I'd like to start and end this post by addressing my readers. A friend of mine who has been blogging (politics) for 3 years told me he was surprised by how many comments I get on posts. Well, me too in a way. I don't exactly get a huge number of hits per day, but for every 10 or so visitors, one is leaving a comment. And very few are the "drive-by" kind. Seems like a fairly enthused bunch to me. I started blogging more seriously about three months ago because I needed a public creative platform, and also because I'd been feeling like an island in a sea of squares in real life. So, in short, thanks so much for your interest in my blog and outfits. I swear your attentions have karmically affected the square factor in my real life since I started meeting cool people in town around the same time people started reading my blog.
Now to my outfit from yesterday, of which I swear I could only get 1 decent photo:
*Vintage 1960s Dress: loot from when Georgia let me invade her wardrobe (yes, for reals). Ironically, it is Lilly Pulitzer. The irony being that where I grew up modern Lilly dresses were the epitome of country club ill-fitting faux-whimsy prepdom. Le sigh. The original owner left her name tag in the dress too, so here's my shout out to Betty Roosevelt!
*Vintage Cowboy Boots: (by Laredo) from Red Light in Portland which is *not a thrift store*. Oddly, while thrifting on Saturday, I saw an identical pair along with a matching cowboy hat with a veil equaling what was no doubt a cowgirl bride.
*Tights from Marshalls (serious source for hosiery people): It's still slightly too chilly to go totally bare-legged and I love to mix a big print with a busy one.
*Vintage charm bracelet: thrifted, featuring souvenirs of Seattle and surrounding areas. (see last post for info on other bracelet).
*The book I am holding is Trailer travel here and abroad: The new way to adventurous living, a source for my thesis on vintage and historic Airstream trailers. I am referring of course to the thesis on which I have been steadily slacking... someone slap some discipline into me please!
Those are not wraps in my hair, but feather extensions. I've been trying to get a good close-up but this is truly difficult to do on my own. Luckily I will be pairing up with Malin Laney later this week. Wait for it... wait for it...
And now for something completely different...
Maybe some of you will notice this is the first time I have appeared on this blog with manicured nails. One thing that has really stood out to me from other fashion blogs is what a huge difference nice nails can make on overall appearance. I have an absolutely terrible habit of picking my nails, which makes having a manicure pointless. The combo of seeing nice manicures and reading the following passage from Household Searchlight Homemaking Guide made me realize I needed to end this truly deplorable habit.
From the list of egregious errors of etiquette: "Picking. Almost all of us have known a 'picker'... the person who picked at her teeth and lips.. her cuticle or her nose. We want those people out of our minds as quickly as possible. Picking is a nervous habit that is easily carried about with one, and practiced while reading in the easy chair, or engaging in conversation. It is one of the most disgusting habits, and every person should make a real effort to avoid any of it."
Harsh, I know, but a wake-up call. When I imagine style superheroes like Sophia Loren or Mademoiselle Robot at home being naturally glamorous but practical, I do not imagine that they pick at their nails or have ragged cuticles. So I have dedicated myself to eradicate picking from my life. I've found one article that has so far helped, the biggest piece of advice being constant manicures. (I wish all my bad habits could be cured with more self-pampering... oh wait, I do believe they can!)
So, readers, have any of you given up or struggled with a similar habit? Do you have any inspiring manicures that could be the carrot on the end of this stick? Or did this post just end up making you queazy?
Thanks again for tuning in and taking the time from your day to see what I am wearing and thinking about.