Any time that I spend too much on an item of clothing (which has only really happened once before), I feel the need to confess: this lovely silver skirt cost me a little over $100. Ok, I feel better. As a dedicated thrift store shopper, I don't think it's necessary for me to spend a lot of money on clothes, but an equal reason for me to keep my clothing cost down is that I am about as graceful as a bulldozer. Take this beautiful 1930s dress here, which I spent a pretty penny on back in August 2010: It went to vintage heaven just a few months ago. I wore it twice and my girlfriend Judy Gloom wore it once, and together, we tore it asunder. In our defense, the dress was about as delicate as paper. I hope this post doesn’t make the vintage Nazis come out of the woodwork. No joke - there are actually vintage dealers/vintage enthusiasts out there that get really upset when vintage clothing is altered or, in my case, destroyed. Recently on Facebook, a vintage dealer completely bashed another vintage dealer for shortening 50s dresses. There are real problems going on in the world, people. I never use my blog as a platform to talk smack, but when I read this frippery, I got really turned off. Mini rant over. I really should do a proper memorial for the dress that died too soon, but in the meantime, you can check out more photos of it here. I also wore it last Valentine’s day aboard the Queen Mary, so I will always equate it with love sweet love.
Outfit: Theysken’s Theory silver skirt (via Gilt)., vintage western pearl snap button down (thrifted), pastel Nike’s (Pete bought em’ for me for my birthday. Portland airport. Oh ya, it was my birthday recently. I turned 33.)