Short of letting out a squawk, I am rather emu-ish in this, all feathers aflutter, aspiring to flight but remaining firmly land-locked squat with a birdly bulge on my stalk of flesh. And while I love a towering hat with a Suessian beak pointing regally skyward, there is the issue of balance. The thing started to tilt and I didn't even get a warning. In fact, I didn't even know until I saw that last photo. A hat like this simply cannot be worn rakishly off to the side. I am in desperate need of a wristband warning bell like those in vintage pinball machines - TILT TILT - I must get O on that.
The dress is cut low in the back, down to my waist, but I wore a turtleneck layer for warmth and coverage on my inspiration walk today. The dress also has a long scarf-like extension hemmed with feathers sewn on the top right shoulder so it hangs down the back of the dress past the hemline. After some investigation I found a little snap buried in feathers on the front of the dress and one on the end of the scarf so I wrapped the extension around and snapped it into place. The side drape is barely visible on the last photo.
- felt acorn hat, retail, Kyoto, Japan, more than 20 years ago, aka Hersey's Kiss hat
- hand-knit hat, retail as gift
- sleeveless, low-back, velvety-soft brown '20s-style dress with feather detailing
- brown turtleneck, thrifted, worn under the dress
- black Betsey Johnson coat, retail, bought in a moment of idiocy at a big sale
- black faux fur vest on top of coat, thrifted
- brown leggings with knee socks on top, both retail
- Miu Miu boots, thrifted
- leather gloves, gift
- magic loupe and ring, made for me by O
- tool box handbag, not shown
(One of my monitors displays these photos with a yellowish cast, the other with blue-violet. Who knows what you're seeing.)
Happy New Year, everyone! I'm glad The Season is almost over so I can give these exhausted words (and myself) a rejuvenating rest. The intention behind the words though is no less sincere than when spoken for the first time.