let's thrift again (like we did last summer)

A couple of weeks ago, I saw this photo on The Facehunter:


I love absolutely everything about this outfit, but I fell especially hard for the shoes. I've been looking for a little old lady pair of t-strap sandal-y shoes for eons, so it was with a semi-silent whoop! of joy that I grabbed these off the Thrift Store shelf the other day:


Ok, so I'm pretty sure hers are still a tad cooler, but these babies make me feel like I'm walking on air so I'll let it slide. Hello arch support! From the same store, I've also picked up a pair of granny oxfords:


And some intimidating leather boots:


Finally, to round things out, a few pieces of flair that would make any grandmother proud:


The only thing missing from this picture is a tall, cool glass of Metamucil...and my retirement fund.

barefoot girl

On the little island where I grew up, there is the prettiest old graveyard. This time of the year it is over grown with daisies and dandelions, and the gravestones have to struggle to peak out over the long grasses. It's always been one of my favorite places to stop and rest and watch for swallowtail butterflies.


Later that day, I helped my uncle harvest flowers to sell in town. He gave me these beautiful roses (and cash money, natch!), and I walked home barefoot admiring them in the sun.

Sounds of Silence

Every time I come back home, I end up digging through boxes and boxes of old clothes, things that at some point I decided I didn't want around, but couldn't bare to fully part with--so I shipped them north for my endlessly patient parents to deal with (to be fair, however, being a pack-rat runs in the family). This is a good thing, because odds are that my tastes have changed since I last was up in my little attic room, and it seems like I always come away with some rediscovered treasures. So far, I've found this pretty creamy I. Magnin blouse and a pair of yellow Gloria Vanderbilt flats (just like my trusty green ones!) And of course my record collection, that thankfully will be coming back East with me this time. A thousand hoorays!

highly a-musing!

Hey wait a minute, who's that scrappy lookin' girl in the bottom row, feeling a trifle bit uncomfortable being hemmed in from every side by all the cool girls (shades of 10th grade Tolo all over again!) Oh golly, it's me! That's right, I'm a Myspace Muse over at WhoWhatWearDaily, which is totally awesome, if a bit archaic (Myspace? Reeeeaaalllyyy? I kid, I kid...) I am looking fully forward to being torn apart in various unexpected ways...hey, at least I'm doing better than Valerie so far, whose hat has already received several death threats...

All joking aside, thanks WhoWhatWear, it is, indeed, an honor of Homeric proportions. Now someone, go invoke me!

it's summertime

So who needs pants?




"Not I" said the Little Red Hen!