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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Goodwill = Good Day
After taking The Puff out to lunch and letting her play in the play area for almost an hour, I decided to go to our local Goodwill for some shopping. Since it is Columbus Day, I wasn’t too sure how crowded our shop would be. Thankfully the crowds were minimal and there was a pretty good selection to choose from. And the color changed yesterday to green, so I could get different items for half the price I would have paid last week. Going green has never sounded so thrifty.
Today I managed to find several dresses to try on. I found a vintage Leslie Fay dress that I have seen hanging on the racks for at least a month. It's bright pink with white roses and it has a matching belt. Even though someone as tall as I am has no business bothering with petite sized clothing, this is an 80's version of petite - meaning it's not even close to petite proportions. There were two new vintage dresses on the rack that I hadn't seen before and both were red and black. One was made of rayon by Nina Piccalino and is black with a red hash mark/brushstroke design. The other was polyester by In CinQ and is black with red roses and leaves all over it.
I also snagged a homemade vintage dress that goes all the way to the floor. It has an interesting flutter sleeve design and a tiny keyhole in the front. It's white with blue and orange flowers with green stems and leaves. As it has no tags, I'm going to guess that it was made out of polyester and is probably from the 1970's. There was also a grey shift dress by Isaac Mizrahi for Target. I had bypassed trying this dress on before because I didn't think that a giant orange tulip would look good on me. But I dared myself to try it, and I liked it. There was also the pink floral Liberty Of London for Target dress with spaghetti straps and a drawstring waist.
I also found a sheer shirt by George, which is a Wal*Mart line. It's white with varying sized navy vertical stripes. It has a really neat ruffle all along where the shoulder meets the shirt and a cool pin tuck detail on the back. And as a complete surprise, there was a pair of corduroy pants from H&M in the prettiest shade of teal (the picture looks bright blue, but they're teal). And a heavily sequined and beaded little black silk skirt by Jewel Queen was still there from last week. Even though it doesn't fit, I really like the design, colors, shimmer etc. In other words, it was too pretty and special to leave behind.
In the purses section, I spotted an Etienne Aigner mini purse made of cream colored raffia with brown leather trim and handle. With its long leather strap, it can double as a cross-body bag or as a shoulder purse. And since the strap has clips on both ends, I can take it off and hold it by the small leather handle at the top of the purse. Under that strap is a woven leather bar that adds to the unique look of the purse. And at $5.00, it was a really good deal.
But my pièce de résistance of the entire shopping excursion was actually found at the beginning. After looking through all of the dresses, I scanned the end of the racks at the little displays. Hanging there amongst a bunch of purses, to include a real coach bag, there was a dark brown leather purse with lighter brown trim and a monogram design. Most people would have taken one glance at this purse and have thought that it was a cheap knock-off that had been left at a thrift store. Nope, not this purse. I looked inside of it and determined that it is in fact, a real Louis Vuitton. Yes, you just read that correctly.
All-in-all, I'd say I had a pretty good day. My Puff ate her lunch, played well with the other kids at the playplace, and was super well behaved in the store. And my entire haul cost less than what the original owner paid for the Louis Vuitton purse. It still boggles my mind that people get rid of those purses. I'm keeping mine forever and they're going to be turned into family heirlooms. Hopefully The Puff will appreciate that foresight when she gets older.
Today I managed to find several dresses to try on. I found a vintage Leslie Fay dress that I have seen hanging on the racks for at least a month. It's bright pink with white roses and it has a matching belt. Even though someone as tall as I am has no business bothering with petite sized clothing, this is an 80's version of petite - meaning it's not even close to petite proportions. There were two new vintage dresses on the rack that I hadn't seen before and both were red and black. One was made of rayon by Nina Piccalino and is black with a red hash mark/brushstroke design. The other was polyester by In CinQ and is black with red roses and leaves all over it.
