Dress:Laura's Vintage, Shoes: Anthropologie circa 2007 (maybe? They're favorites, going to cry an awful lot when they're beyond wear)
I picked up this one at--no surprise here--Laura's early in the spring. It was one of those go in with one dress leave in another kind of deals, and comes from a little group of vintage dresses and skirts that all belonged to the same lady (unsurprisingly, I keep picking up items from her collection while shopping--generations apart we're on some kind of same wavelength), and this is what she called her 'sparking dress', from the early days of courting with her husband. Kind of a vintage lover's dream, getting the story along with the garment!
It's a pretty spectacular day dress, and I've really only worn it twice. It's not particularly delicate, but I'm already afraid of wearing it out. Imaginary numbers hovering over my vintage for the number of wears left in it haunt me.
I'm kind of enjoying the sort of old-style-blogger shots I've got going on here too, back when I used to scurry around the neighborhood with my tripod trying to find places that didn't look too suburban, giving up, and settling with a plain white fence (inevitable some TV disk on a roof would pop up in the background somewhere). I pass this exploding bloom on walks, and it's just too good not to document!