The best vintage is the “mom” kinda vintage. You know what I mean: what Mom puts in a bag to donate or throw out after she Konmari-ed her closet once she officially became an empty nester.
I happened to benefit directly from my mom’s closet clear-outs since elementary school, before 80s fashion had even made a comeback. She was really into cold weather pieces and making texture statements, apparently. I’m not complaining, because I put together this outfit.
Let’s start with the non-vintage piece: this not-quite-midi-on-me dress. It was from their regular collection and was such a unique shade of cool green that I didn’t already own.
It’s flowy in the right places with unassuming pleating starting from the higher waistline. The neckline is casual and the kind I appreciate to take a dress from day to night without exaggeration.
Blazers and all other “menswear” [that should not be called strictly menswear because all genders can rock them] have been having a hot moment, of late. Patterns like houndstooth, checked/small plaid, and pinstripes create the illusion of sophistication and structure.
Nothing says sophistication and structure like a blazer, especially one with shoulder pads like this old Barry Bricken that my mom let me have. I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen her wear it, but maybe if I peruse some old photos, I’d be able to immediately spot it.
The comfort of this blazer is astounding. It’s oversized, for sure, but wears even nicer than a slouchy cardigan.
Looking closely, I can’t tell if the pattern is comprised of crossed lines or stacked dots. I mean, I’m already dizzy, but it’s the kind of pattern to easily bring some dimension on top of such a simple solid piece like the ASOS dress.
Because the blazer is structured just enough, it literally goes with the flow of the dress. I made this pairing without thinking but am so thankful I did.
Now, for the real stars of this outfit…
I don’t wear these ankle boots by Walter Steiger too often because I never have the occasion. However, I realized that it’s about making the occasion, not having one. The question isn’t, “Do I have an excuse to wear these?” The statement is, “Excuse me while I wear these boots and not give a single damn about whether or not the occasion forbids it.”
When my mom handed these down to me (I don’t remember when or the details), I really did try to exact an excuse to wear them before taking them, but I still took them and love that I can now give them a new story from my wardrobe and out into the world.
They stand out and instantly make an outfit. I love them beyond measure.
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted such an in-depth outfit post. I founded this blog on fashion, after all. You’d think I’d be more consistent with my favorite type of content to share.
And the truth is that I’ve been struggling a lot with both my physical and figurative image. Everyone does, but I have been more than ever, lately. It’s times like the beginning of a fresh year that urge me to create unrealistic expectations–not just for my body–but for the way I see myself. All that should really matter, aside from my health, is how I see myself.
However, that’s such a difficult task to take on.
The reality is that this body that I’ll have until the day I die (ouch, morbid) is a reality. It’s my reality to nurture, listen to, and brandish like the prized weapon I know it to be. I want to appreciate it for what it is and for allowing me to move in ways I’ve taken for granted.
That’s why, lately, I want to realize movement in what I create; from stories, to ads, to outfits, to the simple choice to move. There doesn’t have to be a point B. When you’ve worked remotely from the comfort of your own desk as I have, you absolutely crave movement.
I want to create movement, to see it, to enable it…both literally and figuratively. And, not just for myself, but for others, too.
I think that’s what my “resolution” is all about now:
Makin’ moves in 2018.