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| Vintage Hot Pink Dress with White Roses Leslie Fay "Petite Collection" |
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| Vintage Hot Pink Dress with White Roses - Detail Leslie Fay "Petite Collection" |
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| Black Dress with Red Hash Marks Nina Piccalino |
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| Black Dress with Red Hash Marks - Detail Nina Piccalino |
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| Black Dress with Red Roses and Leaves In CinQ |
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| Black Dress with Red Roses and Leaves - Detail In CinQ |
I also snagged a homemade vintage dress that goes all the way to the floor. It has an interesting flutter sleeve design and a tiny keyhole in the front. It's white with blue and orange flowers with green stems and leaves. As it has no tags, I'm going to guess that it was made out of polyester and is probably from the 1970's. There was also a grey shift dress by Isaac Mizrahi for Target. I had bypassed trying this dress on before because I didn't think that a giant orange tulip would look good on me. But I dared myself to try it, and I liked it. There was also the pink floral Liberty Of London for Target dress with spaghetti straps and a drawstring waist.
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| Homemade Vintage Floral Dress |
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| Homemade Vintage Floral Dress - Detail |
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| Grey Shift Dress with Orange Tulip Isaac Mizrahi for Target |
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| Pink Floral Dress with Spaghetti Straps and Drawstring Waist Liberty Of London for Target |
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| Sheer White and Navy Striped Shirt George, by Wal*Mart |
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| Teal Corduroy Pants H&M |
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| Black Silk Skirt with Beads and Sequins Jewel Queen |
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| Black Silk Skirt with Beads and Sequins - Detail Jewel Queen |
I also discovered a vintage hot pink, textured polyester three piece suit - a jacket, a skirt, and a pair of pants (which will need its hems taken out to fit me) . My iPod never seems to get the colors of anything right, so it looks really red, but it's insanely hot pink - think almost Schiaparelli Pink. The suit was made by Sears-Roebuck and Company at some point in the 1970's. The label reads says that it is a "Perma-Prest Suit", which tells me that it's a polyester beauty. The texture of this suit is so quirky; it's columns of small circles with swirls next to columns of large circles with pie chart divisions, which are next to columns of small circles with a burst of lines in them. Very different. And the bonus is that all of the textured metal buttons are still on and in good condition.
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| Hot Pink Polyester Suit Jacket Sears-Roebuck and Company |
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| Hot Pink Polyester Suit Jacket - Back Sears-Roebuck and Company |
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| Hot Pink Polyester Suit Jacket - Label and Detail Sears-Roebuck and Company |
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| Hot Pink Polyester Suit Pants Sears-Roebuck and Company |
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| Hot Pink Polyester Suit Skirt Sears-Roebuck and Company |
For accessories, I found a vintage silver cuff from India. I imagine that it's real because of the tarnish. It has a ribbed design and what I think is a gold overlay. There were also two pairs of new stockings that came from Target. The only belt I looked at for myself was a studded black leather belt. I also found a vintage metal belt with big gems for a friend and two vintage wooden hat racks for my wall. I have to hang my vintage hats somewhere...
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| Vintage Silver Cuff with Gold Overlay Made In India Sticker |
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Vintage Silver Cuff with Gold Overlay
Tarnish spots
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| Black Leather Belt with Studs Unknown Maker |
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| Vintage Wooden Hat Racks |
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| Etienne Aigner Mini Purse Cream Raffia and Brown Leather |
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| Etienne Aigner Mini Purse - Detail |
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| Louis Vuitton Purse Dark Brown Leather with Light Brown Leather Trim |
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| Louis Vuitton Purse Detail $20.99 |
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Oktoberfest 2011
It's that time of year again - October! And that means that the Germans are already celebrating with another fest. The Germans really know how to work hard and to play hard. There are fests for everything: Spring, Fall, Christmas, wine, fish, you think of it, there's probably a fest for it. Having lived in Germany for three years, my family and I were so happy to have found a real German Biergarten in the area. And to make matters even more fun, the owners (from Germany) throw an anniversary/October Fest every year! YAY!!!
