It’s been interesting to see a shift in my personal style during this pregnancy. What I wear is less about how I want to craft my sartorial vision, and more about what fits, feels comfortable, and makes me feel pretty. Anything knit, stretchy, black, and simple seems to fit the bill. Flip flops? Yes, those too! At least I gained some satisfaction when my friends gasped in wonder when they first saw me wearing them. “You’re wearing flip flops! Please tell me your feet are swollen, because I just can’t….” Yeah, they know a day when I wear flip flops is a fashion emergency. I’m definitely looking forward to wearing pretty shoes again! Come on, baby!

O U T F I T   D E T A I L S :

slacks: thrifted | tank top(s): who knows- so old! | necklace: Hartville Flea Market | scarf: thrifted
cardigan: Old Gold Vintage | flip flops: pilfered from a forgetful bride on her wedding day
photos by: Catherine Bules

Do you ever try to imagine yourself living in a different time? Sometimes I think about wearing corsets and cooking over a fire, but most often I envision myself living in the ’60s, when families rarely locked their doors, the Beatles were a new sensation, human rights activists were in full swing, and hey, you could still find a good mix of big hair and long, free flowing locks. Looking at these high school students from 1969, it’s confirmed. I can definitely see myself living amongst these kids, without their ever knowing I’m an impostor from the future.

So what do you think? What era would you like to slip into for a week, or maybe longer? Would you ever dress like these 60’s teens? I’m truly digging the suede, gingham, paisley, and the colors too! Mustard yellow, jewel purple, olive green… just take me back!

all images by Arthur Schatz for Life Magazine, found via Retronaut

Lately, life around here has been a whirlwind of painting, cleaning, painting some more, cleaning and organizing baby clothes, and crafting up one project after another. We’ve been busy, holed away in the little corner bedroom of our house making preparations for our baby girl, due to arrive on September 21st, and maybe sooner!

I’ve been reminded how grueling painting can be, how finicky I can be about making decorating decisions, and of that saying my favorite professor was known for: “Just because you spent time on it, doesn’t mean you should use it.” I spent 7 hours on Saturday (even breaking my sewing machine, as I was crying about on Twitter) quilting, ironing, and hemming curtains for the nursery, only to decide that night that I hated them on the windows, and that there was no way I was going to use them in the nursery. But I’m not wasteful, so now I have to come up with a different use for the panels. I’m thinking baby blankets! But we’ll see.

In other news, I think the paint fumes are getting to Phil, as you might have figured by his mistaking a paint brush for…. an ice cream cone? We’ve also been dog sitting for the past week- my brother’s dear little dog Archie. He has been loving following us around wherever we go, quite curious about all of the preparations being made in the nursery. I hope he and our little girl will enjoy palling around some day soon!