There are some dresses that you just feel absolutely smashing in. That you know you can always reach for and appreciate for their perfect fit and ease. For me, Trashy Diva dresses always fall into this category. I’m building quite a collection (coming onto 10 now) and they’re always the dresses I slip into my suitcase or pull on when I need a bit of extra oomph.
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.
A few months ago, the ever-stunning Miss Lady Lace decided it was high time for all of us Perth ladies to don our vintage finest and get together for a night of dancing and frockery. And with a lot of quivering excitement and flashes of tulle, the Pinup Prom 2016 was born.
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 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.
I’ve been known to chase my fair share of rabbits into Vintage Wonderland. Despite the resolutions every so often that I’m cutting back on vintage purchases or enforcing a spending ban (I swear I mean them at the time), pieces like these will swan across my retinas and suddenly I’m completely powerless. I mean, the perfect border print dress? A vintage wicker novelty handbag shaped like a BUNNY? Show me the rabbit hole and wish me luck – I fall every time.
This coming weekend marks my 6-year anniversary of being married to pretty much the best guy on earth for me. Simply put, we compliment each other. Cause it’s never about a perfect person (which just doesn’t exist) – but the perfect pairing. I’m always a bit surprised when our anniversary comes around, particularly attaching a number to our time together, because it’s honestly hard for me to remember a time in my life when my husband wasn’t in it.