No matter how great anything is, we can’t help but be drawn to something else. What we once had. What someone else has. A different dress, shoes, circumstance. Personally, I find myself hopelessly drawn to whatever season I’m not in. If it’s winter, I only feel inspired to style summery looks. In summer, I start dreaming of cozy layers and fur trimmed coats. I just can’t seem to get myself on board with dressing for now.
I make no secret about my love of dresses. But, I hope I’ve equally conveyed how in love I am with handbags. Novelty bags, lucite, leather, suede. I want all the handbags. I admittedly went through a period of my life when I owned one handbag and never gave it a second thought (we shall pause to reflect on the horror). Needless to say, I’ve made up for lost time since then.
Although I love the outside of a dress – the fabric, the detail, the embellishments – the sewing nerd in me will always love the parts you can’t see. The interior construction, the seam finishes, the thought put into the woman who may want to customize her. I also love when you can tell a dressmaker had a bit of a sense of humor. While I originally fell in love with this Greater Goods Vintage dress for her purply stripes, what truly stole my heart was the label within…
It has been raining nonstop in my corner of the world. And we’re talking all manner of rain. Big, fat saturating rain. Little spitting furious rain. Windswept biting rain. All of the above. Blustering wind, soggy shoes, and hair plastered against my face. It’s not pretty. I have felt waterlogged for weeks and less than impressed. It also makes taking blog photos that much more difficult (I know, I know, first world problems).
I’ve never been what someone would call a “gamer” by any stretch of the imagination. But, I’ve always loved video games. Since I was a kid, certain consoles hold a very special place in my memories – from our first Atari to the Nintendo. Nowadays, our current home is chock full of gadgetry, from Playstation to the Nintendo Wii, and though I veer more towards things like Wii Fit nowadays, I’m amazed at how far the technology has come.
I think I’m in a fairy tale, story-telling mood this week. From Sherlock Holmes-esque tales to Renaissance paintings, everything is harking back to some distant, romanticized memory. So, I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised that I found myself feeling a very Cinderella-inspired vibe today without even meaning to in this Capsule Vintage dress (Clothing always tends to match your mood, no?). Ahhh Cinderella. Now there’s a gal who’s footwear I can get behind…
Like any good vintage-loving girl, I can’t help but romanticize the past. I fully acknowledge we have the luxury of looking back with rose colored glasses, and gazing at historical paintings or imagining the romance of the Renaissance and a life lived on horseback is very likely not all it’s cracked up to be (I mean, they didn’t even have indoor plumbing. Or wifi). But, in the crazy, fast paced world we live in, there is something so appealing about a simpler time.
Recently, I was on a bit of a whirlwind trip around the States, for work, then play, then work again. When I travel, as I’m sure is true for most of us, I like to bring my favorite things: The dress you always feel amazing in, my go-to shoes that go with everything (and never cause blisters), my most essential toiletries. I pack the things that are so much part of my life that they’re almost an extension of me.
Murphy’s Law always states that when you can least afford to shop, all you’ll find are things you wish you could buy. And when you have a bit of extra cash and want to splurge on yourself, you can’t find a single thing that strikes your fancy. I generally fall into the former category. All. The. Time.
Although many of you know me as the Shark Girl, at heart I really am a neuroscientist (just a shark neuroscientist. You know, normal). The brain absolutely fascinates me – particularly the brain of species we know so little about. No matter what an animal does or how it perceives its environment or reacts to it, it’s all controlled and modulated by the brain (in short: brains rock).