Showing posts with label beret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beret. Show all posts

Hello...er... spring?!


More than a month and a half has gone by since my last entry, and I had sincerely thought at the time that any serious knits were to be packed and put away until October or so. But so far there hasn't been such a thing as warm spring weather, and any rotation in my wardrobe has remained nothing more than wishful thinking. So I thought I'd pop in and say hi, I'm still around, been busy with stuff and not much of it was vintage (apart form some exciting fresh additions to my etsy shop). There was work, spring cleaning,  kitchen and bathroom painting, diy, guests, more guests, yet my wool addiction hasn't dwindled, oh no, I somehow managed to acquire a certain quantity of lovely new yarn (if mother could only keep up with my need for comfort!)


Here is a cardigan she's made for me not long ago out of Debbie Bliss Donegal tweed aran (shades 16 and 26), this was the first chance I had to take some pics of it, albeit worn in a rather different fashion than designed for...You wouldn't think looking at these images, but this open front sweater  was inspired by 1920s to early 1930s fashions. I'll do another entry to persuade you of that :), in the meantime here is how I look like with straight, unstyled hair, and the kind of stuff I wear on a regular basis when not dressed in vintage or trying to emulate a specific period. Until next time, all the best to you and hope you have a fabulous spring!






Magenta, anyone?


This is what I wore today; in spite of not involving a lot of actual vintage, I am rather pleased with this outfit. By the way, what looks like crazy hot pink is in fact magenta in real life, and nowhere near that bright. 
You can see a detail of the accessories in the second pic, together with a sneak preview of a seriously big cardigan - about 3 sizes more than I wear, which I picked up today because I couldn't not to.. ahem. 
And now I'm off to check out some more stuff on line, as my over excited shopping mood seems to coincide with  a number of promotions on etsy (see Rhianon's comment to my previous post, to mention just one). 
I must be good though!...So perhaps turn to buttons?!...

Outfit:
 Accessorize wool beret, silk scarf and leather belt;
Laura Ashley cardigan and coat; 
French Connection skirt; 
Van Dal shoes; 
1920s clutch bag.


Faking it

It may be the last outpost of winter, but it ain't the last bit of knit you've seen from me.


This is the outfit from my previous post, I'm wearing a dress my mother knitted for me a couple of years back, paired with with a bright scarf and beret ('cause black doesn't love me back).



No vintage items here (apart from a hat pin you can't see), I'm doing what I do - if not best- most often: improvise the look. And let me tell you, I hate improvising, but somehow I think this works.


Thanks mum! She has just finished another green knit jacket & skirt for me, not the first piece executed long distance mode (we live countries apart, and now that I think of it this black dress too was long distance!).
However this is the first time ever when I took measurements, sent a color sample and an actual vintage catalog picture to reproduce. Not the pattern as such - since she hasn't learnt knitting from books or a course, she doesn't do technical terms.
Also, my color choice efforts went a bit bust because she rushed out to buy the wool before the sample actually reached her. As a result she's now worried that the green might not be quite the match...What can I say? It will have to do. Let us hope now that at least my measurements were correct.
I should have the suit in a few weeks time so I'll probably end up doing yet another winter post sometimes in ... June.

A feeling of blue

March is the time of the year when I invariably summon the light and the blue.



When I lose myself, time and time again, in the same old pleasure: watching the light hit a wall and bounce back. Waiting for an elastic ray to snap my face, a silent exercise of pure joy.

Once it hits I am there forever, happy paralyzed submissive fly, stunned to the wall trying to swallow the light, engulfed by it. An offering to the sun, abandoned to its grin. Insignificant little parasite who found a home in the skin of the season.




Crisp cool shot of light, sling me into the spring. Make me part of its fine mechanism that propels life a blue further.



And I'm gone... Dipping into the blue, nothing but a brush.