Sneak preview

You’re going to see more photos like this in a couple days or a few minutes or something, but I wanted to show you this one first, because it just pulls on my heartstrings.

This is what my relationship with Grady is mostly like right now. I’m standing up, working at some stupid thing, and she’s right in my face pulling on the hem of my skirt and looking at me. Asking, asking, asking. And that doesn’t sound too wonderful now that I type it (and sometimes it isn’t too wonderful, to be honest) but most of the time it makes me happy.

The beautiful dress she’s wearing was knitted by my friend Caitlin for her birthday, and I’m just now getting around to editing photos of it. More on the way.

 

A sampling

Remember when I used to do outfit posts? Like over a year ago?

Dress: vintage; Tights: Esprit from Tuesday Morning; Boots: Payless

Well anyway, Grady dresses a lot better than I do now. But here’s a sampling of what we’ve been wearing. Samples are based purely on when I remember to take photos.

Shirt: thrifted; Dress: secondhand XXI from Plato’s Closet; Boots: vintage; Facial expression: “I hate self-timers.”

Sailor jacket: vintage; dress: thrifted Oshkosh (actually a 4T halter shirt); Tights: Esprit.

It’s getting really difficult for me to get good pictures of Grady. 1. She moves all the time. 2. I am not a good photographer. 3. I never remember to take pictures – and when I do remember we only have a minute or so.

Bah. Boringest post ever. We’re getting to that point in NaBloPoMo.

Blue Sheer Embroidered Dress

This is what the dress used to look like, back in it’s nightgown days. But then it went on a date with a pair of scissors, and came home looking like this:

I was making a funny face, so that was just cut out. But I love how it wrinkles and how it flows. And also, this thing breathes. Which is necessary for a Utah summer. And I like to think that when paired with a leather belt, it’s not too nightgown-y.

And if I hear any comments about how the 4th of July has already passed, I’ll throw a small fit. Blue, red, and white don’t only mean one thing!

Poor poor readers.

You’re going to have to put up with my shit photography for a while. But at the moment I have a lame 3-year-old digital camera that will just have to do. The lameness of my camera frustrates me when I get in picture-taking mode, and so I settle for taking one shot of a piece, and not really even looking at the screen to see how it worked out.

Anyway, this is a lovely piece. You’d never know it by this picture, but it is lovely. Sure, the neckline and shoulders are so unflattering, but it’s lovely