A red dress and an open street equal strut strut goofy face. Haha. I know my husband was wondering why I was cheesing so hard while I did a seemingly simple task. “Ok Whitney, it’s not hard, just walk.” But in my mind, everything has potential to be entertaining. Everything!
Make the most of your day good people, regardless of how routine and mundane it may be.
Excuse the iPhone mixed with bad lighting photos. If you can get past it, I know it’s hard, fix your eyes on this one-of-a-kind dress worn by the beautiful Joanie. It was the perfect dress for the pre-wedding festivities. But get this, the dress is over 30 years old!
Thankfully, the woman behind it was in the room. I’ll never forget Grandma. Marie. A stylish 80-something cross country RV-er and full of life. She was most approachable and full of delightful stories about her life including her outings with her husband, also present. She’d made this dress for a work party she attended with him. We laughed and exchanged jokes about our husbands, the irony of sitting so close to the sweets, and how we both really wanted to stop eating the homemade turtles but couldn’t muster up the self-control.
My life? Stale toast in comparison to hers. Even on the dance floor she and her man out-shined the 20-somethings. I fell in love with her, and hope to leave an impression on others as she has on me. And to believe it all started with a dress…
I’ve been cooped up in my home for the last few weeks pounding away at a smoking sewing machine. Literally smoking. There’s a reason why industrial machines exist.
My first trunk show is this week, Thursday to be exact, and the pressure’s on. Not stress… Presssssure. Plus, I’m loving every minute! Even better, I finally ventured out in actual clothing after wearing the same black tights, blouse and leather jacket for goodness knows how long. Yes, I’ve tossed them into the dirty clothes bin. Time, and maybe even a little sound judgement, fly by when you’re having fun.
When I finally came up for air, the husband and I ran out to snap me in my little red or burnt [insert color] dress. It’s not exactly red, but I can’t remember how my mother described it. Freezing, we jumped in the car, drove like two hungry maniacs to a friend’s, and refueled on vegetable tomato soup, Havarti & cheddar grilled cheese sandwiches, and loads of laughs. We need a personal chef BAD. Who’s willing to donate their time. haha
Dress: Anthropologie, a lovely gift from the people who love me
Shirt: Clothing swap find
Boot: Miss Sixty
By the way, please spread the word about the Trunk Show. And if you’re in NY this week, I hope to see you there:
Date: Thur, Feb. 16
Locale: Ehvonnae | 145 Front St. Unit B, Brooklyn, NY
Life just ‘plus one-d’ me another year and increased the expectation that I need to be established, mature, and graceful. My birthday is sandwiched between Christmas and the New Year, so there’s never much to do. haha. You would think the opposite to be true. Now that I’m older than I was last week, I realized I can never go back; there’s no way to press pause. If I had that power, I may still be 12. Who knows.
I’m sure I look really mature acting in these photos. I never want to take myself too seriously. My sister and I played in a parking lot with Erika who also captured the moment. Later, we dusted off the old PS2 and rapped to PaRappa the Rapper with my husband.
Thank you Erika for capturing the day.
Earrings: I made them! Shop
Dress: JCrew – sample sale DEAL!
Tights: Express – a lovely Christmas gift
Boots: Cynthia Rowley
(photos: Erika Smith – you’ll be seeing more of her around these parts)
I like indie designers, food trucks, smile booths, Old School DJ’s, vintage dresses, handmade culture, leather and lace…
I LOVE my family and friends who came out to support me at Rock & Shop Market. Kisses to all of you!
Vintage will never go out of style. Case in point, I purchased this LBD: little brown dress some years ago in high school I believe. I have gone through stages with it, but with time and maturity, mostly the latter, I have come to appreciate it. My mother hid it in her closet for just the right time when I’d come to my senses. Thank you Lord for my mother’s intuition.
Vintage Kay Windsor Dress: Dolly’s
Boots: Miss Sixty
Lace Earrings: I made them & SOLD OUT of them. YAY! Restocking soon >> Shop Freshly Given