Alright, alright. I tried it on for you.
But only because it just seemed an injustice just to show you it on the hanger. As in doesn't do it injustice. HANGER INJUSTICE, let's call it that. And when you judge a garment un-try-on-able based on how it hangs on the hanger, let us call that Hanger Prejudice.
It's just a really danged cool dress!!!
The ruffles! The mini-bustle/gathering/whatever it is!
I just like the cut of it in general. I will be wearing this to Festive Events. And also probably to work.
And maybe a crinoline. If I find one that's longer and not one thousand dollars. (I have one. It's just short.)
Tartan party dress, Unique, Cleveland, OH: $8
I have this desire to watch Outbreak right now. Isn't that weird? No? Yes? Turns out, the plane the ebola-carrying Dallas nurse was on, landed in CLE, and it was full of other nurses returning FROM A NURSING CONVENTION. And I happen to be in direct contact with many, many, healthcare professionals in this mecca of healthcare. I am not an alarmist, and am a generally rational person. So I'm not worried. But it's still CRAAAAAAZY.
When things are crazy, I turn to fashion, to American Pickers, to candles, to Halloween candy, to cute things.
Like my ShirtTales mug.
I don't even remotely remember where I got him but I'm glad I did. And I'm glad I taught myself how to like coffee. :)
(I know, it's not fashion, but a shirt actually IS fashion, and today is also another one of my insane days. In an insane month.)
ShirtTales coffee mug, some thrift store in the U.S.: can't remember the price, either. Surely no more than a couple of bucks.
Yeah... I missed yesterday. I'll make it up. Yesterday was INSANE. (Rehearsal, though, went EXCELLENTLY.)
Here is a gorgeous pair of leather spectator pumps with little holes punched out of it. I love them so. I don't wear them enough. And by that I mean, I don't really wear them. But I ADMIRE THEM SO. I'll wear them. Someday. Or maybe just send them to Holly Kent, if she wants them. ;)
Spectator pumps, I think from Lincoln, IL: $3
Twofer Monday! Happy Indigenous People's Day.
Sometimes it's tricky finding semi-professional clothing to wear. I'm only required to be semi-professional at my job(s). Which is good, cuz I can't rock a legit pantsuit to save my life.
And I've been tres lazy about going through all my black pants to see what fits. Maybe tonight.
So I just looked at the black dress section of my regular wardrobe (as opposed to the black dress section of my formals rack, ha), and went for this wrap dress cuz it's comfy and not too shabby.
And gold shoes because gold shoes. They tie and are round-toe and are not too high.
I love this length of dress. What I do not like: windy days when wearing this length of dress. I also like the sheer sleeves. Though they don't roll up that well. PROBLEMS, PROBLEMS.
Black dress, somewhere in Ohio, $4.
Gold shoes, somewhere in Illinois but it's been for-fricken-ever: $3?
So! I'm 10% through this year of thrifting! Which is just a weird way to think about it! But there you are!
And randomly, I can now look out my window. At Lorain Ave. Because the a/c is now not in my window. Go fall. ...Right?
This weekend was awesome. Full of so many of my wonderful theatre tribe. I'm grateful. HEAR THAT UNIVERSE? I'm grateful. :)
I'm also grateful for being myself and hoarding thrift-store books.
They came in extremely handy while I was writing my latest play. Both in the actual writing process and also for informing me over the years, as I've looked them through/read them here and there.
This is a picture of my corner where I write, apparently. Not on my desk. My desk is useful for holding up stacks of papers I don't want to look at. And pink ear plugs and something like 25 lip balms.
(You can see pink ear plugs and my favorite LipSmacker in this picture if you look closely enough. I know you want to do this.)
I'll write a post about writing, sometime in the near future. But for now, here is something from the beginning of my play.
Six women doing different things in different times*
Different times, in something like the United States
While the words here are my own, I’m gratefully acknowledging the inspiration and amusement that’s come from the following books**:
*See next page
**References available on request, of course.
The next page breaks down the six women into 40. Yep. 40 female characters. I WIN THE WORLD!!!
...But anyways. :)
Various books, from thrift stores here there everywhere (multiple states, from Ohio to California): 50 cents to $10.
It's Saturday, so this calls for SPARKLE and WONDER.
And since I saw Spirits to Enforce last night at Cleveland Public Theatre, I'll go along with The Tempest/Ariel theme, because I would prefer Ariel to be FEMALE, and because, well duh, Ariel is a mermaid.
However, let's first deconstruct Disney's The Little Mermaid using a feminist analytical methodology.
...okay maybe later.
But for now, THIS DRESS!!!!!
This dress is evidence of a major thrifting coup: it was UNPRICED at the Willoughby Unique (not my favorite, no not at all - before this), which made me super-annoyed when I find it. Seriously, I've had that happen multiple times at that Unique. I don't know why - someone forgets to price it? Someone rips off the prices? Frustrating. But I picked it up anyway, just... just because? A girl's gotta hope for something, dangit!
And I walked around looking for other treasures. It was Monday so everything was half off (which is great, but I also hate the crowds that come with it), and I had to wedge past many people, including two older women who were trying to get a manager to go lower on the price of a bra, which he kindly refused to do, with a reasonable explanation (they had two of the same bras, and one was more expensive - he said because of the sheer volume of stuff that gets priced and put out, it would be very easy for two different people to price the same item the same way. Which now makes me realize: there's no set formula?!).
So I eventually made my way to the cash registers. I purposefully analyzed the cashiers to see which one would be more sympathetic. I took my hangers off in advance, but put them in the wrong spot (didn't realize I'd done so) and another cashier started scolding me about it, so I fixed it, and then that cashier started telling my cashier that she wished all customers did that.
