Dress: eBay (Anthropologie) — Top: Gift — Sandals: Target — Belt: Thrifted — Brooch: DIY — Earrings: Hand-me-down
Yeah, so I ended up having to go a day into June with my 30 for 30 because of that sick day at the beginning of May. It would have worked out perfectly otherwise, since May has 31 days and the only day I would have needed to take off would have been Tia’s wedding, but oh well. It’s not like it bothers anybody but my pattern-loving brain, anyway. (My pattern-loving brain isn’t even consistent in its need to be appeased with order and numbers and repetition anyway, so it can just sod off.)
Anyhow, I knew I wanted to work this dress in one more time before it was all over, and I managed! And okayyy, maybe it looks a little silly with the pink sandals, but whatever. This dress never doesn’t make me feel like I’m on the way to a garden party, and isn’t that how life should be sometimes?
I didn’t manage to wear it just-as-it-is at all, actually, between covering up the top/back for work and wearing that pashmina to the wedding, but never you fret–I’ll pull it out one of these weekends and wear it in all its glory to the farmer’s market or something.
Still, it looks pretty cute with a top and accessorized up, non? And I finally wore my DIY medallion brooch again! (Tutorial from Charming Pumpkin here!) The text inside, which is from Howl’s Moving Castle, reminds me that I seriously need to read more Diana Wynne Jones, because lady was awesome. And her books! Her books.
Speaking of her books, look at this brilliant DWJ embroidery sampler; if you click through in the artist’s photostream, you can see more information about each section/book as she stitched them! How cool is that?? I posit that it is the coolest.
And with that–yippee, my 30 for 30 is over! It’s been fun, droogs. Tomorrow I’ll do my retrospective, in which I count things and look for patterns in an attempt to, yes, please my pattern-loving brain. No, no, don’t worry, it’ll be fun, she said as the car turned left, away from the amusement park and towards the optometrist’s. I promise.