I’m Not Old. I’m Vintage, Baby
Used this handy little tutorial last night, during a much needed crafty meeting of the minds with Kara, to create a bit of accessory love. I’m thinking of making a string of these on a long ribbon belt to be worn with spring dresses, as shown in the link.
But for now, it can rock the cardigan. It makes me feel a bit like a superhero.
Need a little color? POW! BAM! WOW!
For those on Twitter, I’ve been posting “dress of the day” for the last couple of weeks and it it is funny how much of a response it’s garnered. Everyone (men, church folk, family, friends, and this being twitter, lots of strangers) have let me hear their fashionista views. I have a new-found love of fashion as art, and a well-constructed and worn garment seems rare. Perhaps it is working in a university environment where I see the worst of fashion humanity waddle past my window. The ass crack! The knee-high Uggs! The skinny jeans on boys (most of whom have been misled and are, in fact, not skinny) and giant crocheted beanies on girls who all look like “The Hills” rejects. And my guess is 95% of those observed need to increase their pant size.
Damn kids these days!
It isn’t pretty. There are far too many whip cream Starbucks calorie traps being enjoyed on this campus for this much flesh to be in view.
And yes, I walk to school both ways up hill in the snow. But I do so in a great dress and on days with good balance, a pair of heels too.*
*And sometimes pants that are too small. Or too short — the curse of the tall girl. What? I’m in the 95%.