60's style isn't 'trendy,' it's just good

I got to thinking about the 60's after a tumblr friend posted a lovely photo of Twiggy in her prime..

Rookie Mag via tumblr: ineedmiumiu 

So amazing. And then I thought about how relevant that style is today, and pondered why that might be...

Of course the easy answer is Mad Men, which made me worry that I had simply fallen victim to popular opinion, nothing more...

Luckily, as quickly as that self-doubt came, it went.

I decided that it wasn't a 'trend' I was clinging to, rather, it was a standard. I think we fashion lovers, we thoracic-hearted folk, have come to a conclusion that some styles cannot be outdone (for a 'thoracic' definition, see: 5 Personality Types.)

I love the simple sex appeal and comfort of the 60's... and there's nothing wrong with it being 'trendy' now. It's abstract, striking, and undeniably a genius reinvention of Chanel's easy style.... with more vibrant colors and contrast.

Sign me up.

Give me a black turtleneck and some cropped pants, a cig and some shades, and I'll give snaps to whatever poetry you've got. :)

Clearly, I really dig the understatement, contrast, and androgyny side of the 60's.

(**I do not own these ^^ photos. I lost the links, but will try to find them asap!)



Oh, and this... a 'girl in Paris.'

via blogspot: THE SHADY STYLE

Summer Box O' Fun

I've begun the heartwarming act of digging out my summer wardrobe... So, obviously...

Time for performance reviews:

1. Dresses/Skirts: Excellent durability and fashion sense. 

(#nonhumblebrag)

Two things I know: dresses and skirts. 

2. Tops: Minimal effort, lacking enthusiasm. 

These are my two favorite tops.... 

Together, they make up a third of my tops. 

Must.procure.more.

3. Tanks/Tees: We are going to have to make some serious cut-backs. 

I have enough casual tops to clothe a small village. 

4. Legwear: We must investigate and resolve these disappearances. 

I can't find any of my shorts!!

What I do have is twenty pairs of jeans 

that don't make any sense anymore, 

so that's good...

5. Accessories: Showing obvious signs of neglect. 

I have plenty of eyewear, 

but I am committed to accessorizing more elsewhere... 

Starting this Summer! 

6. Footwear: "In the red." 

All I have is a pair of raggedy, hand-me-down flip flops, 

my trusty Chuck Taylors (from 7 years ago), 

and my lucky pair of T-strap, peep-toe heels. 

(And, of course, tons of shoes I never wear.)

I plan on resolving all of these issues with speed and fortitude... and as little money as possible.

Re: Fat Betty

Well, well, well, Mad Men writers...

Betty got fat??

Come on, you can do better than that.

January Jones in a fat suit is not something I can take seriously.

From Healthy to Wealthy

  

                      As a young woman with curves, these pictures make me happy... and hungry.

Jennifer Lawrence <<<<<<<>>>>>>Jennifer Lawrence

      

                                                             

Heather Marks <<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>Heather Marks                      

***I do not own these photos.***

Sleepless nights

Lately, I lie awake at night trying to re-imagine all sorts of things...


 the broach pin...

I'm convinced my bust would benefit greatly.

The Nitty Gritty On Thrifting

Thrifting is a cutthroat sport......
At least, that's what I tell myself whenever I go to embarrassing lengths for a piece of vintage fashion.


Here are some less-than-attractive examples:


1. I fiercely guard my territory. It's weird and unnecessary, but I can't help it. I'm so aggressive... to the extent that when a shopper even APPROACHES my aisle, my nostrils flare...my eyebrows raise to freakish heights... as if my entire body is saying, "Are you lost, bitch??"



2. I sing Matchbox 20 and Celine Dion songs while hanger-surfing. (Strangely, only while at a thrift store. Anywhere else, and those singers are lost on me... Strangest thing...)



3. I bring out the fight in my rivals. Last weekend, I had a rare encounter with an "aisle challenger" (that's what I call someone who's made it past my chilling body language, and then somehow withstood my singing.)

She was a feisty woman... who had the GALL to try to guilt ME into "making way" for HER.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Here's what happened:

Clearly, she hadn't seen me laying down the "I OWN this aisle, bitches!" law, or else none of this would have happened....

Anyway, she comes over to me, passive-aggressively looking me up and down (she's short) and smiles... now, picture an awkward half-chuckle while she says, "Well I guess I'll just have to look over your shoulder if I want to see what's over here, won't I?....."

By now, she's totally crowding me, reaching around me, trying to get me to nudge a bit for her ego's sake.
But I don't. move. an inch....or stop browsing.....no..... I just calmly say,

"Hey....do what you gotta do...."

But my eyes were saying,

"That's one, grandma...One.
You get one....
Don't push me to two, though...
We don't want that, do we?"

She left ten seconds later. Bam..Aisle Dominance: Reestablished.



4. Extreme Thrifting doubles as a killer work out. My left arm carries the weight of no less than thirty items at a time, for a period of no less than an hour, because I don't trust shopping carts... or dressing room attendants. And my right arm whips my way through (literally) every item on a hanger... so I'm basically armless by the end of every thrifting.



5. My feet can (and WILL) fit into any size 5-10. And if not, they'll LEARN, by God...



6. I have killer vintage vision. I spotted this label on a skirt hanging 20 feet away,  and ran hysterically to it ...

There was no one else in the store going for it or anything... it had just been a really dry night.




If I ever smell like moth balls, now you'll know where I've been.