prairie ghost

Hello friends! I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to post lately; I've been very busy this Spring with finishing my thesis* and having my first gallery show. Perhaps now that I have a spare minute, I can take some time to document my outfits again. Here is a quick outfit post from a little while ago. It was one of the first warm spring days of the year, and I was so excited to be able to lay aside the thick stockings for a change!

* I'm soon to graduate with my degree in Art History and American Studies, for which I wrote my thesis on female education and mourning rituals in Federal-era New England through the lens of schoolgirls' pictorial embroidery :)

1900s Edwardian child's dress
Vintage lace-trimmed slip
Crochet tights I've had for seven years(!!)
Thrifted "We Who See" Oxfords



Hello, and happy Easter Monday! Since beginning my blog four years ago, I've made it a habit to document my Easter outfit each year. It's no secret that Easter is my favorite holiday; in addition to the celebration of all things lambs, chicks, pastels, and candies, it has traditionally been the gateway to Spring at home in New England, although this year Winter is still dragging its heels. Here's this year's look, taking some inspiration from Japanese dolly kei girls and 1920s silent film ingenues!

I wore:
1940s sheer plaid gown 
1920s wax blossom wedding headpiece
Vintage millinery blossoms
Antique black silk velvet ribbon as belt
Dr Martens Darcie boots

The past year or two, I have really stopped documenting my wardrobe, but I've actually never been happier with it. I might try to catch a few more outfit snaps in the future, especially as my vintage wardrobe leans mostly towards Victorian and Edwardian pieces these days--pieces which are ephemeral and forever on the verge of decay, and which I really would like to thoroughly document before they are unwearable. 

This dress, though "only" about seventy years old is actually in pretty rough shape, with tearing at the shoulders and a few snags throughout the fabric. Because it's large on me, I can still wear it pretty well without stressing the fabric too much. I do retire garments when they get too close to breaking down, then relegate them to wall hangings or cut them up to make new garments or doll clothes. But I never really throw them out, and I am interested in watching the way their forms change. It's so interesting how an old dress still evokes the era it's from, but yet is never quite the way it was originally, be it a white cotton taking on an aged ecru shade or a calico pattern becoming faded and patched from decades of wash and wear. No antique garment is truly pristine and untouched, so I no longer feel guilty if I hurry it to its next form by wearing it to shreds :)

(And of course, most of my clothes are the cast-offs of farmer's wives and country girls...not priceless couture or anything)

♡ Take care, and I hope to see you soon! ♡


All that glitters...

I'm in the process of adding new stock to my Etsy shop, and just listed a pretty posy of glittering glamorous 1960s treasures, full of metallic fabrics and sequins!


born on a train

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Some strange old pictures I just scanned, taken by me when I was 19.

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this train is my home by angel olsen