Today, a good friend took me out for lunch. This allowed me to talk with a lovely person AND eat delicious food AND wear interesting clothes AND leave the gosh darn house. Having been unemployed for slightly over a month, even leaving the house is more excitement than I can stand.
Top – mMm (mRm? Can’t read logo), second-hand
Skirt – Paris Blues via Goody’s in spring of 2000
Bag – Tambourine by Dan W via Tuesday Morning
Sandals – Same ol’ flip flops I’ve worn in at least 50% of my photos, second-hand
I bought this skirt for $20 when I was 15. My mom paid half. Do you recall the lace-up clothes fad? I remember my cousin Mary wearing pants that laced.
This skirt originally laced with a suede cord (which snapped, as suede cords will) that I replaced with braided embroidery floss. I wore that pseudo-bohemian look until last year, when I decided on long chains. These chains tripped me up until I started wrapping them around myself. Fun look, eh? Vanity, the mother of invention. When I wore this skirt to a flea market in Brooklyn, a dressmaker claimed I’d just inspired his next style.
This skirt is by far my oldest piece of clothing, and one of the very few things I’ve owned for more than a couple of years.
Portrait of the artist as a young blur:
Speaking of fashion’s recent history, remember the hook-and-eye trend? Check any thrift store and you’ll find dress shirts wiith hook closures. I saw this tank top at Goodwill and was completely taken with it; the cut, the stripes, the hooks, the trim. Fabulous find, despite its penchant for revealing my bra. Self, remember to wear a different bra next time. Not the black one. Also, consider saving this tank for a hot date, not a demure lunch.
Taking my own photos frustrates the hell out of me— you don’t know how many times I’ve taken my own pictures, hated them, and asked Ian to do re-takes. But he hates taking outfit pictures, so either way one of us is cranky. So once again, I am attempting to take photography into my own hands. Brace yourself for a blurry, overexposed future.