Easter outfit

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Swedish Hasbeens sent me these shoes just in time for Easter (and a small break in the rain). I love Hasbeens, they're oddly comfortable and these will be perfect for summer!
This outfit was partially inspired by Chocolat, it's been ages since I've watched it, but her outfits always stick on my head. And how cute is this skirt?! Apparently a lot of girls in this area have it, it's a wagon trail print which I like to believe is the Oregon Trail :)

Peep-Toe High-Courtesy of Swedish Hasbeens

Oregon trail skirt-Bombshells and Babes


Necklace-Gift from Sam

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On the cusp of spring

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{This post has been sponsored by Swapdom}

Portland gave us a taste of sunny spring right on schedule, then jumped into April showers. Every time it starts to warm up people pack away their coats and pull out the sundresses. Having lived here all my life I know better and enjoy the blue skies but embrace the gray that will follow for another few months. It's like a little vacation every year! 

I did however pull this 40s novelty skirt out of storage, I traded it on Swapdom last winter and this cardigan matches it so perfectly! I just posted some new items in my profile up for trade, so go check them out! You can find me here


Cardigan-Rummage sale

Eliza Boots-Walk Over

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Leather Jacket

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Last year when we went to Seattle I spent a ridiculous amount of time at All Saints fawning over this jacket. So for my birthday I bought it for myself. Cuz I'm nice. 

It's made the last stretch of winter completely enjoyable, and I predict come summer I'll be counting down the days until I can wear it again. 

Jacket-All Saints 



Hat-Handmade by me

Sunglasses-Ray Ban 

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Inspiration book

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I think I started this project about seven or eight years ago. Before the days of Pinterest I would cut out images I loved from fashion magazines and paste them into this coffee table book I thrifted. 

Every now and then I pull the box of magazine pages and mod podge out and paste a few more clippings into the book. It's like a book of all my favorite editorials from the past 10 years, and a good rainy day project :)

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Imogene + Willie

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It's a rare thing to find a pair of jeans you could happily live in. They're somewhat mythical really, so many things to factor in, the give of the denim, the placement of the pockets. I once saw a woman go through dozens of pairs of jeans (I can't recall the blog, found it through Pinterest) showing the difference they make to how her figure looked. It looked like a different person each time. There are so many choices of denim for women. Sometimes I think too many, it's really overwhelming and confusing, and above all exhausting. 

I had seen some blogger and friends on Instagram wearing denim by Imogene and Willie, and as luck would have it, a few months ago they branched out from their flagship store in Nashville and opened a shop right here in Portland. So this week, I sold some of my vintage wardrobe and went over there hoping for the best. 

I was greeted by Bob, who was so helpful, and made sure the fit was just right in the multiple pairs I tried. He explained how everything should fit before bringing other pairs to try on, and how they would wear after breaking in. 

Once I got the right size, it was like this "oh, this is how a great pair of jeans looks" moment, and I knew I could live in these year round without question, and they even come in gray and black! So those will obviously make their way into my wardrobe at some point. Because it would just be ridiculous to not buy the perfect jeans in every color. 
Elizabeth Stretch Jeans-Imogene + Willie 

Shirt-T.J. Maxx 

Eliza Boots-Walk Over 

Hat-Stole it from my mother

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Confessions of a former vintage addict {pt. 2.5}

I don't quite know where to begin. Let's start with this. A few years ago, in an enchantment of vintage fashion and culture, I would have said much of the same thing many of you said in my last post. Vintage for many (myself included) began as a fun thing, and turned into escapism. For me it wasn't about anything personal, but more a rebellion against society. I didn't realize it at the time, but there were things going on around me that were wrong, and rather than look at the world openly and deal with the good and the bad, I delved deeper into the specifically era based life I'd created. 

I don't feel a part of vintage culture anymore. I still have friends who love it just as much as I used to, but I don't consider myself to be involved in the intricacies and overall groupings. Therefor I feel I can view it objectively and critically without remorse. I want to clarify that I didn't stop wearing vintage daily because of off-handed comments, but I now realize it's something that subconsciously made it less appealing. 

Misogyny is everywhere. All of us have been subject to it from infancy. It's not something that suddenly appears when you reach a certain age, it's something that you may one day realize was there all along.
I am not the ideal person to be writing about this, there are far more eloquent people out there who could get the point across, but I'm not seeing that on vintage platforms. And if I don't say something just because I don't think it's as good as someone else could make it, then I'm part of the problem too. 

Sure, the phrase "I wish women still dressed like that" is not always sexist. But do you really think a comment that puts down other people is an acceptable one?  

It wasn't always the creepiest looking guy who unloaded his harmful opinions, and it most certainly wasn't always a man. But it often times was, which caused an instant reaction of avoidance at all costs. If you've never experienced that then good for you. I make judgments, and if you say you don't you're either deluded, or you're flat out lying. I make judgments. Sometimes they're proven wrong, sometimes the scariest-looking person ends up being being the one who just simply says "cool hat" and the sanest-looking person ends up saying something incredibly offensive. 

But you're mad at me for judging? Seriously? I'm not doing it for fun, it's not superficial. Two years ago I may have cared what I was looking at, but now I just don't. Judging is something we do to continue or better our lives. I will avoid the side of the street with the guy who looks like he might pull a knife on me, and you are actually angry at me for judging? 

Well guess what? I'm pissed off you aren't mad at people who prove my judgement right. I'm angry you can't actually see that saying things like, "I don't like other girls" or, "well if only women dressed more modestly we wouldn't have this problem" is toxic. 

It is toxic to you, it is toxic to the people around you. It took me a while to realize all of this, and the horrible thing is, I'm still learning. Because sexism is so latent and ingrained in our culture, I'm still learning things about it that astound me. 

This is not about a single phrase. This is about realizing that the way you dress is not an invitation to critique you or dismiss other people's fashion choices. If you take away that I am a mean feminist who can't take a compliment, then I invite you to roll with it and go away. If you are open to even the slightest notion that what is around you, that what you have been taught is acceptable and normal is actually very hurtful to both women and men, then please, explore that. Talk to me, join the conversation, sit back and listen, just don't ignore something you live with every day. I can't address every complaint made against my last post, not because I can't, but because I don't know how to do so in a way that might get through to you. As I said, I'm not the best person to be writing about this, but I hope it sparks a thought, a conversation, or a change.

Because if you are angry with me for bringing this up, you should ask yourself exactly why.


{special thanks to Whitney for helping me gather my jumbled thoughts}