You know what’s super dreamy? The 1940s. Never has war seemed so romantic.
My dream is to have a WWII-era themed Christmas party, but I don’t know that I could convince my friends to dress up. Dreams are dreams for a reason. To try to expel some of my mid-century lust, I put together a 1940s fashion inspiration board. Now that it’s all said and done, I actually don’t know if it has made things better for me or worse!
The petticoat, that is.
I spent my Sunday morning perusing petticoats after spending my Saturday evening watching Beauty and the Beast (I already told you how cool I am so don’t be surprised by that). Since I hadn’t seen the classic film that I spent my entire childhood drooling over since long before puberty hit, the music, characters, wardrobes–everything!– really made my heart swell up all giddy-like.
I have this love for ridiculously poofy, layered things, which I expressed right at the get-go. My personality just doesn’t pull off froof too well, so I typically only indulge in this love modestly; a sheer flounce curtain here, an anthropologie skirt there. But I do try to find opportunities to wear things with some serious poof.
Coincidentally, I’ve wanted to dress up as the movie’s feather duster, Babette, for years now (hey, Halloween!), but with proper preparation. I think I’m ready this year.
Thinking about costume development is what lead me to today’s petticoat obsession.
My bucket list now officially includes jumping off an (at least) eight-foot-tall ladder into a huge pile of chiffon.
{1 & 2} Dream Spun Kids offers both child and adult custom-colored and sized petticoats ($65-75)
{3} This photo lead to an Etsy shop that is no more. Sad.
{4} Petticoats Aplenty ($100+)
{5} Rogue Retro. Pleasedon’tbuythisIwantit! Please? ($38)
{6} Miss Brache. This one, too. ($86)
{7} Ekonkar8 ($45)
Image: Sweet.Eventide
So, I’m obsessed with jars. I don’t know if that’s a cliche these days, or if I’m still totally original.
It all began last year, really, when my new roommate (and now best friend), Jenna moved in. She introduced jars into our measly drinking vessel repertoire, while spewing tales about how her super -hip family only uses jars in lieu of regular person glasses.
Because I also happen to have a strange aversion to drinking glasses, this worked out for me well.
Fast forward to Christmas last year: I decided to get some gorgeous Chrysanthemums at $4 each at a local florist to give to each of my bosses as gifts. These women are ultra-chic and seemingly already have it all; flowers are special enough yet cheap enough for my not-so-chic income to afford. Perfect.
But then I realize I have nothing to put them in. I ran around town looking, but I didn’t even have enough to spend a few bucks each on small tumblers that could work as vases.
Jars were– and always have been, and always will be– the answer. I picked up a dozen pretty little ones from some big name-type store (which is rare in Santa Barbara), and they’ve never let me down.
{2, 3 & 6} GlassnMore
{7} LeeLees Closet
{8} White On Rice Couple‘s enviable jar collection
Inspiration / Paradise 