Archive for July 2012
OK, I've changed my mind. This is my favorite button-front shirt, not the other one I singled out before. I think it transitions more easily between work and casual wear. In fact, after wearing it to work on Wednesday, I've brought it with me to Lake Tahoe.
The shirt is on the boxy side, but it has just enough shaping that it doesn't obscure my figure. The stripes are more interesting than a solid but enough of a neutral to pair with anything (though so far I've stuck mostly to other neutrals and reds). And I like the fact that the shirt buttons up all the way.
I bought this shirt last spring from a Goodwill store in Ohio. I think it was $5. I've since seen the exact same shirt in thrift stores at least twice, and I think once it was even in the same size. It's my only shirt with a numbered size — is that something Gap does often? I've purchased plenty of thrifted Gap, but I haven't shopped at the actual stores in years.
I wore this outfit yesterday, but when I tried to post it last night, things went a little awry. Thank goodness for the free wifi at the Manchester airport, where I'm awaiting a 7:10 a.m. flight that will take me to Nevada for a long weekend at Lake Tahoe with friends from my college newspaper. Because I'm leaving so early, I drove down here from Portland last night to stay at my father-in-law's.
I left home later than I meant to and arrived in Manchester just as a huge storm blew in. The street was flooded about an inch deep, and I got soaked as I made a run for it. Once I was safely in bed, I pulled out my camera to upload photos, only to realize that the USB cord was in the suitcase I'd left in the car. And there was no way I was going back out there. My hoodie is still drying out as it is.
I didn't wear my shirt knotted all day. This afternoon I had a public function where I was serving as a representative of my company, and I thought the knotted shirt would be a little too casual, so I temporarily untied it and tucked it in, instead. Other than that, I spent the whole day tugging on and readjusting my shirttails.
Not much to say today, just that I don't know why it didn't occur to me until yesterday to pair this top and this skirt, both of which I've owned at least five years. They work nicely together, yes?
It was another busy summer weekend for J and me, consisting of a visit from his mother and stepfather, an archery class through L.L. Bean's Discovery School, a delicious dinner at Boda, a couple of hours pitching in to weed our synagogue's garden, an 88th birthday party for J's grandmother and a showing of "The Dark Knight Rises" to cap it all off last night.
I bought these jeans sometime during college, maybe 2006 or 2007. I remember going looking for dark, skinny jeans, and I had to go to the junior's section to find any. Although these have "skinny jeans" printed on the inside of the rear, I think of them more as straight-legs these days. Sometime in the couple of years after I bought these, jeans got much skinnier, and they haven't looked back (not that jeans can look, but you know what I mean).
Although I've thought of taking these to the tailor to make them a little narrower below the knee, I still like wearing them as is, and I'm happy about the way they've held up. They used to be my "fancy" jeans, but now they're my default pair, and despite many wearings and trips through the washing machine (but not the dryer), they haven't faded one bit.
Back to the iPhone camera for today. After the low-battery symbol started flashing on my camera screen yesterday, I realized I had no idea where the charger was. It's possible I left it in Tampa, but I can't remember if I even packed it for that trip or when I last used it. And I foolishly never procured a backup battery. So I made do this morning, and J ran to the local camera store to get a new charger. Better photos tomorrow, I hope.
After work yesterday, I stopped at the Goodwill store in Falmouth for my first thrifting trip of the month. There I found this necklace and T-shirt, which at $8 was a bit expensive for a T-shirt from Goodwill, but it had the price tag and size sticker — you know, that strip down the front — still attached. And not only was the shirt in mint condition, the fact that it was new meant I was able to wear it right away instead of sending it through the wash first. And good thing, too, because I didn't have any other ideas this morning.
I like this dress because I love anything houndstooth, but in truth it's not all that flattering. I don't fill out the bust, and even on my short-waisted figure, the waist of the dress is too high, tying around an area that's not my narrowest. Because of the surplice neckline and a seam just under the bust, I can't even use a belt to highlight my natural waist. But the print is great, and it offers myriad layering possibilities, so I'll continue to wear it nonetheless.
On Saturday J and I ventured out for a taste of Maine: the Moxie Festival in Lisbon Falls. Moxie is a cola that was originally marketed as a patent medicine — "nerve food" — in the late nineteenth century and became the source of the word moxie meaning energy and pep. I get the impression that Moxie is no longer widely available outside Maine, and even here it's not exactly common. I had my first taste of it at the festival on Saturday, and I liked it well enough. It was sweeter than Coke and reminded me of root beer, but with a bit of a bitter aftertaste. I didn't find it so bitter as to be off-putting, but apparently it's quite polarizing, and it seems that most of Moxie's regular drinkers are older folks who grew up with it.
The festival included events like a cook-off with recipes featuring Moxie, but we just went for the parade, lobster rolls and people-watching. Several of the parade floats were Moxie-themed, and we were in a sea of orange T-shirts. I loved seeing everyone decked out in their Moxie Festival T-shirts from years past. I photographed as many different ones as I could and compiled most of them into the collage below.
Black wedges, Bandolino (thrifted)
I am so grateful for the weekend. We flew back from Tampa on Monday morning, so I worked an evening shift that started at 4:30 p.m., for a day that ended up being 4.5 hours. That meant that I had to put in an extra hour each day for the rest of the week, which made for some long days with my one-hour-each-way commute. Plus, after eight months of working weekends, J has started a new schedule that gives us the same days off, so we can start going to brunch and exploring Maine!
This probably should have been obvious, but today I figured out that when layering necklaces, a neckline can sub in for one of the lengths. Along with these two necklaces, I initially put on a string of big, black beads that fell just past the point of my neckline, and it just didn't look right. I thought I'd have to take all three necklaces off and start over, but I removed the black one first and realized that this top's neckline perfectly fills the gap between the long and short necklaces, creating a visual line that connects them.
I've been meaning for awhile to buy a small garment steamer, but I just haven't gotten around to it. While taking photos this morning, I wished for one again. I did notice that this dress was a bit rumpled when I pulled it out of the closet this morning, but I smoothed it out, and it looked fine in the mirror. And then I started taking pictures. Has anyone else experienced this, where photography seems to highlight wrinkles that barely register in person? I've noticed it especially with silk clothing.
By contrast, I knew this scarf was wrinkled when I put it on. Although it too looks worse in pictures, it doesn't look great IRL, either. I'm not sure how to treat a lightweight polyester scarf. I don't want to melt it with an iron. Would throwing it in the dryer for a few minutes work?
Kind of a nonsensical title for a post, but having two different plackets of buttons running down my front today made me think of the "turtles all the way down" myth of cosmology, in which the earth balances on the back of a turtle, which stands on the back of another turtle, which is on top of another turtle, and so on. While the turtles are stacked ad infinitum, however, my buttons stop above my knees.
I snapped this photo in the 20 minutes between arriving home from a weekend in Tampa and heading back out the door for an evening shift at work. It was just long enough to change, put on mascara, take a dozen photos and grab an apple to eat in the car.
Our long weekend was certainly a busy one. Tampa is my mother's hometown, the city where my parents met and still the place where most of my mother's relatives live. We flew down on Friday morning for the wedding of one of my cousins, but there was also smoked mullet and homemade root beer, a driving tour of my family's history in Tampa, mosquito bites, lots of Italian food, oppressive heat and humidity, relaxation at the hotel with a crossword and "Easy Rider," a baby to hold and a trip to the emergency room. Although I don't much care for Florida and really don't like Tampa, I was so happy to be down there this weekend. Now that my parents don't live in Florida anymore, I really have to take any opportunity I can get to visit.
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