Thrifted Autumn Outfit

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Do I wear a lot of this orange sweater in outfit posts? Possibly yes. I think this might be because I'm not your typical orange wearer, so when I wear orange I think, "Heyyyy, I'm wearing an OUTFIT." Does that make sense?

Anyway, I thrifted this dress sometime back. It went like this: it was a half-off sale, and it was a frenzy in Savers. I mean, people were excited. People were filling cartfulls upon cartfulls. And I filled my cart with shockingly (and I mean shockingly) lovely dress shirts for Sam that came out to $2.50 a piece, and that was filling my heart (and cart--ha!) with joy. And then I thought, hey, shall we check out the dresses? And this was my strategy: if I love the fabric, it goes in the cart. My sewing skillz extend to cutting off the bottom and making a skirt out of it. And this one, oh, isn't that a nice fabric? Look. Up close. See how it looks like a psychedlic wonderland? It does to me anyway.



Someone homemade this dress. And it was barely worn. And I imagine they thought it was a sewing fail. Because without the sweater and belt it is ... not so good. But when I got home and washed it and tried it on again to cut off the bottom for the skirt action, I thought, now wait just a minute. And then I put on the belt and sweater and boots and showed it to Sam and said, "Esta bien?" because that's always what I say when I want Sam to say I am beautiful beyond compare. He usually just says, "Yes, esta bien." But at least we're all learning Spanish, right? I mean, if nothing else, I'm teaching him that.  

[[P.S. Isn't my look priceless here? Really, how do people not look like idiots when they pose in outfits? I can only ask Sam to take so many pictures before he's done and I'm done and it's time for breakfast, you know? And at first I cropped this one, and cut my head off, because that's the offensive portion here, but headless wasn't so good either, and I thought, whatever. You get to see my awkward face. Hello, awkward face.]]

[[Obligatory cat picture. Obligatory because he's my cat. And because he was posing like this when I was posing as you see above, and I like his better. I should have tried this perhaps ... I think he looks like Adam in Michaelangelo's The Creation of Adam. This is what we pay him to do.]]

Comments

Giuli said…
You look gorgeous dahling!!! It reminds me of how much I liked to go thrift store shopping before I got large. There are not so many cute clothes for large women in the thrift store. (That don't have rubbed crotch and polyester) One time at AmVets I found a pair of pants that I loved for their psychedelic sixties pattern. It wasn't until I got to school that someone notices the yellow designs amongst the torquoise were KANGAROOS! How awesome!
November 29, 2011 at 1:31 PM
ginger said…
Awesome...and the Adam cat...too good.
November 29, 2011 at 6:02 PM
belann said…
Very, very nice. You really know how to look classy. Even the tired pose, still classy.
December 1, 2011 at 10:10 PM
Bryson and Tara said…
SO cute! I can just not pull off the belt look...wish I could!
December 8, 2011 at 2:33 PM
Amara said…
I love that fabric! and yeah ---Adam.
December 11, 2011 at 12:12 PM
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