Let me just start by saying I am obsessed with this vintage chiffon dress from the 60's.
Sure, it smells like a woman wore it to many a cocktail party back when I should have been nursing but was drinking from a bottle instead.
And the mild but impossible to deny scent lingering in the fibers is a combo of:
- lacking any freshness whatsoever
- large vintage store
- old lady perfume (hey, I can make fun of something I am…)
- maybe even a smoke or two
I was able to get over the aroma rather quickly and now you are going to have to tolerate many photos of this dress because I cannot get enough of it!.
It is perfect for my vintage, sequined, cashmere sweater from Hong Kong that I purchased years ago. That sweater never really went with anything I had, but I loved it so much I kept it anyway. I have got a THING for cashmere.
Yesterday this chiffon beauty arrived at my doorstep and when I pulled it out this morning, I felt an urgent need to slip it on (and force my husband to shoot photos of me).
Yes, I purposely stood in front of the flowers because they match the chiffon loveliness. I love Atlanta in the spring!
BUT… I DO NOT like the way this wig looks from the side. I should have worn the shorter one (or maybe brushed this one). Oh well, just focus on the dress!
More displeasure with side of the wig… too bad I don't know how to use my Photoshop program. But, I LOVE THAT DRESS!
The heels of my MJ's sunk into the pine needles. This dress looks amazing with flats too!
I love looking down and seeing that chiffon! I could almost take a bite of it!
And that PILL HAT. Definitely, from that angle, it makes my head look like a pill. A big pill that would be hard to swallow.
I can feel the chiffon moving in this pic.
My daughters like these MJ's. My youngest warned me that they might end up in her closet someday.
My aging wrist looks quite veiny in this pic. That is the thing about "growing in wisdom". It shows in your hands and wrists. Oh, and your lower arms and your upper arms too. Seriously though, the hands need some gloves past 45. Your grandmother wore them for a good reason. Granny was smart!
Now you can see this AMAZING!!! cashmere sweater. Black sequins are heavy on the top and scattered on the bottom. The pics don't do this cashmere beauty justice.
Pretending to be a princess for just three seconds.
Woodstock, my Sun Conure parrot, wanted to get in on the action too. He was headed for those sequins. He loves to chew buttons and any jewelry or pretty item I am wearing. His beak has a strong grip and he can be the great DESTROYER, so I can only hang out with Woodstock when I am wearing plain clothes and no makeup.
He insists on preening my face whenever he sits on my shoulder so to protect him from cosmetic chemicals, I have to be sans makeup. Parrots are ultra-sensitive to toxins.
I also see a few of Winston's dog hairs on my hat. Note to self for the umteenth time: Remember that lint brush!
Chiffon… and seams… indeed, it is a very good thing.
Okay. I feel better now.
I think I have had my chiffon, cashmere and sequin fix for the day. I hope you have too.
Until next time!
A farmer's work is never done, it's true. Today I am checking in on the farm in the Doncaster Chai Jacket, a 50's vintage velvet hat (with a pin) and some suede shoes I picked up from Urban Outfitters because they reminded me of Minnie Mouse. I always did like Minnie's style. She was into gloves too.
I decided to invest in some gloves… so I may be the only gloved wonder in the fashion/style blogging world now. Seriously, who would invest in gloves in this day and age? I bet if gloves were made to match t-shirts, everyone would want them.
My puppy Winston loves velvet. You can see he is tasting it here.
Minnie Mouse, you know how to wear a pump! A mouse after my own heart you are.
We had lunch at Fuego Mundo in Atlanta today. This is me after two glasses of yummy sangria.
I forgot my wallet and the server refused to give me a sangria because I didn't have my ID. So I had my husband order twice as many and I drank them when they weren't looking.
Of course they couldn't serve a minor, and the fact that my 18 year old daughter was there, celebrating her birthday, just proved how young I am. Good thing they didn't serve me any alcohol, huh? Being that I am so youthful and look UNDER 21… (how did they miss those CROW'S FEET????!!!)
Drum roll please…
My husband says this shot was slightly provocative. I almost didn't post it, because the last thing I want to be here is provocative! I think we could do with less of that in this somewhat repressed, yet hyper-sexed society that has difficulty controlling itself. Enough of the provocative already!
I feel this picture is more on the artistic side; the wind just lifted my skirt gently and then put it down. Since my husband said it was okay to post it, there you have it! Yes, he is the boss of me. Just because he gave me a big fat rock he gets to tell me what to do… and I listen.
Speaking of a mouse… now we come to the video portion of our program. This incident happened last night.
You will discover how I really don't like mice and the fact that I tolerated Minnie at all was a miracle!
I am kicking… and taking numbers…
My topper is rebellious today too. Normally I wear a solid color hat but today, I wear FLOWERS all over my head!
- Falsehood in the world disguised as the ultimate truth
- Those who refuse to mature past their teens
- Blamers who can't see where they trip up in their own mess
- Tramplers who leave a trail of destruction and don't care
- Takers that put their hand out without bothering to work
- Sheeples who can't see their own beautiful gifts and instead, worship others
- Those who are not happy for someone else and their success
My choice of lip color until Fall… there was only one at CVS so that means drugstore lipstick stalking is in order.