O Happy Dagger

Last weekend, I: Hung out at a friend’s birthday party: There was beer, chocolate cake, and good food. Officially, I don’t like chocolate cake–I only like chocolate, not chocolate-flavored things–but I made an exception this time. You know, to be polite. Completed a really simple DIY alteration I’ve been meaning to take care of for over a year: I did something easy, removing the lace collar from a puff-sleeved linen blazer. I’m sort of (but...

Hippie Trip

I found this dress at a random thrift store last year, but put off wearing it “until I get it altered.” Yeah, right. Like that was gonna happen. Though I decided to forgo alterations, there are a few snags/holes in the crocheted bodice. Despite my amazing DIY skills,  I have no experience with needlework, so I did the next best thing: I covered the largest hole with a floral pin left over from my stash...

The heat is on

On Saturday, I hit u.swap, a clothing swap put on by U-Turn Art Space and vintage shop Chicken Lays an Egg (check out co-owner Jessy’s blog, Mascara or Motoroil). Surprisingly (to me), I found ten items I was ready to part with–I have a hard time letting go of clothes–and managed to bring home a few new things in support of what I’ve decided to deem “sustainable shopping.” What? It’s a real movement. Clothes kept...

Black + Blue

For some reason, wearing black and navy together makes one feel very French, n’est-ce pas?  Really, I think that particular combination makes both (neutral, sometimes boring) colors more interesting. They’re both integral to my wardrobe palette. These pants (a result of the lazy DIY, if you recall) are so cool and breezy–perfect for the hot and humid weather we’ve been having. I added some cognac-colored leather accessories and gold jewelry for interest. Tank, H+M; pants,...

Well suited

Watching Casablanca last weekend put me in the mood for a little suit action–but with a feminine touch. The lacy blouse is was a Gunne Sax-ish Little House on the Prairie dress I picked up at a thrift store a while ago, which wound up hanging out in my trunk (aka “storage”) for the better part of a year. I finally dug it out and attacked the dress with a pair of scissors in a...