Our usual Sunday routine involves going to Mass at a really cool Gothic inspired church in the older part of our town. Once Mass lets out, we slowly wander down the road to the local children's museum and spend about an hour running around and playing with everything. Then, The Puff looks at me and tells me, "I'm hungry." "What do you want to eat?" "I want Spätzle and goulash, please. And a pretzel." So we then head back down the street to the Biergarten and see our usual waiter (my daughter's in love with him and has been since she was about 6 months old) and get our usual lunches. It is so, so, so good.
Last year was the first time we went to the Octoberfest and we had a great time. The Puff ran around with the other little kids and had a lot of fun. We ate a real lunch at the restaurant before we went to the fest site, which worked out really well. My parents were both there and the five of us were able to site at the tables and relax with our beers. This year, my mom is on a trip to visit a long-time friend, and my dad is off in Djibouti doing who-knows-what. And yes, it's a real country. And yes, the capital of Djibouti is in fact, Djibouti. It's really funny when The Puff talks about Grandpa being in Djibouti. Ponder that one for a minute.
I will admit that I had actually forgotten that today was the Octoberfest celebration. I had spent the entire day reorganizing our shed, doing the laundry, and potty training my little one. It wasn't until my mom sent me a text asking if we had had a good time. Thankfully, my husband was already on his way home, so it didn't take too long for us to get cleaned up and dressed. We got to the party pretty late, so we didn't get charged for admission and then the owner gave my daughter a big plate of potato salad - YUM! Of course my daughter had spotted the cheesecake and was asking for it the entire time my husband was off getting our beers.
After downing our beers, we loaded up in our car and drove to the actual restaurant to get a real meal. I mentioned in the earlier paragraph how good their cooking is. Let me just repeat myself on that note: AMAZING. It was some of the best schnitzel I've had in a very long time. Delicious.
And of course, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't dress my daughter in a tiny dirndl and pop a vintage hat on her head? My parents travel a lot, and they often get to go back to Germany. On my mom's last trip out there, she picked up a red dirndl (her favorite color) with wooden buttons, a white shirt with a red trim on the ruffles, and a matching red and white apron. It's so stinking cute! I put her in a pair of white tights since it's getting a bit chilly at night and glittery pink slip-on shoes. Okay, okay. So the pink glittery shoes aren't authentic German dirndl attire, but they were the best shoes I had available for her to wear. Tennis shoes and sandals were not options. While walking out of the house, I grabbed a vintage wool fedora with a leather trim and a little golden accent on the leather. I think it's probably from the 1960's and it's in great condition.
I chose a vintage red cotton dress with a white floral pattern on it. It was homemade, and is from the 1960's or so. I found it at my local Goodwill and just fell in love with it. I'm not usually one to wear red, but this dress was just too special to leave behind. And the best part? It was half off. Danke schön! It's not a dirndl, but it's close enough and it fits like a charm. I paired it with my white leather and cream raffia belt with golden accents by Michael Kors. I also wore my brown leather t-strap wedges by Highlights (half off at Salvation Army), and yes, I wore pantyhose. Like I said, it's starting to get chilly at night here and I didn't want my legs to get cold. I kept it simple with just my wedding and engagement rings, light makeup, and my hair pulled back into a half ponytail.
My husband initially bypassed my choice of shirt and went with a white t-shirt under an olive green sweater. But I convinced him to wear his red and white checkered button down shirt with a cream colored sweater. What can I say? We didn't match, we coordinated. Now it's off to bed, because a good German meal will make you sleepy in the best possible way. Gute Nacht und auf wiedersehen!
P.S. - Could I get this picture to look any more like it was taken in the 1960's?
Our usual Sunday routine involves going to Mass at a really cool Gothic inspired church in the older part of our town. Once Mass lets out, we slowly wander down the road to the local children's museum and spend about an hour running around and playing with everything. Then, The Puff looks at me and tells me, "I'm hungry." "What do you want to eat?" "I want Spätzle and goulash, please. And a pretzel." So we then head back down the street to the Biergarten and see our usual waiter (my daughter's in love with him and has been since she was about 6 months old) and get our usual lunches. It is so, so, so good.
