Do you ever forget you own stuff? Sometimes I come across a blouse or a dress or a pair of shoes I forgot even existed, and a weird shameful/joyful feeling of discovery washes over me. On one hand, there’s the “Woo-hoo, more clothes! It’s like I went shopping!” feeling; on the other hand, I wonder why I get to have so much that I forget about it, when other people surely need more. Still trying to figure that out.

I came across a vintage velvet suit I got from a former co-worker when I was going through some random bags in my closet, and was immediately reminded of the black velvet looks on the runway at Chloe:

Making it work

Hmm…I was hesitant at first, but I figured there was a way to make the Sassoon suit a bit more modern. Though I have an unreasonable aversion to suits (something about two-piece dressing doesn’t sit well with me), I figured if I wore the jacket and skirt separately I’d get more wear out of them and avoid looking completely retro.

I paired the skirt with a sparkly cardigan, lacy hose, and velvet heels.

Vintage cardigan, skirt, and heels; Hustler tights; thrifted belt.

I wore the jacket with high-waisted harem pants and vintage clip-on earrings. Damn, I have a lot of vintage!

Vintage jacket, ASOS trousers, vintage heels

Interestingly enough, the suit, cardigan, and heels all came from the same coworker. Thanks, Patti!

Walkin’ on velvet

Do you ever come across forgotten treasures? What do you do with them?

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