- Four Tet, There Is Love in You
- No Age, Everything in Between
- Deerhunter, Halcyon Digest
- Abe Vigoda, Crush
- (TBD, suggestions welcome)
The last great unpacking frontier has been conquered. No smallpox blankets required.
If you do a search for “cuddly nihilist,” this comes up, thus proving cats rule the interwebs:
So does this, proving that god is dead, and Fox ‘n’ Friends killed him:
Someone’s fella got her the gift of vintage shopping for her birthday.
A week or two back, I wandered into this little consignment shop on Hope Street called Act II on my way home from class. Now that I’m officially a poor grad student, I’m relegated to the role of window shopper, and that was all I was planning to do; it’s rare I find something in a shop that I really love and that fits and flatters me, so I mostly just visit because I love poring through the cool old clothes.
But, as the fates would have it, on this day of no-exceptions window shopping, I found two–yes, two–perfect dresses in my size. One was Audrey Hepburn via 1964; the other was Mary Tyler Moore during her old TV series. Both were given to the store by the same classy lady who conveniently seems to share my measurements, fashion sense, and, ah, shortness.
I was a good girl and put them back on the rack, but I did enough yapping when I got home that my fabulous manperson brought me to the shop this afternoon to pick out my birthday present. Sweetness! The two dresses had been sold (cue sadness), but the two lovely ladies working there got behind my birthday story and threw every other cute-vintage-short-person dress they could find at me until I tried this one on and fell in love.
The blurry iPhone shot really doesn’t do it justice. It’s an absolute beauty, with a sweet little bow belt and a full double skirt. And, just like the other dresses that my anonymous benefactor gave to the shop, it fits perfectly.
The only thing better than a beautiful vintage dress is a beautiful vintage dress that fits you beautifully, too.