Suit and clutch, vintage; necklace, local designer Nomad; shoes, Guiseppe Zanotti

I’m back from a much-needed break, hoping you had a lovely Easter/vernal equinox/whatever you celebrated. Time with my family + marshmallow Peeps = a great time for me!

Pictured above:  this year’s Easter suit, which is really just a vintage suit from the 80′s given to me by a former co-worker who would regale me with stories of strutting around offices (when smoking was allowed indoors!) in miniskirts and sky-high heels, 9 to 5 style. Of course, at that time, the Easter suits I was wearing looked more like this:

Oh, how I disliked that outfit at the time (sorry Mom)! Yeah, it was cute, but my two-year-old self thought it was too matchy-matchy babyish. I remember thinking I wanted to break out in something more badass–a crinoline skirt and lacy leggings, or a sparkly dress and heels–you know, something Whitney Houston or Jody Watley or the Solid Gold dancers ( I was so going to be a Solid Gold dancer–note the American Apparel worthy “outfits“) would have worn.

I’ve been on a sartorial roller coaster ever since. When did your ride start? What did you want to wear when you were little?

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