Monday, April 28, 2014


dress and purse, vintage / heels, Zara / glasses, BonLook / necklace, Clyde's Rebirth

Sartorially speaking, I'm pretty simple minded. I don't know how to masterfully layer eighteen necklaces, I feel too showy wearing more than two colors at once, and have the hair/makeup routine of a teenage boy. Fortunately for people like me, people who love fashion but loathe fussiness, there is the little black dress. Obviously touting the merits of the LBD is as tired as brunch and Ben Stiller trying to make serious movies, but if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Or as we style bloggers say, if it ain't broke, position yourself strategically amongst the shadows during the golden hour and make your husband take pictures of you. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

At Last

glasses, Eye Spy Optical / blouse, vintage / coat, vintage / jeans, Very Best Vintage / loafers, Lost Girls Vintage / camera bag, vintage

 I can't believe I'm about to say this, but in these photos I actually overdressed for the weather. Hip hip! Seriously though, if it snows one more motherfucking time I'm booking a one-way ticket to California. I've actually been thinking a lot lately about the possibility of living somewhere else, as Chicago's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad winters wreak havoc on my moods and have turned mac-and-cheese into the foundation of my personal food pyramid. BUT. But. This is Chicago. Like that stupid brother who antagonizes you to no end, steals your Chumbawamba CD, drives your car through a corn field then hits you with the vacuum cleaner (yes, Alex, I'm talking about you), Chicago beats you down every day knowing full well you'll forgive by tomorrow. Chicago knows its citizens are suckers. That even after forcing us to wade through exhaust-dusted snow mountains for four months, we'll see the flying vees of those awful Canadian geese come back to take over Lincoln Park and get hopeful. That when they turn off the heat lamps at the El stops, we'll still be fucking freezing, but our hearts will be aflutter. That when those same exhaust-dusted snow mountains melt away to reveal four months of dog shit and trash, our eyes sparkle with possibility. We are all, collectively, Chicago's patsy. And just when we think we've had enough and have decided it's finally time to leave, a warm breeze flies over the lake and into our tiny apartments, carrying the cries of seagulls and memories of summers past along with it. We're once again lured back into her arms, where we collapse on those famously broad shoulders, and she welcomes us home.

Friday, April 4, 2014

The Tramp

glasses, BonLook / coat, The Vintage Mistress / sweater, First Ladies Vintage / skirt, vintage / bracelet, Clyde's Rebirth / socks, Target / shoes, Zara / camera bag, vintage

When I saw this sweater pop up on Niki's (the adorable proprietress of First Ladies Vintage) Instagram feed, I literally ran to her house to scoop it up before anyone else could. While I'd like to be one of those women who can mix and match basic pieces in a way that always looks new (I'm working on it), I can't help but gravitate towards the weird, silly, and one-of-a-kind. Besides, I have a Chaplin-style bowler and one day I'll wear it with this sweater and then I'll have to shut down this blog because I'll never be able to top that.

(and now this blog post has to end because I've been sucked into an 80s movie clip internet wormhole...)

Tuesday, April 1, 2014


coat, vintage / shirt, Everlane / scarf, Hermes / necklace, Clyde's Rebirth / glasses, BonLook / trousers, vintage Pendleton / shoes, thrifted Cole Haan / camera bag, vintage 

Long time, no self-indulgent blog post! Oops. That's what happens when you work a lot and dedicate any and all free time to running and watching zombie shows. I did get to sneak away for a few hours last weekend and catch a matinee showing of The Grand Budapest Hotel with my hubs and in-laws, which explains the above Wes Anderson-y outfit. I didn't mean to dress in theme, but when I stepped out of my bedroom I ended up looking a bit like an 80 year-old Italian man who has seen Moonrise Kingdom a few too many times. Anyhow, Budapest Hotel, though not my favorite Anderson film, was a visually dazzling experience everyone should go have. I love movies that aren't afraid to be too pretty for fear of looking over-styled. Style away, I say! Why make one thing pink when everything can be pink? 

Naturally, I'm now looking for the perfect light pink dress and shoes to match my favorite pink coat. Holla if you have any leads. Bonus if the items are sparkly or fuzzy.