Outfit Overload

I seem to be a hopeless blogger, as my posting is hardly regular. I often play the game wherein I confess my laziness and say something about making posts happen more often, but I'll just avoid making any promises. It's Spring and in typical Seattle fashion, it's pouring down rain tonight. Oddly enough, it's been rather nice otherwise. The whole transitional weather thing makes getting dressed a constant battle (life is rough). But enough about the weather, since this isn't a bad date. This is an overdue outfit post, so let's be quick and dirty and just get the thing over with. I've recently become friendly with the owner of an amazing vintage store in Capitol Hill called Indian Summer. I'd been there before and bought a now-beloved wrap coat that used to be hers for next to nothing. She showed at UW's Everybody Every Body Fashion Show and we fell in love over talk of things like Kate Moss's old runway walk, so naturally I had to revisit the store. The sequined sleeved sweater and the plaid wrap skirt are recent acquisitions. The rest is made of bits and pieces I've had forever. Socks and sandals man.

Vintage sweater and skirt, American Apparel thigh-high socks, Dolce Vita sandals
This was taken when the sun began to show itself, so I felt compelled to be colorful. The skirt is a semi-recent purchase from Red Light and is made for someone without bones. I actually bent down to clean up a mess I made in favorite cafe and the button popped off. I already had the shirt around my waist, so it all worked out and I didn't scandalize the kind people of the U-District any more than usual. Too bad.

Vintage blazer, skirt, scarf, and clutch; gold tank from Gillian, Koto button-up, American Apparel thigh-high socks, Jeffrey Campbell shoes
I wanted to look cute while getting frozen yogurt. Brrrr.

Thrifted faux fur, Urban Outfitters stripped long-sleeved t-shirt, vintage skirt, Messeca wedges, faux fur hat from Gillian
I was bluesy one night and watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, only to remember that what I was feeling was the mean reds. The next day, still high on Tiffany's, I tried to channel a darker Holly Golightly, perhaps in the hopes that her wit and the constant glint in her eye might rub off on me. The coat is a huge old men's Burberry that my friend Julie found at a garage sale or something. It's been in my closet for a while now, but this was the first time I actually left my apartment with it on. It was perfect for the rain, but I didn't have any kind of romantic climax with a man and a cat in an alley. Devastated.

Burberry coat, Urban Outfitters stripped long-sleeved t-shirt and gloves, belt and shorts from Gillian, American Apparel thigh-high socks, Deena & Ozzy shoes
This is just a Monday after a glorious weekend in Portland visiting Gill. The skirt is vintage Jay Jacobs and the t-shirt was free at the Marc by Marc Jacobs store on Fashion's Night Out a couple summers ago. The little cowboy-inspired booties are a new vintage purchase from Red Light. They have horse faces and guns on them, which is part precious, part ridiculous. But really, what more do you need than gold lame, naked Marc, and a headscarf?

Vintage Levi's denim jacket, vintage skirt and boots, drug store nylons, Marc Jacobs promotional t-shirt, belt from Gillian
Oh my god one more. I'm exhausted. Summertime means wearing big things with no pants and one hundred million pieces of jewelry. This caftan mini-dress was just purchased at Lucky Vintage on the ave and it's my new favorite thing, even though it's colorful. Hah. It even has little dots of glitter glue on it. Tacky, perhaps, but they make me smile.

Vintage dress, American Apparel thigh-high socks, Marc by Marc Jacobs bag, vintage Levi's denim jacket