The day I wore this outfit was one of the first good days in a long time. The winter was tough for everyone here: Trump won the election and the weather was ... well, it was a real winter, and we never get real winters here. It was particularly difficult for me because I use a mobility scooter and I was completely trapped in the snow. Now, the snow had finally melted enough that I could get around on my own again. And the sunshine promised that, though our spring would be late for us this year, it would come, and soon. Everyone's mood was noticeably better.
I wore an outfit to match the hope and optimism we'd all been missing for so long.
A note about these photos: They are all unfiltered and uncropped, just as Beau took them, with no alterations. You see, part of why there have been some longer gaps between my posts lately is because the photo editing program I've been using suddenly became obsolete at the very same time my computer became so frustratingly crappy, I wanted to throw it through a window. I now have a new computer and a new photo editing program but I haven't learned how to use the new program yet. So, rather than wait even longer to write this post, I thought I'd just be brave and forgo all photo edits. This is me, really me, just as I am.
|Coat: Hell Bunny; Boots: Keen; Skirt and Cardigan: Mod Cloth; Camisole: Reitmans; Ring: I don't remember; Brooches, earrings, glasses, and cane: vintage|
I'm pretty sure I succeeded.
This skirt seems to have become my Skirt of Defiance, the thing I wear when I'm having a rough time and I want to cheer myself up. I wore it for a post about how much I hate Christmas, and for another about how my father refused to come to my wedding. I think everyone should have a Skirt of Defiance.
Winter was till clinging here and there, as you can see from the snow in this alley, but I had my freedom back and that was huge.
Life felt so much better.
|Smiling back at someone smiling at me.|
One guy shocked me and himself by saying "nice melons" ashe walked by.
Get it? Fruit. Melons. I don't get sexually harassed much anymore (thank you middle age!) so I wasn't sure how to react. But since he seemed so shocked by his own remark, I decided to be amused.
After all, I do have nice melons, if I do say so myself.
You know that, with my life experiences, I'm generally not too terribly fond of humanity, but on this day, I felt warmer toward humanity than I had in a while. For example, someone put a tiny disco ball in this tree. I found that adorable.
If you know me at all, you know that I loathe the heat and glare that comes with summer sun, but I love the sun in the cooler seasons. I'm not one to complain if the sun is out but there's a nip in the air, as there was on this day. Spring was definitely on the way now, but it was still fairly cold so I wore my fabulous, Hell Bunny coat.
It's a bit too long for me and a bit too big, but I think it's still quite figure flattering.
And it's just plain fun. It has so much motion in it ...
... as does this skirt.
I always get compliments on this coat, especially when I'm in my scooter. That's interesting to me because usually I become invisible when I'm in my scooter.
I do think it creates quite the striking sweep in my scooter, though I do have to be careful that my wheels don't make it too muddy. As long as it doesn't actually catch in my wheels, it's not really a big deal. That's what dry cleaners are for.
I always get compliments on my skirt too, obviously.
I wasn't sure if these boots would work with the skirt, but it was cold enough that I definitely needed them.
By making sure to balance their dark red with a matching camisole, I think I did make them work.
If it hadn't been for the boots, I'm sure I wouldn't have thought of wearing this camisole with this skirt.
The cardigan, on the other hand, was an obvious choice. I posted this photo on instagram a while ago and everyone exclaimed about the cardigan. I got it from Mod Cloth and have three more in different colours. With their short waist, they really flatter curves. I often wear them instead of shirts.
Just as I wanted to balance the darkness of the boots with the lightness of the outfit, I wanted to balance the lightness of the outfit with the darkness of the coat. So: bright brooches.
I wish I had a better photo of this David Anderson, guilloche butterfly brooch, because it's pretty special to me: It's extremely beautiful, I got a really good deal on it, and ...
... it matches several more that I inherited from my paternal grandmother, one of the women from whom I seem to have inherited a love of beautiful jewelry.
Obviously, my cane, with its matching butterflies, was a no-brainer ...
... and added to the festive spirit of my outfit.
Just as Lorelei Lee loves to find new places to wear diamonds in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, I love to find new places to wear vintage brooches. I thought this Lisner brooch looked lovely in my high ponytail.
The ponytail itself was a reminder of the warm weather to come, and added another playful element to my outfit ...
... even as winter still lurked in the shadows ...
... and the shadows themselves still had a wintery look about them ...
... with the sun low on the horizon and setting early.
Defiance against winter was the order of the day. In anticipation of our late spring, I'd recently become obsessed with pastels, especially pastel jewelry from the 50s and 60s.
My maternal great-aunt's demi-parure fit the bill perfectly! She's the other one from whom I inherited my love of jewelry. She and I became quite close in the last years of her life so it always warms my heart to wear her pieces, pieces that the rest of her family planned to just throw away.
This set is metal, not plastic, so it's especially durable. I think it's from the 1960s.
(You can see a little touch of eczema in my ear, a result of my not editing these photos. One of the blessings of getting older is becoming less self-conscious about such things.)
Once my aunt's demi-parure was on, the ring was a natural choice. Understatement was not in my vocabulary on this day. Fun was.
As you know, I'm not really a makeup kind of a person, not much anyway, but I wore a gentle green eyeliner and eyeshadow to go with my colourful look, and to match the green in my aunt's brooch and earrings.
Spring spring spring!
Can we talk about these glasses for a moment? Aren't they amazing? They're gold-fill -- rose gold, white gold, and yellow gold, so they match everything -- and I got them for $20! When I took them to an optician to have my prescription put in them, he was super impressed. He kept pointing to the little gold-fill stamp on the inside, turning them over in his hands, and saying, "You got a really good deal on these.You did really well."
Also, it's nice to be able to see properly. I should wear glasses all the time, but I'm so vain, I don't wear them unless they happen to match the outfit I'm wearing.
I love these ones but I don't wear them all that often. They feel a bit costumey and they do draw attention so I need to be in the right mood to wear them.
But with this day's outfit, they just felt really pretty ...
... and in keeping with my overall look, both with the coat on ...
... and with it off.
That's all for my little post about a good day after a string of quite bad days ...
... my little post about the relief of long awaited sunshine, real and metaphorical, and the hope that it brings.
We all need that. Here's to more to come.
(I'm sharing this with Style Crone, Not Dressed as Lamb, and Not Dead Yet.)