Thursday, August 28, 2014

Meadow-ing.

Meadow things

The summer wind-down is starting, blowing in with the slightest of chills in the breeze, the top of trees starting to color at the tips. In a few weeks they'll be all ablaze and afternoons will be full of apple crunches and boots again. Tights will feel really awesome, noses will get cold and hot beverages will become little beacons of warmth for frozen fingers. 

For now though, the days are still warm and bare arms still fry in the sun. Another dress I've been meaning to have on the blog, first in the beginning of the summer when the earliest bits of greenery were too vibrant fresh on camera, and then later when I had vague but big birthday-outfit plans. The latter fell through in favor of bathing suits on the actual day and piles of camping appropriate clothes the weekend after, but I just somehow was using this dress and the Starlette Crown from Giant Dwarf as a summer book-end. After I took some pictures with them I could cut my hair if I wanted, give up on summer, and fling myself into the coming season if I wanted (not sure on that one now). 

Meadow things

Meadow things
Dress: Vintage from Lawrence, Crown: Giant Dwarf, Necklace (tiny, but it's there!): Camille Carnevale via Fort Orange General Store

I had wanted one of these crowns for ages. I'm not entirely sure what held me back, but when the announcement came that Sue was discontinuing the line and sending it out in a blaze of falling-star glory sale, I pushed my spare pennies into a pile and got one. It's been sitting in it's gorgeous packaging since I got it, tucked away in my lingerie drawer (I don't know, it seemed like the right place somehow) waiting. I'm sure it will look fantastic in the snow, but I don't know. I had visions of meadows and frothy dresses.

Meadow things

Meadow things

Meadow things

They came out fine enough. I'm still borrowing cameras, forgetting the tricks of my self-timer as though I haven't been doing the run back in front of it scramble for years, cursing all the out-of-focus shots that clearly would be the best of the bunch had I taken the extra three seconds to make sure I was focused on anything else besides the tree line. Somehow nothing quite yet lives up to the artistic vision (to borrow a phrase a seven-year-old once used to describe the immense frustration I was feeling when my cohorts in holiday living-room theater performances were not putting in the rehearsal work), but it'll do as evidence of the outfit and setting. 

Meadow things

Meadow things

Meadow things

A big thank you is in order to my friend Janna, who obligingly led me to pretty spots and let me charge my camera battery in her house, narrowly avoiding a poison ivy patch and rewarding ourselves with farmstand corn and plums, and a sushi lunch. 

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Drive-in Date.

I love the drive-in. Despite all the things that could go wrong with it (ankle-biting mosquitos, stale oversalted popcorn, sound that may or may come through clear, backaches if you didn't bring enough pillows), it always ends up being that nostalgia-tinted summer-night activity that feels pretty hazy and dreamy while you're still in it. I wouldn't want everything to be picture Kinfolk-perfect (and goodness knows I eat that vibe up like so many seasonal picnic dinners) because the cheesy off-kilter kind of crappy parts are the whole point, aren't they? I'm lucky enough to have three drive-ins in the area (varying distances, of course), but it's one of those things I worry about going away!

Last year we went to the drive-in late, not until late August or September, but did manage to pack in several visits into fall weather (which is kind of ideal in it's own right, when the nights get cool and hardly anyone remembers that the place is even open). This year we started right on time, and if you follow me on instagram you saw some of these snaps a little while ago. 

drive in couple :p
On me--Dress: Laura's Vintage, Shoes: thrifted. 
On David--Jacket/Jeans: both vintage (thrifted), Sunglasses: Eddie Bauer

We like to dress up for the drive-in. It's kind of a pointless activity because it gets dark, and then you sit in your blanket nest and no one sees you, and I have to say most of the time my outfits of choice aren't super suited to lying around snacking on sour patch kids until I feel sick. But that's part of the whole fun right? And kind of, I mean, the point of this whole blog (that trudges on, a funny little collection of outfits through the years, updates sometimes sporadically and with varying levels of interest). 

I had a totally different outfit planned for this day, but with some time to kill in the area I of course stopped at Laura's Vintage. Glenn's Falls is a halfway point for us, so it's a good spot for dates, and gives me an excuse to hang out trying on dresses for an afternoon if I get out of work early! 

Drive in night.

This is the second time I've left the shop in a dress different from what I went in wearing! I thought this was a bathing suit at first---the neckline and ruffle detail somehow gave me that impression--and it looked pretty small but, something told me to try it on anyway (also, Laura was sure it would fit). I zipped it up and knew there was no way it was staying behind, that I couldn't even bear to take it off to leave the store. 

Plus, it was perfect for drive-in night! This added to the fact that David had managed an absolute steal on a vintage deadstock Levi's denim jacket earlier that same day. The vintage stars aligned just in time for two kids who cite The Outsiders as a formative years book/movie to live the dream.