July 16, 2018

Olivine Sateen










I remember learning about olivine in geology class at university, in Hawaii they even have beaches scattered with the mineral olivine that look green with algae but are actually colored by tiny green stones. Mood fabrics actually called the color of this cotton sateen fern, but it seems pretty olive green to me!

I'm finding the phenomenon where time and energy occur both at once as rare as an olive green beach these past few weeks. I can't even segue anymore...clearly. Various things, my day job, some birthday induced shenanigans (including trying absinthe finally? Tasty, also green, perhaps a hazardous choice) have completely destroyed my schedule and zapped my energy over the last several days. All I want to do is write-- again, which is just not useful. I haven't found the time to write though either, and between that quite urgent desire being pushed to the sidelines, and being currently way behind on YouTube and the blog, I honestly feel like a disorganized mess right now! I've got to get things back in alignment and start checking a few things off my to do list ASAP. It doesn't help that it's super hot out these days which makes me feel even more lethargic for some reason!!

But hey, hello there, umm....here are a few photos of an outfit I wore recently and my new olive green skirt I made earlier in the year. Hopefully you will be hearing from me again soon, but only if I can wake up out of this summer haze and get my act together. Here's hoping my dears...

Skirt: Made by me
Top: Forever 21 (in like...2007)
Shoes: Modcloth
Petticoat: Malco Modes
Clutch, Hat, & Bracelets: Vintage
Earrings: National Gallery Museum Gift Shop


July 10, 2018

Twenty-Seven













It was eight o'clock at night and the light was changing rapidly. It had just rained, and the world outside was blue and grey. These factors add up to a variety of photo issues like light induced blur, grainy noise, and color cast hues, but we are gonna roll with it, okay? mmkay, great.

I wrote this little mini essay/prose thing earlier last week to include in a video, but I then never filmed it. So I'll include it here:


I decided to make a new white dress this summer. I really have enjoyed the eyelet dress I made last year and wanted to add another crisp white dress to add to my wardrobe. What began as a vague idea for a project evolved and took on an extra meaning while I worked on the dress over the course of a few weeks.

Because most twenty-seven year old women have found, or will soon find, themselves buying a particular sort of white dress. Yet I have not, nor ever likely will, find myself shopping for a wedding dress.

Which is so incredibly fine with me, good even, preferable, but also still somehow a bit unexpected. Because that's what people do in their twenties right, they get married. I don't want to get married-- indeed as I said recently, I've never even been in a relationship-- so the concept is entirely foreign to me. Society taught me a wedding was what I was supposed to desire. Even growing up in the nineties and early naughts, the idea that girls dream of their wedding day, and playing the part of the princess for a day was still hanging in the ether, and I breathed it in like everybody else. The world seems to insist on dress shopping as an ordeal, cake tasting days out, and tacky bachelorette parties. While I have never felt particularly drawn to these things, it does still feel a bit strange to be skipping them entirely.

I watched the recent royal wedding and found it dreamy and romantic, like watching a live action fairy tale. And I thought to myself--

"Huh, I'm never going to do anything even remotely like this."

Not in a sad way, just in a "huh, yeah, nope," sort of way.

This happened to me in high school too when people had "perfect" dates to prom. With the flowers and the cheesy photos. Milestones of normalcy. Society tells us about the train tracks laid down for us each to follow. I live off on my winding footpath with the tracks over there a ways, off in the distance. It's nice over here on my footpath, there are butterflies, and wildflowers, and you can stop anywhere you like for as long as you like. It's only occasionally, when someone mentions a particular station they're passing through, or regrettably delayed from, that I remember those tracks over there are what I was "supposed" to have been following.

I'm on my own over here instead, and it's pretty great, I haven't gotten lost yet.

So I decided to keep making my fine new white dress, with a high boat neckline now-- because it suddenly seemed very chic.

And I'll wear it for my twenty-seventh birthday. With black accessories and a new straw hat I think.
And I can buy my own cake if I want to.

Not better, not worse, just mine.


Dress: Made by me
Belt, Gloves, Clutch, & Jewelry: Vintage
Shoes: Remix
Fishnets: Amazon
Hat: Fashionable Frolic


July 5, 2018

Show Your Stripes










When one is not exactly a fashion model, and so very few of us are after all, posing can be a problem. What is this face? I think of it as the "oh over there?" as if someone has just pointed out an acquaintance of yours across the garden party. You know, the imaginary garden party in this case. Still photography is the extent of my acting ability, ask me to try and memorize some lines and act natural and I fall apart within seconds.

