White tunic: Sears, remixed * Navy wool vest: Banana Republic, thrifted * Pants: Limited, remixed * Mary janes: Born, remixed * Silver feather earrings: The Mexican Shop, remixed * Navy bracelet: Target * White bracelet: heirloom
My thrifting excursion this past weekend resulted in major returns. Yesterday's skirt was one of my discovered treasures, as well as this amazing Banana Republic vest. I've really been digging the military/naval-inspired style, and I've long been a big fan of anything double-breasted ("that's what she said"...heehee...), so I was immediately smitten with this little number. I decided to keep it simple with the rest of the ensemble, so I paired it with this breezy white tunic and my uber-comfy dress pants. I love how the whole look stayed pretty simple while still highlighting the awesomeness of this vest thing. I love these silver feather earrings that I got on an excursion to the Mexican Shop with the lovely Sal, but I kind of wished that I had dainty little anchor earrings to finish up the nautical look.
As much as I loved this outfit on my own, the reason that I truly believed in its awesomeness was that I actually got a few in-real-life comments! As much as I adore all the comments I get here (see yesterday's post for proof if you don't believe me!), I feel like my outfit has truly succeeded if I get a compliment from a real flesh-and-blood human being. It's partly the joy of receiving a compliment face-to-face (I mean, let's face it, the internet is not, by definition, super personal), but I think it's also like the moment when the two parts of my life intersect. (Kind of like when your high school friends meet your college roommate, and they kind of like each other, because they both know you, and you're pretty cool, but they don't really have anything in common, so you just sit kind of awkwardly in the coffeeshop sipping your chai tea trying to think of stories that they both might relate to. And then you eventually give up and they go their separate ways, only they still see each other occasionally, and feel the need to say hi even though they never know what to say after that. Kind of like that...) Do any of you feel like that, too? Do you get extra excited about an outfit when it gets noticed by the non-blogging community?
So I desperately wish I had a more exposed place to take my pictures. I'm still getting done with work after the sun goes down, so I really don't have a chance to take my pictures anywhere but at home. I've pretty much explored every nook and cranny of our apartment building to find somewhere more interesting, but I always seem to come back to the balcony. It's fine and all, but it's just protected enough that you can never properly see what it's like outside. Like, for example, when I took these pictures it had already been snowing here in the city for almost 24 hours, and the world had taken on that gorgeous, soft, whipped-cream feel to it. If I was truly ballsy, I'd be out in the middle of the street with my tripod to take snowy pictures, but then I'd probably get hit by someone wildly trying to maneuver the snowy streets. Honestly, it's like people forget that the steering wheel isn't just a big yo-yo to spin and spin and spin. Anyway, until I regain my faith in the Chicago residents' driving abilities (hello, never? It's me, Clare), I think we're stuck with the balcony.
Title song: Yes, "From the Balcony"
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