Last year was the first time we went to the Octoberfest and we had a great time. The Puff ran around with the other little kids and had a lot of fun. We ate a real lunch at the restaurant before we went to the fest site, which worked out really well. My parents were both there and the five of us were able to site at the tables and relax with our beers. This year, my mom is on a trip to visit a long-time friend, and my dad is off in Djibouti doing who-knows-what. And yes, it's a real country. And yes, the capital of Djibouti is in fact, Djibouti. It's really funny when The Puff talks about Grandpa being in Djibouti. Ponder that one for a minute.
I will admit that I had actually forgotten that today was the Octoberfest celebration. I had spent the entire day reorganizing our shed, doing the laundry, and potty training my little one. It wasn't until my mom sent me a text asking if we had had a good time. Thankfully, my husband was already on his way home, so it didn't take too long for us to get cleaned up and dressed. We got to the party pretty late, so we didn't get charged for admission and then the owner gave my daughter a big plate of potato salad - YUM! Of course my daughter had spotted the cheesecake and was asking for it the entire time my husband was off getting our beers.
After downing our beers, we loaded up in our car and drove to the actual restaurant to get a real meal. I mentioned in the earlier paragraph how good their cooking is. Let me just repeat myself on that note: AMAZING. It was some of the best schnitzel I've had in a very long time. Delicious.
And of course, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't dress my daughter in a tiny dirndl and pop a vintage hat on her head? My parents travel a lot, and they often get to go back to Germany. On my mom's last trip out there, she picked up a red dirndl (her favorite color) with wooden buttons, a white shirt with a red trim on the ruffles, and a matching red and white apron. It's so stinking cute! I put her in a pair of white tights since it's getting a bit chilly at night and glittery pink slip-on shoes. Okay, okay. So the pink glittery shoes aren't authentic German dirndl attire, but they were the best shoes I had available for her to wear. Tennis shoes and sandals were not options. While walking out of the house, I grabbed a vintage wool fedora with a leather trim and a little golden accent on the leather. I think it's probably from the 1960's and it's in great condition.
I chose a vintage red cotton dress with a white floral pattern on it. It was homemade, and is from the 1960's or so. I found it at my local Goodwill and just fell in love with it. I'm not usually one to wear red, but this dress was just too special to leave behind. And the best part? It was half off. Danke schön! It's not a dirndl, but it's close enough and it fits like a charm. I paired it with my white leather and cream raffia belt with golden accents by Michael Kors. I also wore my brown leather t-strap wedges by Highlights (half off at Salvation Army), and yes, I wore pantyhose. Like I said, it's starting to get chilly at night here and I didn't want my legs to get cold. I kept it simple with just my wedding and engagement rings, light makeup, and my hair pulled back into a half ponytail.
My husband initially bypassed my choice of shirt and went with a white t-shirt under an olive green sweater. But I convinced him to wear his red and white checkered button down shirt with a cream colored sweater. What can I say? We didn't match, we coordinated. Now it's off to bed, because a good German meal will make you sleepy in the best possible way. Gute Nacht und auf wiedersehen!
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| On The Puff: Dirndl - Present from grandparents - Turi Landhaus, Germany White tights - Wal*Mart Glittery Pink Shoes - Target Hat - Wool with leather trim and golden accent - Vintage On The Puff's Mommy: Dress - Cotton with white floral design - Handmade vintage, Goodwill T-Strap Wedges - Brown leather with a 1920's design - Highlights, Salvation Army Belt - White leather and cream raffia with golden accents - Michael Kors, TJ Maxx Pantyhose - George, Wal*Mart |
2011 Bartenders' Ball
My husband and I have finally gone somewhere that required us to get really dressed up. I must add that I am about 6 months late in posting this and that this is centered around a very sad story...
Sadly, almost 1 year ago, my husband's friend from the police academy was found murdered on the side of a road. He left behind a loving wife of a year and a half and a happy baby girl who was 8 months old. His killer has not been caught yet, but we cling to the hope that that person will be brought to justice. The local sheriff's department set up a bank account in his honor so his widow can continue to pay her bills and provide for their daughter. It was announced at the beginning of the year that the annual Bartenders' Ball would benefit our friend and her daughter, along with Operation Smile and Volunteers of America. Naturally, I went online and bought two tickets and reserved a room at the hotel hosting the large event.