I love this dress, the stripes and creamy ivory color are just so perfectly crisp in the summertime. I recently picked up this ivory leather belt on Etsy, and though it is a bit small on me I was very pleased to see it matched my other ivory accessories perfectly. I have paired this dress with black in the past, but I decided to keep all of my accessories ivory this time. Excepting this gorgeous Japanese wagasa umbrella of course. I have worn this same dress with a red parasol before, but I am gradually replacing the cheap souvenir parasols in my wardrobe with real Japanese wagasa. The craftsmanship in these umbrellas is truly stunning, I hope I can collect one in every color someday! A few shops still make them in Japan, I'd love to buy some in person in Kyoto one day, anyone got a bunch of frequent flyer miles I can have?

I just want to say a quick extra special thank you to any of you who have gone and subscribed to my YouTube channel, as I am about to reach 5,000 subscribers and it means the world to me! I am going to be doing my first Q&A style video soon and I would love if any of you left me questions to answer too. I think the most frequently asked question I get is which sewing patterns I use, which sadly I can never actually answer since I make my own. Not very helpful of me!

My schedule has been a bit confused this week so I feel as though I am behind on everything! In an effort to catch up I better run, have a good weekend everyone ;)

Dress: Made by me
Shoes: Bait Footwear (Modcloth)
Wagasa, Clutch, Jewelry, Belt, & Hat: Vintage
Fishnets: Amazon


July 3, 2018

Rivers of America











This part at one of our local parks always reminds me of Disneyland's Rivers of America section. Of course here in Colorado I am often closer to the the real rivers of America, and other aspects of the American west, that inspired some of Disney's Frontierland than I am to fictionalized recreations of such environments. I was hoping to make it back out to the park this year too, but it seems fated not to be. 

I could celebrate Disneyland, corporate behemoth and capitalist darling that it is, much more easily than I could celebrate America (the United States to be correct) right about now. Or indeed anytime. Each collective large enough to become a country is bound to commit sins certainly, but here in the US we really take losing our humanity to new and frightening heights. Can't exactly celebrate the 4th of July this year, it would feel much too forced. Then again just because the US's dirtiest of laundry is on show right now here in 2018 doesn't mean horrific injustices were not happening every other year I have ever enjoyed an Independence Day fireworks show in the past. This week I've just got that image of the rosary beads confiscated from those seeking a better life at the US's southern border only to be greeted by terror at best hanging in my mind. I visited the Holocaust museum in Washington DC at age 13 and will never forget the images I saw there. I never thought I would see new ones so very similar in the news. I get to live with those rosy colored glasses most of the time. I'm probably not going to bother to go watch the fireworks this year.

The privilege, and to be quite frank sanitized suburban luxury, I am surrounded by is wonderful to live in, and is in so many varied ways a lie. A beautiful lie I get to live in because of luck and many institutionalized layers of inequality. Living life here in the Capitol, to use a Hunger Games reference, the truth is always there in the back of my mind. Vote. Register to fecking vote. Please. While we still can, before this grand 'ol American experiment does dive fully and totally off the rails. We are supposed to be improving the mess this country has always been, not adding to it. Be kinder to one another...and VOTE. Do more if you can, I'm not proud to admit I haven't figured out how to help more myself just yet. 

Red, white, and blue. We can do better. We must do better.

Suit: Made by me
Shoes: Royal Vintage
Hat, Gloves, Pin, Earrings, & Clutch: Vintage






June 27, 2018

Cataloging Catalogs: Spring/Summer 1950 (Montgomery Ward's)


More dresses today, some maternity dresses even, and house dresses for the "fastidious homemaker". I find "house frocks" such and odd concept really, because it always seems to me they are just as cute as the "real" dresses to be worn out and about! Plus, I don't care if it's 1950 or 2018, I'm not gonna look cute when I'm cleaning the house, I'm just not. Twas' a different time indeed.

It took me ages to scan these pages and stitch them together today because I kept getting distracted and typing a few lines of dialog that came to me, or outlining the general plot line for a few chapters, or thinking of how I could keep that one character involved and jotting that down, all in an open Word document I keep by my side (as it were) like a notepad. My brain couldn't focus! Which doesn't mean these dresses aren't delightful of course, but obviously I need to go work on writing instead for the rest of the night. Too many interests, too many projects, not enough time. Not a bad problem to have really :)





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