...pretty.
i'm extremely green about this ebay and vintage connaisseur bit, but i couldn't sleep and i've been reading library books madly and searching for brownies and composing too many letters in my head. and then, i got bored. :)
(time-waster)
so, tonight was my first foray into this "stuff." hm. just sifting. sorry if this is a clog to anyone--i like to paste and tape and fasten so i can look back on a later date and giggle.
the best part of having a really keen handbag is you can use it for things people wouldn't expect--sit around in the park, and whip out your ink or your pebbles or your polaroid or your tiny hammer. mmhm.
it just seems rather massive. like it's begging to house important tools and things. and industrial strength secrets. blrm.
mm...i'm a really big dork. who really likes big cozy cuddly warm sweaters. and just being silly.
/
y'see, i'm a sucker for simple, tailored suits with slightly longer skirts, yesiam. i think my drooling over them might have started after seeing tippi hedren in all of those hitchcock movies, with her perfect hair and perfect suit and all of the lack of busy-ness to her wardrobe geometrically speaking...there were always these massive statements and attention-getters from other cues, like the perfect shade of red or the steely grey of her clothes (thinking of vertigo and marnie most notably)...so alluring, i thought. still gets me, i suppose.
and on another, arguably ironic note, today i found the face behind the name and spellings of mary daly.
(she smiles)
/
maybe more at another time. sorry in advance. :)
i'm extremely green about this ebay and vintage connaisseur bit, but i couldn't sleep and i've been reading library books madly and searching for brownies and composing too many letters in my head. and then, i got bored. :)
(time-waster)
so, tonight was my first foray into this "stuff." hm. just sifting. sorry if this is a clog to anyone--i like to paste and tape and fasten so i can look back on a later date and giggle.
the best part of having a really keen handbag is you can use it for things people wouldn't expect--sit around in the park, and whip out your ink or your pebbles or your polaroid or your tiny hammer. mmhm.
it just seems rather massive. like it's begging to house important tools and things. and industrial strength secrets. blrm.
mm...i'm a really big dork. who really likes big cozy cuddly warm sweaters. and just being silly.
/
y'see, i'm a sucker for simple, tailored suits with slightly longer skirts, yesiam. i think my drooling over them might have started after seeing tippi hedren in all of those hitchcock movies, with her perfect hair and perfect suit and all of the lack of busy-ness to her wardrobe geometrically speaking...there were always these massive statements and attention-getters from other cues, like the perfect shade of red or the steely grey of her clothes (thinking of vertigo and marnie most notably)...so alluring, i thought. still gets me, i suppose.
and on another, arguably ironic note, today i found the face behind the name and spellings of mary daly.
(she smiles)
/
maybe more at another time. sorry in advance. :)