As the ball drew closer, my husband was trying to make excuses for not going because he is uncomfortable with the media and large crowds of people drinking. I told our friend to tell my husband that she had already reserved tickets for us and that she really wanted us to be there. He has an incredibly hard time telling her no, so he obliged and got fitted for a tuxedo. The party was on.
When we finished checking into the hotel, we met up with our crowd and got our armbands. I had purchased the $35.00 armbands that got us into the party, but we quickly upgraded to the $100.00 armbands that got us into the VIP area and unlimited alcohol for the entire function. That's right - unlimited alcohol. Best upgrade I've ever made. During the party, and after my husband had consumed a few beverages, I told him the truth about me having purchased our tickets. He thought it was funny and our friend and her brother told him that they were sorry they had "lied" to him. It was forgiven pretty quickly.
All in all, it was a good party. We stayed together as a group, almost like a group of siblings, and danced the night away.
I guess I should talk a bit about what I wore to the Bartenders' Ball. The theme was "Red Carpet Attire," so the four ladies in our group really turned it out. Our friend wore a beautiful white and blue dress that had a halter neckline and a really pretty updo. Her best friend from high school (and a crafty mommy of three) wore a stunning red dress that worked wonders with her curves and her perfect tan (some people are so lucky). Her victory rolls were the perfect finishing touch. Our friend's partner on the streets (they were on the bike patrol) wore a blue satin dress with crystals on the straps. The blue of her dress perfectly complimented the memorial tattoo on her back for our friend.
I had decided to wear the Zac Posen for Target dress that I had purchased the year before. You know the one - it's the floor-length multicolor dress with black safety pins silk screened all over it. It fit perfectly and I couldn't have been happier with that purchase. Kudos to you, Mr. Posen. My hair, a weird blondish brown - bronde if you will- was put up in an ornate updo that looked like something Joan Holloway would wear in Mad Men (love that show).
Sadly, almost 1 year ago, my husband's friend from the police academy was found murdered on the side of a road. He left behind a loving wife of a year and a half and a happy baby girl who was 8 months old. His killer has not been caught yet, but we cling to the hope that that person will be brought to justice. The local sheriff's department set up a bank account in his honor so his widow can continue to pay her bills and provide for their daughter. It was announced at the beginning of the year that the annual Bartenders' Ball would benefit our friend and her daughter, along with Operation Smile and Volunteers of America. Naturally, I went online and bought two tickets and reserved a room at the hotel hosting the large event.
As the ball drew closer, my husband was trying to make excuses for not going because he is uncomfortable with the media and large crowds of people drinking. I told our friend to tell my husband that she had already reserved tickets for us and that she really wanted us to be there. He has an incredibly hard time telling her no, so he obliged and got fitted for a tuxedo. The party was on.
When we finished checking into the hotel, we met up with our crowd and got our armbands. I had purchased the $35.00 armbands that got us into the party, but we quickly upgraded to the $100.00 armbands that got us into the VIP area and unlimited alcohol for the entire function. That's right - unlimited alcohol. Best upgrade I've ever made. During the party, and after my husband had consumed a few beverages, I told him the truth about me having purchased our tickets. He thought it was funny and our friend and her brother told him that they were sorry they had "lied" to him. It was forgiven pretty quickly.
All in all, it was a good party. We stayed together as a group, almost like a group of siblings, and danced the night away.
I guess I should talk a bit about what I wore to the Bartenders' Ball. The theme was "Red Carpet Attire," so the four ladies in our group really turned it out. Our friend wore a beautiful white and blue dress that had a halter neckline and a really pretty updo. Her best friend from high school (and a crafty mommy of three) wore a stunning red dress that worked wonders with her curves and her perfect tan (some people are so lucky). Her victory rolls were the perfect finishing touch. Our friend's partner on the streets (they were on the bike patrol) wore a blue satin dress with crystals on the straps. The blue of her dress perfectly complimented the memorial tattoo on her back for our friend.
