|Earrings and necklace: vintage; Ring: Birks|
Valentine's Day this year was just such a treat. (And don't worry; I've had my fair share of crappy Valentine's Days, just like everyone else.)
|Shoes and clutch: thrift; Coat and brooch: vintage|
... kitten heels! Yes, you heard me right. Kitten heels!
This was the first time in four in a half years that I had attempted to wear any footwear that is not entirely sensible. Before my injury, I wore heels a LOT. After a few years of being disabled, I got a friend to put all my heels in boxes and put them in storage. I didn't want them in my closet anymore mocking me for my infirmity.
But I spotted these for only $10 at a thrift store and I thought they were worth a try. In the past, I would have scoffed anyone who called them heels. They are, after all, very low, but they do look pretty heel-ish and I was damned excited to wear them.
|In the background, the wonderful French and Tunisian restaurant that we went to... and a tattoo and piercing parlour. This is my neighbourhood and I love it.|
I felt like a real, grown-up lady, and I haven't been able to feel that way in a long time.
I also felt a little teetery in my shoes, something else I haven't felt in a long time. I'd forgotten what a skill it is to walk in heels. Even if my back were in perfect condition, I'd have to practice a lot to relearn that skill after all these years.
You may be wondering why, in a post about Valentine's Day, there are virtually no photos of Beau and me together. Well, I'll tell you why.
I've heard that many Jews lack the right enzymes to properly process alcohol and I believe it. This is why I get drunk so easily and why I turn so very red.
|Sweater: Columbia; Shoes: Ecco; Glasses: Geek Eyewear; Shirt and pants: thrift|
|Dress: Kara Girl; Belt: thrift|
And, yes, my cheeks are still a little red and puffy from the wine in all of these photos. Oh well.
I'd bought this dress quite a while ago but not yet had the chance to wear it. I think it makes me look all grown-up and, well, classy. It also went with the early 60s look I was going for with the coat. If you must think of a modern reference for this look, think Mad Men, which is set in the 60s. It's a show I don't actually watch but whose influence on today's fashion can't be disputed.
The dress originally came with a black belt but I really wanted a red one. I thought the red would prevent it from seeming too drab or office-y. Luckily, I was able to find this belt at a thrift store that very day.
My self-confidence must really be improving. When I look at these photos of me in this form-fitting dress, it's hard for me to imagine why I ever think I'm fat or even chubby. It's true that my curves are far more ample than they were before my injury, but, when I look at this photo, I can only see that as a good thing!
Besides, the 50s and early 60s were not times when the skinny female form was much admired. This was a time when the Cadillacs were big and the women were even bigger.
Beau was particularly pleased with the posterior view of me in this dress so I obligingly gave him my best Betty Grable pose (and, if you "like" my new Facebook page, you'll see a bonus image comparing this shot to the famous Betty Grable one). He was terribly and sweetly embarrassed taking photos of this particular pose. God forbid anyone think the poor boy was objectifying his girlfriend!
He's such a nice feminist.
"What? I blinked in every shot? Seriously?" Luckily, the answer turned out to be no.
Of course, for me, the details make the outfit and no outfit is complete without jewelry. I got this necklace for a few dollars at a charity thrift store the other day, and I had fun wearing it.
Did I mention how excited I was to wear shoes even resembling heels?
I was very excited about that.
I actually clicked when I walked! I haven't clicked when I walk for years. I felt like a lady, a real, grown-up lady. Did I already tell you that?
I found myself almost strutting, not an easy trick when your back is as weak as mine is.
As I said, I felt classy.
That was the second best part of the evening. The best part was this look in Beau's eyes when we got home.
The look of love, indeed!