never too old for a babydoll dress

This dress was in my "to be mended" pile in the closet for nearly two years, and all I had to do was add some buttons. I already shortened it previously. I happily found it while sorting through clothes to sell at my garage sale. I swear, my closet is a thrift store unto itself.

I still am drawn to the cut of a babydoll dress, and I can never resist the ice cream man's jingle. This Fall has been pretty ideal thus far.

Outfit: vintage babydoll dress (thrifted), AA tights, knit beanie (hand made gift), Cole Haan lavender loafers.

Endless Summer

Howdeeeeeeeeeee, folks. I've been dressing up like a cowgirl for most of the weekend. Here is what I wore on Saturday to watch Lucinda Williams perform at the Great Park in Irvine.

The rest of my weekend was just as eventful. I became an Auntie again. My sister gave birth to a baby boy, Nicholas. I love being an Auntie, but I must admit I’ve been pretty upset with my sister for getting pregnant once again. She is still very young (19 years old) and already has a child, my niece, Anna, whom she does not raise (don't worry, my niece lives in a loving home with my sister's aunt & uncle). I worry about how she is going to provide for this new child.

On Sunday, I went to Malibu, my favorite beach, to soak up the last of the Summer sun with some very good friends - Judy Gloom, Miro, and Ji. Unfortunately, it was overcast and a bit windy when we finally got to the beach. But the drive was lovely and the company perfect; we cruised through the lush Santa Monica mountains in my bmv, with the top down of course, stopping on the busy Pacific Coast Hwy for a garage sale (I saw vintage clothing out of my peripheral). I ended up coming away with a Missoni sweater ($5), a Wrangler denim jacket ($5) and a 50s floral crown ($5) - not too bad for some really great finds in one of the most expensive towns in Southern California. I took some photos of my trip to Malibu but they didn’t turn out very good (I think on account of the film type).

The weekend closed with a large full moon, and when I came over the hill on the freeway ride home, it seemed that I could drive right through it.  Once home, I watched Endless Summer and shortly after fell asleep with  beaches and babies on the brain.

photo by my friend, Keenan Crook.
Outfit: 70s suede skirt, 70s sheer top, 80s tank top, vintage ankle cowgirl boots (everything thrifted).

growing more beautiful with age

I was so excited when Pete brought home a 1957 Chevy station wagon. He got it on a trade & has plans to sell it, but I'm hoping that we can keep it because it's just the perfect family car for our future life with puppies. Plus, it matches a good many of my outfits. Plus, I love old cars for their soul, their stories, their leg room.


this next car is not ours but I'm fond of its color, patina, and rust (and it matches my outfit, of course). I thought for sure that the house and the car were owned by the same people, but when I asked the lady of the house if I could take a photo next to her truck, she answered "go ahead, that's not my piece of shit truck; I wish it wouldn't park in front of my house all the time." I guess not everyone can see the enduring beauty of an old soul.

We drove the 57' to a hoe-down wedding this weekend, and Pete played the wedding march on his banjo & also a little bit of dueling banjo to entertain the guests. I was so proud of him; he's only been practicing for a few weeks.



I sure do hope that Pete sells some of his other old cars so that we can keep this one. He is currently selling a 1928 Model A and a 1958 Apache truck (just like the one in the photos above but Pete's is done up real nice - show quality). Email me if you're interested.

Yes, I get attached to my cars, but none so much as with an old car. When my first car, a 1960 Ford Falcon, died, I cried & cried and wrote a ballad for her:

Oh my Falcon, my sweet babe,
they have sent you to your grave;
this modern world don't have no room for you.

Harley Riders raised their thumbs
to the rambling hunk of love, and
everyone wanted to buy you
for a thousand dollars.

We rode by the mirrored tower,
two imperfect souls rode on together,
how I'm gonna miss you
baby blue and primer

nearly twice I almost died and
I'm really glad to be alive
but I'm sorry I
couldn't guarantee your survival.


Outfit # 1: 50s shorts (Etsy), 80s cropped polka dot top; vintage Keds (thrifted)
Outfit # 2: 50s beaded dress (Flea Market for $10); bass oxfords (thrifted)