I had decided to wear the Zac Posen for Target dress that I had purchased the year before. You know the one - it's the floor-length multicolor dress with black safety pins silk screened all over it. It fit perfectly and I couldn't have been happier with that purchase. Kudos to you, Mr. Posen. My hair, a weird blondish brown - bronde if you will- was put up in an ornate updo that looked like something Joan Holloway would wear in Mad Men (love that show).
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| Joan Halloway-esque (Thakoon for Target shirt and Proenza Schouler for Target cardigan) |
I got my makeup done by the same talented woman who did my makeup for the Adam Lambert concert - see my profile picture. Since I hadn't been in the sun for months, I was a nice ghostly shade of pale, so she evened out my skin tone and gave me a cat eye and a very bright pink lip. I had my toenails painted bright pink and my finger nails done in yellow. I had the guy paint a little black safety pin on one of my thumbs.
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| Thumbs up for safety pins! |
As far as accessories, I didn't wear any jewelry besides my wedding and engagement rings. I felt that the dress had enough power to stand on its own and quite frankly, I think it would have looked cluttered. My purse was a hot pink clutch that I found years ago at an antique mall for less than $10.00. For sentimental purposes, I wore my Iron Fist Zebracorn heels. At almost 5 inches, I was more that a little nervous about walking around and dancing all night in them. The sentimental part comes in because I had worn them the previous August on my birthday and I ran into our friend while he was working guiding pedestrians and drivers in the rain. We stood there talking for about 5 minutes about his daughter, his wife, how blissfully happy he was. So, for him, I wore those bad boys for the entire time, not once taking them off. I'll spare you the brutal photographic evidence of my feet.
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| Iron Fist's Zebracorn Heel |
Here is our picture on the red carpet from that night. I put a heart over my husband's face because he really doesn't want his picture out there, and I respect that. I'm also not going to post pictures of our friends because of privacy issues. I hope that if you take only one thing from this blog, that it's to cherish your friends and family, because they can be taken away from you in an instant. To our friend who was murdered: We love you, we miss you, and we'll never forget you.
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| On the red carpet |
Monday, March 7, 2011
Background Stuff
I'm pretty sure that I mentioned before that I'm on here to stay up-to-date on what other people are writing. I'm not much of a fashion trender, not much of a blogger. I'm just a stay-at-home mommy with a rambunctious two year old. I do however, want to set a fairly decent example for her in terms of expressing herself (myself not always being the best example).
I was the awkward kid when I got to high school (transferred from an average middle school in Virginia Beach, VA to a very rich private school in Beaufort, SC). I knew that I was different and that I didn't blend in with the other students, but I didn't really try to. After my freshman year, the school changed it's dress code to 1) khakis or dark blue pants, 2) polo or collared shirts, and 3) jeans only allowed on Wednesdays. Obviously, Wednesdays became my new favorite day of the week.
I took a pair of jeans with the widest leg I have ever worn in my entire life (it was the 90's) and put green and red puff paint down the side leg seams in alternating dots. I sewed odd buttons onto the change pocket. As the hems torn off from under my shoes, I just cut them and let them fray. The best accessory had to be the grenade rings and pins that I clipped to my belt loops. Yes, real grenade pins and loops. I guess I should clarify that I lived on Parris Island, SC, which is just one of two locations for training enlisted Marines (OOH-RAH!). We took a family learning trip to the original grenade range and I picked up some old "leftovers" to use later on. Passive aggressive behavior does run in the family.
The only area of the dress code that wasn't touched on was socks. My socks became the most colorful, outlandish socks on the entire campus. Let's put it this way: My final exam at that school was for English class, and I already knew that we were being transferred to Stuttgart, Germany, so I didn't give a flying hoot about the dress code that day. I decided to wear a caricature shirt from Barnes & Noble that had Charles Dickens dressed as Oliver Twist - shredded pant, bowl, everything. I was showing my appreciation for my English class! Yup, I got called into the main office for that one. Ugh.
