I bought this dress a few seasons ago on deep discount. I like it very much, but it doesn't fit as well as what it attempts to mimic (that is, a 1970's dress). The cut is uninspired, and the quality isn't the best. I think the only reason it hasn't fallen apart is because I so rarely wear it. It wasn't cheap before going on sale, and it isn't "fast fashion" in the sense that it is intended to be disposable-but it is shoddy. I could be misremembering, but it seems that even the cheap fashions of the 70's were made with finished hems, were decently stitched, and had sleeves that were the same length.
Dress-Sale a few years ago
1960's Handbag-Thrift World
1970's shoes-Thrift World
Owl Ring-K Mart
Lippy-Revlon Limited Edition Icy Violet (a re-issue from the 40's...where it should stay. Cripes, I look embalmed)
Orson is wearing:
Tiff and Tam hair flowers
I never imagined I'd be giving outfit details for a stuffed wombat. Oh, the places life takes you!
Danny is outside snapping photos with an old film camera. He was so excited when I bought him some 35mm film today, and showed him how to load it. I have a feeling my downstairs powder room is about to become a darkroom, but that's OK. I like to encourage his hobbies, and as long as it doesn't involve large raptors shrieking and projectile shitting, I'm happy to oblige. Thank god the bird banding is over for the season. Photography is a nice, quiet, clean hobby. You can photograph the birds.
Speaking of raptors, I don't mind this sort of owl. Hoo would?
I'll get my hat...
Orson wants you to know, no wombats were harmed in the making of this blogpost...but he's mildly annoyed.