Vintage clothing does not travel well, which is why my wardrobe has slowly morphed into an easily-squishable pile of stretch cotton jersey dresses and 20-hole boots that can survive the treacherous cobblestones of Europe. When I am in ess eff, I take out my much-loved early sixties cotton shirtwaists and t-strap heels and wear the ones that don't ( Read more... )

There are years when Halloween sneaks up on me. There I was, minding my own business, when Halloween bludgeons me from behind with a Jack-o-lantern. Pumpkin bits fly everywhere! Horrors! This is not one of those years. I have no excuses - I knew Halloween was coming - but the end of October looms nears and I just haven't be able to get my act ( Read more... )