The rest of my high school years were spent at Alexander M. Patch American High School on Patch Barracks in Stuttgart, Germany. I'll have to find the picture of my first day at school. Found it, and I'll post it later. What a riot! I found a men's three piece suit at a thrift store on base and wore it constantly. I walked across the stage at graduation wearing that suit. I was just out there. My freshman year of college at Mount Saint Mary's wasn't much different. But looking back at some pictures, my bleached out jeans from Old Navy with my secondhand military sweater were kind of spot-on. Wearing my super bad-ass Buffalo boots helped. I just recently found those. Still love them!
The night before I flew back home to Germany, I bleached out my dark brown hair and dyed it flaming red with some bleach blond streaks left in for the full effect. It's not all that odd to walk around in Germany and see women of all age groups sporting some outrageous hair color, so I didn't really stick out all that much. But Mr. Pinschmidt's (Senior year English teacher - best ever!) reaction was hysterical. Poor guy doubled over laughing!
My time at Old Dominion University was pretty uneventful in fashion terms. I dyed my hair bright, bright pink and that was pretty much the extent of my experimentation. I just lost my sparkle and faded into the background. Super sad to think of it like that, but I'm getting back out there. When I went to Tidewater Tech, I started getting into coats, especially vintage coats. I think that Issac Mizrahi's silver trench for Target may have been my turning point. I went a little nuts. But now I have a coat for just about anything. Some day I'll get around to photographing everything and posting them on here.
Now I'm super into vintage clothing, vintage shoes (even though almost none of them fit my size 10 feet - you girls with smaller feet are soooo lucky), vintage furniture, vintage housewares, etc. My shopping buddy is Emily of The Daily Fashionista, even though she's on a no-new-items shopping deal. Thankfully my two year old daughter, The Puff, is a pretty good shopper. She tends to run off to the dressing rooms, which has caused a few heart attacks, but for the most part she likes to run up to items of clothing and say, "Ooooh. Pretty. I like it." I may be creating a mini-monster. But that's about it as far as what I used to wear. And yes, I will post pictures from way-back-when, even the not-at-all flattering ones.
I was the awkward kid when I got to high school (transferred from an average middle school in Virginia Beach, VA to a very rich private school in Beaufort, SC). I knew that I was different and that I didn't blend in with the other students, but I didn't really try to. After my freshman year, the school changed it's dress code to 1) khakis or dark blue pants, 2) polo or collared shirts, and 3) jeans only allowed on Wednesdays. Obviously, Wednesdays became my new favorite day of the week.
I took a pair of jeans with the widest leg I have ever worn in my entire life (it was the 90's) and put green and red puff paint down the side leg seams in alternating dots. I sewed odd buttons onto the change pocket. As the hems torn off from under my shoes, I just cut them and let them fray. The best accessory had to be the grenade rings and pins that I clipped to my belt loops. Yes, real grenade pins and loops. I guess I should clarify that I lived on Parris Island, SC, which is just one of two locations for training enlisted Marines (OOH-RAH!). We took a family learning trip to the original grenade range and I picked up some old "leftovers" to use later on. Passive aggressive behavior does run in the family.
The only area of the dress code that wasn't touched on was socks. My socks became the most colorful, outlandish socks on the entire campus. Let's put it this way: My final exam at that school was for English class, and I already knew that we were being transferred to Stuttgart, Germany, so I didn't give a flying hoot about the dress code that day. I decided to wear a caricature shirt from Barnes & Noble that had Charles Dickens dressed as Oliver Twist - shredded pant, bowl, everything. I was showing my appreciation for my English class! Yup, I got called into the main office for that one. Ugh.
The rest of my high school years were spent at Alexander M. Patch American High School on Patch Barracks in Stuttgart, Germany. I'll have to find the picture of my first day at school. Found it, and I'll post it later. What a riot! I found a men's three piece suit at a thrift store on base and wore it constantly. I walked across the stage at graduation wearing that suit. I was just out there. My freshman year of college at Mount Saint Mary's wasn't much different. But looking back at some pictures, my bleached out jeans from Old Navy with my secondhand military sweater were kind of spot-on. Wearing my super bad-ass Buffalo boots helped. I just recently found those. Still love them!
