Dirt Chic

Favorite: Dali Lips

Was browsing Architectural Digest randomly and I came across this:

I do believe this is in Diane Von Furstenberg's office and/or home.  Of course.

A Dali couch.  I saw it and thought, hook me up, universe.

Then I realized that it was on the cover of one of my notebooks (from the Art Institute of Chicago):

Ha!  I don't need an expensive couch!  (Though it would be nice if I found one in a thrift store.)

These lips encounters reminded me of the pin I saw at the Dali museum in St. Petersburg, FL:

I would say I want this pin, but I doubt I would wear it - am bad about wearing pins.  And, it's also expensive.  But not as expensive as the couch undoubtedly would be.  So I will just enjoy that it exists.

Petersburg, Furstenberg, la la la.  

Pendants and Tights

Just a few bits from my non-writing existence, right now:

Got out my non-plastic necklaces and pendants because I was looking for my turquoise cross.  Ended up detangling a bunch of chains, which is actually very therapeutic.  I put them on my candy jar, for now.  I might just keep them here.

White tights.  Saw it in an Etsy pic, and thought, of course.  I'm not really original.  :)  I'm a sartorial magpie.

You will never, ever see me in flesh-colored pantyhose, though.  Ever.

A Break's Break... for a Break (From Writing)

Had to share. 

:)

"Once a Young Woman Said to Me"

Hafiz.

Getting Dressed: Taking a Break

I know people really like looking at what I wear.  (And the ones who don't, generally stay silent, and for this, I'm actually grateful.  Most comments like that are not constructive, but negative.  Negativity is toxic.  Period.)

I like getting dressed.

I like my clothes.  

I feel like my clothes are kind of owning me, right now, though.  Sometimes I feel like they say more about me than I want them to.  Sometimes I feel like I've set the bar too high.  

Sometimes I also get mad at my camera for not cooperating, the internet for blacking out right when I need it, my face for looking puffy AND drawn of the morning, my THIGHS.  I don't feel like getting mad about that stuff, because it's all dumb stuff to get mad about.

But it's all good.  I have a lot of other things to do right now.  I'm just taking a sabbatical from Getting Dressed.  In the meantime, please go to a thrift or antique store and find things that make you happy and are fun.  Don't give a crap about what other people think, unless they only think good things.  Read a book.  Watch an awesome movie.  Drink a bit of wine, eat delicious food.

:)

Dens and Living Rooms and Bedrooms of Vice

This picture of Frank Zappa and his parents from an awesome link reminded me of my great love of vintage decorating.  I have quite a few vintage decorating books.  I look at them... when I need comfort.  And why not?  Other people's nice houses are fun to visit.  I like my apartment, but I like to imagine staying in other places.  It's like going to a bed and breakfast... in my mind.  

It's a nice vice.

Such things are comforting.  Comfort is definitely my vice.  I was looking through a lot of scans I made from these books, and I noted the MOST comforting rooms are the ones that might have a lot going on with them, aesthetics-wise, but not a lot of, well, media.  I'm kind of oversaturated with that in my own life and I need a mental break in my little bed and breakfast land.

Apparently, I also need padded walls. ;)  I am CRAVING walls with drapery.

And shag carpet.  Why is shag carpet so comforting?!?!

But you know what is #1 in comfort?  Period?  Fireplaces.  #2: warm lighting.  #3: squishy couches.

(This picture above is what I thought of after seeing the Zappa one.  Purple is underrated.)

#4: the 80's.  I'm a product of my childhood.  I'm also deeply in love with Joan Wilder's apartment in Romancing the Stone, and the above and below pics remind me of it.

But I'm also quietly obsessed with a hippie-esque aesthetic.  This is a new thing for me.

Anyway.  I think I'll watch Moonstruck now.  Italian food and families and Cher also comfort me.

Getting Dressed: Check Out The Dork

:)  GUESS WHO finally got out the REAL tripod?!?!

Are you ready for this NEW ERA of Dirt Chic-ing?!?!

Can you deal with the obnoxiousness that are the three photos below?!?!

This is what it takes.  Outtakes.  I never know what's going to turn out.

And this highlights my approach to dressing, in a nutshell.  You don't know until you try.  

Sometimes I try to craft (uh, hone?  No) an outfit.  Sometimes stuff just happens.  I love it when stuff just happens.

This isn't exactly a legit outfit (by my standards) but I was cleaning all my clothes up and taking pics (of new stuff) and I just got a bunch of new socks ($3.50, post to come) and I dug these silver shoes out of my laundry bin ($3, they are wonderful but the faux-leather finish on them sticks to other shoes, but I can't bring myself to throw them out) and I was just messing around with my hair today and this scarf ($1.50) needs to be ironed and my pants are kind of dumpy in the butt ($1,000 - just kidding, $60 at the Gap but my mom bought them for me years ago) when I stand up and the shirt ($3) is boxy but hey - hey.  It's pretty much something I would wear.  Okay.  Fine.  I'll just wear it.  I'm going to the movies, now.

Getting Dressed: Cowboy-State Style

A deadline is met, though it feels more like temporary stay than sigh of relief. ;)  Writing.  Never, ever finished.  Not complaining.

Today's look is brought to you by my obsession with Wyoming.  I'm finding it tricky to find Western-themed clothing here in these Midwestern parts, so I did something semi-rare for me and bought this AMAZING AWESOME RADICAL shirt on Etsy for $16.  It's pretty fitted as-is, but I just had to wear my favorite 80's belt, $2.  And my long black shirt, $6.  And my red tights and recently-purchased Aerosoles sandals, $4.  

And red lipstick. :)

You're Looking Like a Superstar

Mock me if you must.

I had to.

I have a good memory.  It has served me well.

I still love how it smells.

Getting Dressed: That Kind of Day

You should see the pile of discarded clothes behind me.

PP&M t-shirt: free, and sewn down from an XL.  Hat: $15.  Plastic-and-silver necklaces: $20.  Skirt: $10.  Boots: $6.