Aw, thank you so much!
The outfit I wore yesterday wasn’t particularly special — that is, it merited no stunning aesthetics (not that anything I wear ever does), no inspiration or reason. Nevertheless, I ran into Misty Sidell, a writer for Elle, at a thrift store and she said she liked it. We got to talking and eventually exchanged emails, ‘cause we be just that cool.
My face looks weird here. Thrifted dress, thrifed shoes, thrifted sweater, beads I found around the house, bag I found in the basement. This outfit cost, like, less than $10.
The purse is missing a stone. I wonder what it was originally.
In other news, look how good my scar looks with some makeup on (!) :
Hi there! Well, the roaring twenties was the era of flappers, so that would probably be a good place to start. Flappers’ looks were characterized by cloche hats and art deco jewelry. Here’s a nice article on flappers with plenty of pictures.
This is a picture of my maternal grandmother on my mantelpiece. I’m not sure if it’s from the twenties or the thirties since she was born in 1910. Note the hat, gloves, and style of dress.
eta: I found out the picture is from 1932.
Louise Brooks c. 1926
Keep in mind, the 1920s were more than just a groundbreaking era in fashion. It was also the beginning of a new mindset for women. Theirs skirts rose; it became more and more common to see girls with skirts to their knees as opposed to brushing the ground at their ankles. I’m going to quote Wikipedia here.
I hope this all helps! Have fun at your party!
Fay and I had a sleepover last weekend after homecoming and watched Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. We had a good time giggling at things that were relevant in the 1950s and playing the Ouija board and doing other sleepover-related activities.
That’s Fay and me before homecoming. I made her take her shoes off because I was about a foot shorter than her when she had her heels on. The sad thing about this photo is that I’m wearing heels and Fay is tiny and I’m still a good four inches shorter than she is. Hmm.
Now look at some pretty/inspirational pictures:
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes poster. The only sizable one I could find was in Spanish.
Pink dress from the Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend bit of Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
Screencap. DAT COLLAR! DAT SCARF! Impeccable fashion, ladies. (I amused myself throughout the film by noting that Lorelei’s lip stick always seemed to be a tad darker than Dorothy’s.)
Another screencap. It’s a terrible thing to be lonesome, especially in the middle of a crowd.
Marilyn in 1949 as photographed by André de Dienes; 1959 by Sam Shaw
1951, unknown photographer
Vogue cover from sometime in the 1950s
Peter Pan collars, unknown sources
Dress was a gift, button-up shirt from Delia’s, new saddle shoes since I outgrew my old ones, dirtybirdiesvintage on Etsy
This is such a hard question to answer because it’s not just from one specific place. I mean, I don’t look at a picture of someone and then go out and buy the exact clothes they’re wearing — nobody does. I guess a lot of it just comes from what I see every day and what I have. A lot of clothes are handed down to me from big sisters, so then it’s a matter of what I can do with those. And then there’s the added factor of all the pretty clothes I see on Tumblr and on people’s blogs. Even if I don’t directly derive inspiration from them, I’m sure they somehow affect my subconscious opinion of what looks nice. I’m not sure if that made much sense, but it’s all I got.
- Me: Should I wear navy blue bobby socks or navy blue knee-high socks?
- My dad: Knee-highs.
- Me: How come? Any reason?
- My dad: I dunno. It looks better?
- Me: I would be wearing them with saddle shoes.
- My dad: Uh, bobby socks?
- Me: So is it bobby socks or knee-highs?
- My dad: I don't know! Don't ask me!
Please correct me if there actually are words for some of these things or if you have any to add to the list …
- The circular mark a cold glass of liquid leaves on the platform on which it was originally placed
- In front of. We have “behind,” so why the hell can’t we figure out one word for “in front of”?
- The feeling you get when you’re just about to sneeze
- The little plastic rings that don’t come off of plastic water bottles
- A person who corrects others’ improper grammar, or hates it when they do. (Sorry, the term “grammar Nazi” is a pet peeve of mine. It makes me think of a skinhead who is grammatically correct, and that’s not particularly appealing to me.)
- The little thing that you cut tape on (it’s all ridged and stuff)
- An English form of the German Weltanschauung
- An English form of je ne sais quoi
- Joy at the misfortune of others, German schadenfreude
- Someone who is not a virgin (thank you for that one, Hank Green!)
- An English word for the Southwestern Congo Tschiluba
- Plural you (like y’all, but more formal and nice sounding)
- A parent who has lost a child
If I reply to this spam will I step getting it? I’ve blocked the sender a thousand times but the question keeps showing up.
It’s dark out by the time I get home from school now because there’s play practice until 5:00 three times a week. Anyhow, I had to take my picture at 7:00 this morning before the bus came. This is what I look like shortly after waking up, if you care to see (I’m not a morning person):
Dress from a shop in Provincetown underneath a lace gifted dress, thrifted sweater, random socks, Hootenanny oxfords
Thrifted bag is a repro but awesome nonetheless. My favorite thing about it is that there is a random yellow bead in the black fringe.
Cold Abigail is cold.