The night before I flew back home to Germany, I bleached out my dark brown hair and dyed it flaming red with some bleach blond streaks left in for the full effect. It's not all that odd to walk around in Germany and see women of all age groups sporting some outrageous hair color, so I didn't really stick out all that much. But Mr. Pinschmidt's (Senior year English teacher - best ever!) reaction was hysterical. Poor guy doubled over laughing!
My time at Old Dominion University was pretty uneventful in fashion terms. I dyed my hair bright, bright pink and that was pretty much the extent of my experimentation. I just lost my sparkle and faded into the background. Super sad to think of it like that, but I'm getting back out there. When I went to Tidewater Tech, I started getting into coats, especially vintage coats. I think that Issac Mizrahi's silver trench for Target may have been my turning point. I went a little nuts. But now I have a coat for just about anything. Some day I'll get around to photographing everything and posting them on here.
Now I'm super into vintage clothing, vintage shoes (even though almost none of them fit my size 10 feet - you girls with smaller feet are soooo lucky), vintage furniture, vintage housewares, etc. My shopping buddy is Emily of The Daily Fashionista, even though she's on a no-new-items shopping deal. Thankfully my two year old daughter, The Puff, is a pretty good shopper. She tends to run off to the dressing rooms, which has caused a few heart attacks, but for the most part she likes to run up to items of clothing and say, "Ooooh. Pretty. I like it." I may be creating a mini-monster. But that's about it as far as what I used to wear. And yes, I will post pictures from way-back-when, even the not-at-all flattering ones.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A New Year, A New Hobby
Ok, my name is Diane and I am the mother of a toddler girl. I usually call her The Puff when I am online; just a habit of letting her keep some anonymity. I'm starting this blog as a means of keeping up with my friend, Emily and her friend, Brittany. Both of them are amazing fashion bloggers and just some of the sweetest people you will ever meet. I highly encourage you to check out their pages.
I'm not much of a blogger, so I'm not going to promise that my blog will ever catch up to either of their pages, but I will do my best. I do adore fashion. I really enjoy hunting for it and snagging a great piece. I really, really like vintage clothes, hats, purses, shoes (although with my big feet, vintage shoes are more for looking at), etc. I love finding a fantastic pair of shoes; heels are a favorite purchase, even though I'm not much for walking in them. Boots and flats are my top picks for daily wearing.
Emily will tell you that I have an extensive collection of vintage coats. I just can't help myself around a good coat! I do loan out my pieces to other people, but only if I know that I'll get my stuff back in good condition (I loaned out one dress a few years ago, and it became such a long running joke that I finally told my friend that she could keep it - it was a juniors' dress and I'm almost 10 years past that age limit). That's another thing - when I start to like something, I tend to get lots of them. Once I got into wearing dresses and blazers, I purchased a lot of dresses and blazers. I might need to curb that habit...
Well, it's about 1:30 in the morning now, so I'm going to wrap this up. Tschuess!
I'm not much of a blogger, so I'm not going to promise that my blog will ever catch up to either of their pages, but I will do my best. I do adore fashion. I really enjoy hunting for it and snagging a great piece. I really, really like vintage clothes, hats, purses, shoes (although with my big feet, vintage shoes are more for looking at), etc. I love finding a fantastic pair of shoes; heels are a favorite purchase, even though I'm not much for walking in them. Boots and flats are my top picks for daily wearing.
Emily will tell you that I have an extensive collection of vintage coats. I just can't help myself around a good coat! I do loan out my pieces to other people, but only if I know that I'll get my stuff back in good condition (I loaned out one dress a few years ago, and it became such a long running joke that I finally told my friend that she could keep it - it was a juniors' dress and I'm almost 10 years past that age limit). That's another thing - when I start to like something, I tend to get lots of them. Once I got into wearing dresses and blazers, I purchased a lot of dresses and blazers. I might need to curb that habit...
Well, it's about 1:30 in the morning now, so I'm going to wrap this up. Tschuess!
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