Extremely pale legs and admittedly short shorts.

Shorts: BDG

Top: Thrifted

Shoes: Franco Sarto

Bag: Coach, thrifted

DON'T LOOK DIRECTLY AT THEM! YOU'LL GO BLIND!

I'm trying to get a little sun on my whiter than white legs, but I don't think it's going to make much difference for now. I'm lucky I don't really burn easily, but just the same, we Swedes don't exactly bronze like golden gods. This weekend, MC and I have a photo shoot with a kickass local photographer and artist, sample colors to paint on the walls and a million Save the Date cards to send out, but I have a feeling we'll figure a way to spend a fair chunk of time investigating what rooms of the house we haven't made out in yet. Just kidding. But not really.

Flower power.

Floral leggings: Lulu's

Morrissey t-shirt: MC's

Shoes: Steve Madden

Doorknocker earrings, shades, bracelets: thrifted

Partial coverage.

Nick Curran t-shirt: Ordered for "I AIN'T F***IN' DEAD" fundraiser

Skirt: thrifted

Sequin heels: Miss Me via Modcloth

Opaque/fishnet stirrup tights: Modcloth

 

There's no point in beating around the bush, so I'm just going to own up to it right now: this look was shamelessly stolen from, uh, I mean inspired by this awesome outfit Agyness Deyn wore to the Inglorious Basterds premeire. 

         Source: google.com via Cammila on Pinterest

Except I was too chicken to leave the house with bare legs this particular morning (that wet chill of a frosty spring morning can be intimidating!) so I wore these half-and-half stirrup fishnets from Modcloth.   

The sun did eventually make enough of an appearance for me to ditch the tights and let my lily white gams blind everyone on the street with their paleness. :)

Horsing around.

High waisted jeans: Blank

1980 Stratford Shakespeare Festival t-shirt: Vintage via the Getup

Flats: Vintage Enzo Angiolini

Hat: Vintage via Kim's Resale Shop

These are a handful of fashion-centric photos cherry-picked out of the many wonderful family pictures MC took a week or two ago. It was a really perfect day, but as perfect days often are, it wasn't a day full of many exciting events. It was just another wonderful Saturday where MC, GBear and I got to tool around town, play outside with Bucky the horse, draw on the sidewalk with chalk, and bake cookies together when it got chilly outside. 

Bleu.

 Glittery 'Golden Girls' looking grandma sweater: Thrifted

Jeggings: random no-name, TJ Maxx

Shoes: Steve Madden

Yet another frigid day following a hot, spring fake-out day: Priceless.

This is what we do.

Last week, MC and I came home to discover that three packages had arrived for me, containing three miscellaneous, unrelated items I'd recently ordered. 

Princess halter leotard: Capezio via allarounddance; shorts via Hollister; floral leggings via Lulu's

So we took the most logical course of action: I put them all on at once and we had an impromptu, bonkers photo shoot.

Oh and also: I had a cold. I'd been sneezing and cranky all day, and after about 15 minutes of these shenanigans, I was all tired and done. But of course, me crashing on an unmade bed featuring a vintage 80's NFL blanket was definitely not less bonkers than anything else we'd shot, so MC kept on snapping. I felt like I was shooting an American Apparel ad, except for the minor fever, and the fact that I was still wearing my clothes. 

Save the Date.

 It's on.

What is this "topicality" of which you speak?

Big wool Southwest sweater: Thrifted

Purple tights: Sockdreams

Shorts: UO

Shoes: Vintage, Enzo Angiolini

If it's warm enough in wintry Michigan for me to be nudging my wool sweaters toward the cedar chest for the year, I can only imagine how non-wool friendly the climate is everywhere else. But what can I say, it was chilly as a mofo when I woke up the morning I took this, and I didn't bother getting a shot of the t-shirt I had on underneath. Let this woolly mammoth have its 15 seconds of fame before it's sequestered from moths for the summer.

And thank you so much for all the sweet words the other day when I was whining about my UTI! I got some anti-biotics and some much needed rest, and I had MC here to take care of me all day, so I'm feeling much better. He read to me out of On the Road, and we watched all three Die Hard movies (the fourth one doesn't count, so don't even ask). I'd be hard pressed to think of any form of entertainment that's more restorative. Well, any form of media-based entertainment, that is. ;) 

Archie and the gang.

  

 

 

 

Here's something I may not have revealed to you: I've got a thing for Betty and Veronica.

Our house is littered with vintage copies of  Betty and Veronica Digest, Archie Pals 'n' Gals, Laugh Comics, and more, most of them laying around for no other reason than to brighten life with their endearing style. We even have an Archie and Friends calendar! Many of these images are also from the awesome blog my-retrospace, which you should check out if you love vintage images.

MC and I have a lot of vintage comics in general. I can't imagine how anyone couldn't love the way people are drawn in old comics, or the tonal effect of Four-color process and Ben-Day Dots. I particularly dig on Archie comics because the focus on every-day high school life rather than action leads to increased attention to the characters' personal style -- as filtered through a dated, comedic, cartoon universe.