Inspired By

I, like most people I know, play a lot of dress-up in the privacy of my own home. This drives Boyfriend crazy when he’s in town, because it makes the apartment look like the Barney’s Warehouse Sale on the last two days when the discounts are the deepest.

Only slightly less high-end.

Playing all of this dress-up results in a lot of fun and crazy outfits. I might be more willing to wear some of these outfits if I wasn’t such a staunch user of the subway. I cannot justify taking cabs in the middle of the day (for myself. I know there are a lot of exceptions.), even for fashion. Too expensive, too slow, plus I get car-sick. I can read on the train, I can’t read in the car.

All bets are off after 2am, though. Then it’s cab time.

Anyway, back off that tangent. I was inspired by people who have “summer” in their vocabularies as a verb. By my previous post about trying to make ballsier life choices. By starlets in the 50s and 60s. By my love of mixing high, low, vintage, modern, and the absurd.

Mostly, though, I was inspired by Oscar PR Girl’s breathtaking blog.

She had made some recent posts featuring crop tops, just a sliver of skin against a high-waisted pant, and something about that idea moved me.

So I started playing dress-up. This almost didn’t make it out of the house, but I promised Merl that I’d take some pictures of it, and I was starving (with no food in the apartment, of course).

It’s inconvenient to dress for the day, especially when you wear one (or two or three, depending on what else is happening) costume during the day, one costume at work, pile a ton of makeup on your face, and sweat for two and a half hours for a lot of people.

I have a weird bug in my ear that always reminds me that it’s just as important to feel good when arriving at/leaving work, because even if I have a less-than-stellar show, at least I won’t look terrible in that nice family’s vacation photos.

Yes, I know I’m weird. But I think it’s important, and that importance reveals itself to me every time a little girl tells me she’s a dancer and she just saw her first Broadway show.

I also think it’s incredibly important to separate the work person from the life person. My mother calls it “becoming the Other Lady.” It’s what happens when the fake eyelashes come out, though I think it applies to all professions.

…so yeah. That was quite a tangent. Maybe the tangent is telling me that I should go outside wearing my crazy indoor creations more often.

Thoughts?

Wearing:

bra-crop-top: Urban Outfitters
skirt: H&M
espadrilles: Gap
vest: mason (from the Barney’s Warehouse Sale, funnily enough)
belt and scarf: vintage