Another grey and gloomy day that doesn't resemble spring in the slightest... and a neutral palette to match! Truth be told, this outfit immediately flashed before my eyes when I received this Modcloth dress (hooray Cabin Fever Sale!) in the mail, but I have this complex about wearing a new dress in its natural state (read: sans cardigans and other cover-ups) before remixing it with other articles of clothing. I was especially hoping to wear this pretty feather dress in a simple way because the back is the best part... but alas, it is still too cold to go bare-backed. You can bet I'll be wearing it again very soon!
I also had to include the last photo (above) because I was actually stumbling at the moment the photo was taken, and yet I look rather graceful! That never happens! My twisted feet are the only indication that anything is awry :)
K took this photo for me in Burlington this morning, when we dropped his car off for the snow-to-summer tire switch. I had originally wanted him to take all the photos here, but as you can see they are rather dark and not blog worthy (after all, this is a style blog, not an adorable-lighthouse-in-the-background blog).
K took this photo for me in Burlington this morning, when we dropped his car off for the snow-to-summer tire switch. I had originally wanted him to take all the photos here, but as you can see they are rather dark and not blog worthy (after all, this is a style blog, not an adorable-lighthouse-in-the-background blog).
Whenever I wear bird-related paraphernalia on my body now (dress, headdress... you might even mistake me for a seagull in that last photo) I can't help but think of Portlandia (which I've never seen, but like any self-respecting once-resident of the city, have heard much about) and the "put a bird on it" phenomenon in hipster art. Birds and moustaches are big. And bicycles (actual bicycles or bicycle prints and accessories). If anyone has been to/lived in Portland, you surely couldn't help but recognize that it is a mecca for pretentious hipster-meets-hippie art-meets-environment culture. Since I grew up in a genuinely crunchy granola community, with all kinds of artists and musicians (people who play instruments or paint or sculpt just because they enjoy it, not to make a living doing it) emerging from the forest every now and then, I am rather amused by the urbanization of that culture in general (but I think it's also really great). I am also incredible intimidated by it because I'm really pretty ignorant about art and music in a technical sense and I have been shockingly sheltered from the world of "cool"--and because my relationship with the creative sphere is a very primal experience. I like what I like, usually because of the way that it makes me feel, and maybe I can't define or describe it to someone else in a way that makes any sort of sense. So I don't try. But today I put a bird on, so I'm cool. Well, parts of a bird. That counts, right?
It is Monday, but that's okay! This is a short week for me :)
On Wednesday night/Thursday morning (~ 2 am), K and I are hopping in my trusty, rusty white stallion and riding south into the sunrise. We'll be spending the weekend in Fredericksburg, Virginia, and maybe stopping off in DC for a little fun-with-Smithsonian.
We chose Virginia (and Fredericksburg, specifically) because K wants to look at the 
