I updated the shop with some warm fall goodies today. The two wool skirts are such gems, it was a bit hard for me to decide to part ways with them. However, I own a few too many patterned skirts and thought I would just share the patterned skirt wealth. Pop by the shop and take a gander at what is new (and old).

2….1950’s Sheer Cream Embroidered Peter Pan Collar Blouse (XXS/XS)

3….1960’s White Knit Fringe Cape (Fits All)

4….1940’s Rose Peter Pan Collar Embroidered Waist Tie Dress (S/M)

5….1970’s Wool Tartan Full Midi Skirt (S/M)

The Forest at Midnight

September 9, 2013November 11, 2014Leave a comment

I used to live in a house with my best friend Kristen, and her then boyfriend, Dan, who quickly became a best friend to me as well. They had found this board game called Nightmare, which was accompanied by a very lovely video tape of a man, “The Gatekeeper”, who would yell at you every so often, and you would have to respond to him by saying “Yes, my Gatekeeper”. This was pretty well the ideal board game for people like us. It had just the right amount of ridiculous hilarity, while also being kind of a good idea for a game. We would turn off all the lights and create a sort of seance vibe, if you will. Anyways! At the beginning of the game, you are to write down your biggest fear on a dry-erase piece of cardboard, only for it to be revealed at the end. When you have second hand board games, sometimes you find little gems, bits of the previous person left behind with the game. This particular person had left their biggest fear un-erased, it read “the forest at midnight”. This quickly became a joke for pretty well anything to be afraid of. A sort of mad lib, ______ at midnight. Why this fear was so funny to us, I’m not sure. I mean, its a pretty basic fear. Like ya, the forest at midnight is kind of scary. But how often are you in the forest at midnight. You could potentially live your entire life, never being in the forest at midnight. You couldn’t have thought of anything scarier than that!? Then again, it was probably a 10 yr old that wrote that down, and we are just jerks.

This little shoot I did with Matt when we were camping reminded me of Nightmare, a fond memory of mine, that only really means something to the people involved. It’s clearly not at midnight (more like 10am), but well whatever, I mean, I’m not going to go into the forest at midnight…

Blouse: borrowed from Meg, and I forget what brand.
Skirt: Larkspur

New Threads at Larkspur

September 5, 2013November 11, 2014Leave a comment

1. 1960’s Tartan Wool Skort (S/M)

Okay, so I kind of lied last shop update when I said that was it for my Summer-ish items. While thrifting in NY State I happened upon far too many delightful items that I just couldn’t pass up, regardless of the changing season. And you know, sometimes I feel there are many pieces that transition nicely into many seasons (even if it’s robin egg blue!) Styling is the key. Anyways! I’ve got a bit of both this shop update. The Fall skirts are ever so lovely. I’m sure they would love to find a new home. Although I’m happy to keep them company in the mean time. Pop by the shop to check these new babies out!

PS – I apologize for the horrid lighting in most of these photos. I use natural light, and a lovely thunderstorm rolled in in the midst of photo taking. So thank you, mother nature.

2. 1950’s Robin Egg Blue Cropped Shirt (S)3. 1970’s Novelty Print Collared Maxi Dress (S)4. 1970’s Paisley Pastel Ascot Blouse (M)5. 1950’s Robin Egg Blue High Waisted Bloomers/Shorts (S)6. 1970’s High Waisted Tartan Maxi Skirt (S/M)

Small Town Neighbours

September 4, 2013November 11, 2014Leave a comment

Although I don’t think I could ever live in a very small town/village, I am quite fond of visiting them! It’s lovely to see places that maintain their history (America is so good at this) and are filled with small town charm that just doesn’t exist in a metropolitan city. I am intrigued by the idea of living in a big old house, in a very small town, with a population just under 2,000, but that’s me romanticizing things. The truth of it is, I would become stir crazy, maybe even bat-shit. Heck, I even become crazy living here in the big city, although that probably surprises no one. The subway at rush hour…that is all I have to say.

These are just a few snaps from Watkins Glen, and Montour Falls, NY. This was directly after a torrential downpour while we were laying on the beach, and taking a dip in the surprisingly warm water. We hid under a tree for a bit, trying to wait it out, but realized the rain wasn’t going to let us enjoy our beach day. We hopped in the car, drove around, and were pleased when the rain ceased and allowed us to take in some scenic surroundings of these neighbor villages.

Dress: vintage via Common Sort
Shoes: Seychelles

Watkins Glen, NY

September 2, 2013November 11, 20144 Comments

I’m going to be totally honest and say Matt and I didn’t do as much hiking and exploring the great outdoors while camping this time around. We spent our first two nights in Watkins Glen State Park, and the following two nights in Taughannock Falls State Park. We were both pretty disappointed in Watkins Glen State Park. I think the Bruce kind of ruined everything for us. We just kept comparing the two, and well, State/Provincial Parks just can’t compare to the natural beauty of a National Park. We were not close to any body of water in Watkins Glen, and you could literally hike about 20 mins to the village. Which ended up being fine, as we spent a lot of time exploring the small villages around the Finger Lakes. These towns/villages have the most insanely beautiful and historical homes. I would kill a man just to live in one of them.

We were however very close to the Gorge Trail in Watkins Glen. So we hiked over, and did quite a bit of the walk. It was very touristy, and was a huge disappointment to find there were so many rules. You had to stay on the path, and that was it. Boring! Totally different from hiking in the Bruce. Wow, I sound totally disenchanted here! It WAS beautiful! Waterfalls everywhere you looked, standing hundreds of feet above, looking down at the gorge. It really was quite stunning. We spent the remainder of the day on a beach and explored a little of Watkins Glen, and it’s neighbouring village, Montour Falls. Such charming places! NY State is full of these gems!

I have a butt load more photos to share – some from the town, some from the beach, some from Farm Sanctuary(!!!), and a little photo shoot Matt and I did in the Blair Witch forest behind our camp site. I also thrifted so many great things during our trip, so keep an eye on the shop for magical small town thrift shop goodness!