Brace yourself ladies, for you are about to meet one of the most amazing dresses ever to grace my closet. The kind of dress that makes the day a bit brighter, makes your heart beat a bit more quickly, and makes a Tuesday feel like the most perfect, endless Saturday. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The dress you never knew your life was incomplete without. The feeling of coming home.
About once a year, the unthinkable happens. I reach into the depths of my wardrobe and find pieces that should find their way to new homes. Whether they are garments that never quite fit properly, vintage pieces I rescued in the hopes of tailoring (but never did), or beautiful things that I find I simply don’t wear, I’m listing them here in the hopes that they find their next leading lady. have to admit, it’s not an easy process for me. I am the consummate hoarder – because you just never know if a particular garment will suit a particular occasion you have’t…
Wow, 2016 arrived and January was gone in a flash! I think it had something to do with the fact the the first half of my January involved a whole lot of blissful relaxation. The University tends to close down for much of the month, and that kept my inbox at bay and my mind on vintage pursuits.
Guess what folks, my birthday is just around the corner! Okay, it’s really over a month away, but because my family has to contend with overseas shipping times, this is the time of year when I start to put thought into my birthday wants. Not to mention that Valentine’s Day in in just a few weeks. Both of those concepts natural lend themselves to endless web browsing and wishlist creation!
Sometimes, just thinking about the history of ideas can give me goosebumps. To imagine the things that were once societally accepted as fact, until someone’s crazy, outside-of-the-box idea challenged it. To be there on the day someone bravely raised their hand, amidst the sneers and rotten tomatoes lobbed there way, and said, “Err…come on guys.” There was a time when everyone accepted the world was flat. That the sick could be heeled by bleeding them. That smoking had no adverse health effects. That Donald Trump was an acceptable presidential candidate. Come on guys.
The lovely, last sighing strains of my Christmas holiday have come to a close, and I’m gearing up for a very busy few months ahead. Sigh. The first day back at work after a blissfully long holiday is always the hardest. Particularly without the comfort of (what became my) daily afternoon nap to ease the blow. The stacks of emails in my inbox, the meeting requests, and publications that I planned to get to once I was back. Well, I’m officially back and they’re demanding attention. God, I miss my hammock already….
Do you ever have items in your wardrobe that you completely forget about? That you tuck in a drawer, all excited to wear, and then it gets pushed to the back of your mind, crowded by all of the lists and errands and work-related responsibilities? For whatever reason, that always happens to me and tights. I’ve done my best to organize my collection, imported them into Dressed for inspiration failure, and happily await a day with that telltale chill in the air. But, like water through my fingertips, the minute I close the lid to their secure spot in my wardrobe,…
The ocean is and will forever be in my blood. Ever since I was a kid, you simply couldn’t get me out of the waves. And I grew up in New England, where the sea is not known for being a friend to those of us who like to avoid hypothermia. Even still, I would swim until my fingers became pruney and I was nearly cooked like a lobster in the sun, simultaneously shivering from the cold. But, I loved it. And through to adulthood, whenever I was having a terrible day, I would find solace in the ocean and throw my…
Not going to lie – I have spent much of the past week in my pajamas. Not the same ones, mind (cause that would be gross), but I’ve definitely indulged in some hardcore lounging. But today, I’m shaking off the cobwebs and heading out into the fray today to do as we vintage huntresses do – hunt!
2016 is here! We had an amazing night out at Amani Bar & Kitchen on NYE, ringing in the New Year with cocktails, gangstas and a LOT of feathers flying everywhere (it was a Prohibition party. You could barely see through the feather boas). Now, we’re well into the New Year and I’m still well into my vacation! I’ve been indulging in a LOT of relaxing, some vintage hunting, catching up on a massive sewing and repair pile, and getting blog posts organized for the new year. If only every day were like vacation, I would seriously be the most productive person…