I had a couple of other dresses. The cashier noticed my mermaid one didn't have a price, and said so, and then another worker started making a big to-do about the dress and someone finally buying it, and every freaking cashier got all pumped and loud, and then my cashier says, "I'll charge you for this what the other dresses cost. But don't bring it back, or I'll get in trouble." I assured her getting her in trouble would be the last thing I would do in the entire world. (Okay I didn't say that, but that was my exact sentiment, and I think I conveyed appropriate appreciation.)
SO THAT is my UTTERLY COMPELLING narrative of how I used niceness and analysis to benefit mankind. (I try to be always nice no matter, just want you to know. Even when I don't have an agenda ;)
So! This! Dress!
Vintage Pink Spangled Silk Cocktail Dress, Unique, Willoughby, OH: $3.50 (half off! Ha!)
Are you sick of me telling you to try it on? ARE YOU? Do you think I follow my own advice, ALWAYS?
For some reason, the following garment interested me. It also alienated me.
Perhaps something about it spoke too something. Maybe feminine. I am NOT against feminine but I only go so far with feminine in my own style, so of course this is about personal choices and not across-the-board smackdown - when is it ever, here?!?! But anyways. I think it might've also been the fabric. Lord knows I'm not a fabric snob - usually. The only thing I refuse to wear, and I've yet to find an exception, is that thick 70's poly, the kind Mrs. Brady exclusively wears, to infinity (in syndication or DVD or whatever). It's nasty, because it's uncomfortable. But if you like it, righteous. And tell me, because I want to understand.
So the fabric was a little bit less-than-fine. Not scratchy, just kind of too stiff and poly-y, although that's not to say it was/is actually stiff. And it looked dumpy on the hanger. But I tried it on anyway.
And you're probably like, Why doesn't she try it on to demonstrate?!?! Well, reader, because I'm still in my robe at 6PM because some kind of bug (not Ebola) has caught up with me and I've spent all day crafting stuffed animals while watching musicals and feeling like someone drained all the blood from my body and replaced it with bubbles from a bubble bath. I'm not complaining. I'm actually glad for the break, or otherwise I'd be doing all manner of bizness and not continuing to give myself a very mini-mini-mini break.
...That was a long explanation. I actually am going to a play tonight so in t-minus 20 minutes (what does that even mean? I should look it up. I just wanted to type t-minus) I have to groom, but it's going to be low-pro. No lace.
BUT ANYWAYS I didn't even say that it looked rad, on! If you look closely it's a red lace top over a red chemise-dress (can't remember the correct term; blame the bubbles) with a lace bottom. It ends up being... awesome. Full at the bottom past the hips (which is nice, because I sometimes get a little tired - just a little - of garment puffiness at the hips), some casual structure the rest of the way up. And not dumpy.
I promise you that anytime I actually wear these garments (and I will), I'll do a follow-up and you will see.
Red lace dress, Unique, Cleveland, OH: $7
As I well remember from the time I tried to document my daily outfits, doing a post-a-day-on-a-specific-topic becomes a taskmaster pretty fast. Which is fine. No one's holding a gun to my head, making me post about thrifting. But something I also remember from that other time is that it both was a relief to have a daily thing to count on, and also sometimes vexing, when I didn't feel "up" or "on" but still would post something benign. It just bothered me at times, because it felt false some days. Not my posts. But not feeling able to express how I was really feeling. OH MYYYYYYY.
ANYWAYS, was just thinking about that, and how it's kept me a bit from posting about non-thrifting things.
Like my tin of Twinings Earl Grey. Which actually reminds me of two things: camp, and working at the Lettuce Entertain You corporate office during gift card season. Both fond memories, though camp wins out by far.
I bought this tin at the awesome little international foods store at the West Side Market. I'm a sucker for tins. And Earl Grey. And now that it's fall and not oppressively hot, I feel more like drinking it.
I'm sure this is all very interesting. ;)
BUT, I also am pumped that it's loose, although that makes everything more complicated. Complications in tea: I can deal.
And it's 9:44, and I'm supposed to join some friends post-show (I'll go to the show next week), and I just want to take a bath and drink abovementioned tea and read Vanity Fair or whatever. Not that I'm complaining; I just feel tired and COUCH POTATO-Y. :)
In other news:
-I finished my play and that was and is great. I cleaned it up this eve and sent it to a few places, just 'cuz. Readings are in a few weeks. I have to sit through talkbacks. Which I just think is funny.
-My computer froze 7 times today, which because I didn't have PMS didn't make me have rage.
-Listening to Nirvana while driving to teach university students at 7:30 in the morning is, in the words of my Romanian friend Viviana, "a mind-blow."
-I think I'll get a real alarm clock.
-NOT INTERESTING NONE OF THIS IS INTERESTING. I think I'm just doing it because I CAN. Life is not relentless for the first time in like three months.
But I started doing this early, which is SO GREAT. Which is funny, because I normally feel kind of overwhelmed by it, even as I enjoy it:
If you don't know what this means, you will. (In Yoda voice)
There were two velvet dresses at Unique - this one, from the 50's or 60's, and one from the 80's. I didn't think I should buy them both. I thought this one would get more wear.
I do apologize, because this pic DOES NOT DO IT JUSTICE.
It is a dark confection. It might work very nicely with a crinoline. But when I put it on, I turn into one of those women in ads from the 60's, doing that weird uncomfortable-looking pose they do. Granted, I am NO MODEL. Nor a housewife from the 60's. But the cinched waist, the scoop neck, the full but not poufy skirt... oh, you Little Black Dress with the Big Black Bow. I love this thing.
Black velvet dress w/satin bow, Unique, Cleveland, OH: $7