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.