Today Christie, Margot and I had our little garage sale, although more time was spent playing with Margot's amazing nameless cat than worrying about making sales. We did manage to move some stock and pull in some cash, although I did leave with a pretty good haul- including a perfect 1950s swimsuit and the 1940s sailor collar I'm wearing above, which were sitting around in the costume box. I'm so glad I could rescue them, although it does go slightly against my downsizing mantra. Thank you to everyone who attended, and no thank you to most of the 92 people who pushed 'attending' on Facebook but couldn't drag themselves out of bed for some vintage bargains! Joke's on you, fellas.


29 days

(Wearing thrifted peter pan collar blouse, Dotti trousers, t-bars off Trademe, hair ribbon from my work)

So... I'm wearing pants. I don't know if there's anything else to say.

Oh, no, I do need to add something! The garage sale we're having is now on the 30th of October! We moved it to avoid Labour Weekend. I do hope some of you will come along, I have a ridiculous number of garments to be sold and I'd love to do business with some of you.



Thanks for all your support in the last post, guys! It's nice to know I've got a few people behind me. Due to quake-related drama my brother has been finishing school a lot earlier lately, and as he now has his full license (congrats, Will!) we've been taking a lot of little road trips to new and exciting thrift stores. NB: I can actually drive and have had my full license since I was 16, but I hate driving. I prefer to be chauffeured around to be honest, which is handy because Will enjoys being my chauffeur, and I style him in return. Win/win.

(Everything is thrifted, except my shoes which are Goldenponies)

Anyway, last week we went on a couple of trips and I found nothing except stuff for Will, and it was looking like today was going to be fruitless for me until our final drop-in on an old favourite on the way home. I was so chuffed to find this amazing leather backpack for an insanely cheap price, as I've been wanting one for uni forever but can by no means afford a new one. I also found a gorgeous embroidered peter-pan collar blouse and the beginning of a future DIY project/blog tutorial, if you guys are interested?

I guess I actually shouldn't be doing too much shopping, as I am dramatically downsizing my wardrobe to make room and money for my move at the end of the year. I've got a few things up on my Trademe at the moment for Kiwi readers, and I'm also holding a school fair-themed garage sale with my friend Margot and several others too, if you live in Christchurch. There will be looooads of clothes from many contributors, as well as baking and homewares and zines. Please come along and support the many Christchurch youth who are moving over the strait!


Starry starry starry

(Wearing Topshop dress from eBay, carnelian necklace from Dear Oh Deer, and t-bars from Emporium Vintage)

I am ecstatic that this dress and I were finally united. It's a Topshop one from 2007, but unfortunately for me, Alexa Chung wore it on TV once. Of course, this meant it went for ridiculous prices on eBay, always a little out of my financial league. A few weeks ago, after a fit of essay writing deep into the night, I felt like rewarding myself, so searched for it on eBay for probably the thousandth time. I managed to find one in my size, and bit the bullet and bought it. Waiting 11 days for it to get here was agony, especially on top of the 4 years I'd already wanted it. I am chuffed with it, and the detailing is impeccable- you can't really see the bows on the waist, but they're so adorable. I added this gorgeous carnelian necklace that I won on Ice Floe to add to the witchy vibes.


It's always slightly awkward to bring up break-ups, especially in the blogosphere. A couple of my favourite vintage bloggers, whose names I won't mention because I don't think they'd want me using them as examples, have recently ended relationships with boyfriends. They dealt with it in very different ways on their blogs- one making a specific entry letting her readers know, another subtly referencing it for several posts in a row until the message became clear. When Logan and I broke up a couple of months ago, it obviously wasn't my first thought how I was going to blog about it, but it did eventually cross my mind. It's not overly pleasant to talk about at the best of times, so it's even less comfortable to share details of your failed relationships with a group of almost-complete-strangers on the internet. At first I was just not going to mention him ever again and hope you all just forgot I ever had a boyfriend, but then I got thinking about the way our personal relationships and our blogs become intertwined.

When I read blogs like Elsa and Niotillfem, and many others who all fit into the same category, sometimes I get little pangs of envy for their perfect relationships with their successful, camera-handy, teddy-boy-esque fellows*. It is sort of a pre-requisite of being a highly successful blogger that you have a talented man* behind the camera to help show off your lovely life, and that he be well-dressed and willing to be photographed looking so. Chances are, he's a good cook and buys you vintage jewellery too. But the nature of blogging is that we only see a single facet of these relationships. As juicy as it would be to hear about fights and drama, it's just not inkeeping with the glossy and hyper-realised version of life that is the norm in fashion blogs. Like personal style, weekend road trips and even meals we cook, relationships are commodified by the way we photograph and write about them online. They become part of our product, the lifestyle we sell. I have definitely been guilty of playing into these conventions in the past- it's not a bad thing, just an interesting thing.

We all want our lives to come off as interesting and happy, to attract attention from others for being so. This is made easier through the platform of blogging, a place where we can talk and talk about all the wonderful things we have and experience and share them with the world. Sometimes things aren't so sweet though- in my life, at least. Occasionally I get a crappy mark on an essay I worked really hard on, sometimes I look terrible in an outfit that looked amazing in my head, and this one time I got drunk off cheap moscato with my best friend and cried about how much we hate men while we listened to Bruce Springsteen's Hungry Heart on repeat for several hours. But I don't think a lot of the audience of this blog want to hear about that kind of thing- maybe my real friends care, but I don't think a group of internet strangers really want to know about it when I'm sad. It doesn't really fit in with the theme of this blog, or the model of fashion blogging in general. I guess what keeps you guys coming back is the whimsical photos and the vintage dresses, and not really the person behind them. I'd like to think I really enjoy the personalities of my favourite bloggers, but I'm not sure if that's the same for every blog reader. There's a bit of a template we all follow though, and I wasn't aware of it until a friend with a personal blog said he envied my blog, in that it had a genre with pre-set conventions already laid out. I guess personal style blogging is pretty easy in that sense, because it has such a defined aim.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this tangetial rant. It's always interesting to me to observe the rising and falling of trends within the fashion blogosphere, and the ways we subconsciously mirror one another in the content and style of our posts. Anyway, the gist of this post is that a couple of months ago I had a boyfriend, and now he is no longer so. Oh well, these things happen, and I'm ridiculously happy with the turns my life has taken as a single lady. I've somehow managed to achieve pretty much everything I've ever wanted, all by myself! I'm seeing an amazing new dude though, I really like him and I'm super excited. Maybe you'll see him on here in the future, or maybe things won't work out. I'll keep you guys informed, though.

*This sentence, and this entire post actually, is largely heterocentric and I am aware of this. I refer to boyfriends and husbands in this post predominantly, as I'm sure every reader can think of many popular personal style blogs where male partners feature heavily, and this is the context in which I've observed these patterns. I do not intend to discredit, belittle or exclude any relationships.
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