Here are some photos of my New Year's get-up, snapped before dinner. Now, I am not much of a glamour girl-- I'll take feedsack over silk any day-- but it is fun to play dress-up when the occasion calls for it. This is my ten-dollar 1940s dress; it's pretty dreamy! I topped it off with my beloved '10s or '20s embroidered jacket, and a '50s fur collar.
I hope no one finds it annoying and braggartish of me, the way I go on about fantastically low prices. However, for anyone daunted by the high costs of old clothing these days, I want to emphasize that it's not the elitist and unattainable endeavor it may seem. True, I have the relative fortune of living in a rural, lower-income area where there's little demand for Grandma's musty old rags; I wear vintage partly for frugality and I wouldn't want people thinking I'm some happy-go-lucky big spender. Frankly, in my whole collection of 1900s-1950s garments, there isn't much that cost me over $20. The extreme trendiness of vintage has morphed it from a populist, anti-establishment statement into a fashion-forward status symbol, which I find sad.
OK, sorry for the PSA there. Ahem, back to the clothes!
I'd been horseback riding in a misty light rain that morning, and my pincurl set was long gone, hence the headscarf (in a vague homage to Carmen Miranda!)
I hope all of you had a merry time ringing in 2012! Wishing you all the best in the year to come!
And my most sincere gratitude to each and every one of you who's taken the time to read along or comment during my first full year blogging here. You're the sweetest, and your kind words have given me so much encouragement!!!