Showing posts with label turquoise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label turquoise. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Cloud Cuckooland
Cloud Cuckooland is one of those pieces, the awesomeness of which leaps to the eye.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Day and Nightie
No false modesty: I have a lot of winners in my closet. But I also have a few... I don't want to call them losers, because that's mean, and also they are inanimate objects. But they're not quite contenders. Maybe with some alterations, we could see, but they're... junior varsity.
Take Day and Nightie, for instance. I picked this one up back when World of Style Vintage had a storefront on Newark Avenue, along with another piece I'll get to later. In theory, it's right up my alley.
I mean, look at that print, right? Colorful, hand-drawn, varied—a nice mix of organic and somewhat geometric shapes. But when it comes to the cut...
Take Day and Nightie, for instance. I picked this one up back when World of Style Vintage had a storefront on Newark Avenue, along with another piece I'll get to later. In theory, it's right up my alley.
Enter the Dragon
It is a sad paradox, if not the sad paradox, of shopping, that the more money you spend on an article of clothing, the less likely you are to get a lot of wear out of it. The fragile embroidery, the delicate fabric, the intricate stitching: all the elements that justify a higher price turn into reasons to not wear your new lovely garment.
Además, in the age of Facebook, we're all mini-celebs being hounded by paparazzi, except the paparazzi are our nearest and dearest. It's hard to wear the same fancy dress to multiple parties, knowing that everyone you've ever met will see pictures from all of them. Counterpoint: I am reminded of the fashion icon (name escaping me) who claimed she made sure to be photographed in her dresses at least twice, to prove she owned them. I don't worry about this too much.
I own this dress. Take my word for it.
Anyway, in case you're interested, I have hacked through this particular Gordian knot. The solution: embrace formality. If you like to dress up, 'fess up! There is absolutely nothing wrong with being the dressiest person in the room; in fact, if I could express the wrongness in negative numbers, I would.
Case in point: my aunt received a literary prize the other day. Forgive my bragging, but I can't stop kvelling! Not a suuuuper fancy occasion (daytime ceremony), but I had a new dress that I was already worrying wouldn't amortize well.
In a bizarre oversight, I have no photos of me at the ceremony, but it made me feel great to be wearing my newest, nicest duds; it was my way (which is certainly not the only way) of marking the momentousness of the occasion.
Además, in the age of Facebook, we're all mini-celebs being hounded by paparazzi, except the paparazzi are our nearest and dearest. It's hard to wear the same fancy dress to multiple parties, knowing that everyone you've ever met will see pictures from all of them. Counterpoint: I am reminded of the fashion icon (name escaping me) who claimed she made sure to be photographed in her dresses at least twice, to prove she owned them. I don't worry about this too much.
I own this dress. Take my word for it.
Anyway, in case you're interested, I have hacked through this particular Gordian knot. The solution: embrace formality. If you like to dress up, 'fess up! There is absolutely nothing wrong with being the dressiest person in the room; in fact, if I could express the wrongness in negative numbers, I would.
Case in point: my aunt received a literary prize the other day. Forgive my bragging, but I can't stop kvelling! Not a suuuuper fancy occasion (daytime ceremony), but I had a new dress that I was already worrying wouldn't amortize well.
In a bizarre oversight, I have no photos of me at the ceremony, but it made me feel great to be wearing my newest, nicest duds; it was my way (which is certainly not the only way) of marking the momentousness of the occasion.
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