07 November 2014

Fairy Dust

Usually autumn is my favorite season. Even though the fall brings the death of many things -- the leaves, the grass, the long, sunlit days -- something about it has always seemed so alive. It's probably the same reason I gravitate toward heroines in dystopian or post-apocalyptic tales.
Death breeds life. It's the main thing I took away from Charlotte's Web when I first read it at 8-years-old, and it's definitely something I try to remind myself of as an adult. This autumn has been coated in a dreariness that I'm unaccustomed to, however. I don't know why. Something about it has just seemed a little darker. A little less optimistic.
With the changing of the seasons comes the changing of fashion. Pastels and neons get replaced by black-on-black everything. I'm guilty of doing this myself. When the weather is gloomy, I tend to put on something that replicates said gloominess. So I though the perfect antidote to the whole predicament would be to finally share these photos I took in Majorca back in September. There's nothing gloomy about this picturesque Spanish setting. And there's definitely nothing gloomy about a princess dress.
When I first spotted this Pinup Couture dress on Pinup Girl Clothing, I did worry that it would be a bit too little-girl-y for me. Though I love Lolita fashion, my own fashion preferences tend to be some kind of hybridized version of vintage and Lolita. That being said, my fears were pretty much quenched when I put it on and was transported back to some of the innocence of childhood. Some of the fun of childhood. Some of the lack of responsibilities and seemingly perpetual (often self-absorbed) woes. It's a very summery dress. But the happiness it bred -- if only temporary -- will definitely make it a recurring item in my wardrobe through the seasons.
Get the look:
Pinup Couture - Aurora Dress in Pink Castle Print/Pinup Girl Clothing
Swedish Hasbeens Gustava Sandals in Old Pink Nubuck/Surfdome

06 November 2014

Diamonds And Rust

Things with any kind of glam to them used to feel off limits to me -- like magical, twinkling wonders reserved only for pretty girls. Only for thin girls. Despite having something of a fascination with constructs of princess-hood, I never used to feel worthy of sequins, sparkles or any other such bedazzled thing. I used to tell myself that someday, when I lost weight and became the "real" me, I would allow myself to buy a sequined pink dress, or maybe some glimmering, fit-for-royalty kind of shoes.
As I grew older, I learned I wasn't alone in this. I wasn't the only fat woman who convinced herself she simply didn't deserve to wear that dress or those heels. The notion of being "unworthy" of beautiful clothing permeates the very being of so many plus-size women -- and it's sort of because of that unfortunate fact that I started my "Yes, Plus-Size Women Can Wear..." column on Bustle a few months back.
This month's theme was "sequins," for which I wore an amazing Yours Clothing dress -- a gem I discovered back at Plus North. It's exactly the sort of thing my 16-year-old self would have turned the other cheek to: would have deemed too short, too low cut, too tight to the body and far too loud for someone of my size and shape. These days, when those (quite frankly) boring and absurd notions are usually so far from my mind, it's exactly the sort of thing I gravitate toward. I love how it hugs every curve. I love that its somehow playful and sexy in equal measures.
The "real" me isn't lurking behind some corner or under 50 pounds of fat. This is the real me. And I truly never want to hide again.


03 November 2014

Two Cousins

I've been in England for a year and a half now, and my time here has brought many things -- both good and bad. But mostly good (the only real bad was contained within the walls of the university I shan't speak of again). One of the most wonderful parts about coming over has been getting to know these two girls -- Paddy's cousins (who are now my cousins). I come from a big family, and am used to having vast quantities of people around most of the time. One of my greatest fears when making the decision to move was whether or not I would be lonely. I knew, of course, that I would be with the person I love. And that no matter what else happened, I would be ok for that reason. But I wondered whether the solitude of the British countryside would get to me.

Paddy's family is small. And the few relatives he does have are spread out across the country. But even the knowledge that these two human beings are only a mere six-hour drive away (though granted, the drive can seem eternal at times) has been a gem. Whenever I have craved the comfort of girlfriends -- the amazing feeling of solidarity and fun that comes from being with young women you intrinsically click with -- I knew they were there. They've become an amazing part of my life. They've become my family.
Lucky for me, Lucy and Olive enjoy vintage shopping just as much as I do. When strolling through Brighton, I wonderfully discovered a Collectif location right before my eyes. Suffice it to say, I had to introduce them. And this resulted in these here pictures (shot, of course, by the lovely Paddy).

We all agreed that the wonder of Collectif lies in its perfect, seemingly effortless blending of vintage fashion with a modern aesthetic. The brand caters to so many ages, and so many styles. We had a blast, as you can see. I almost didn't leave their arms.

 And a big thanks to the best photographer and my [cheesy warning] truest love:
Get the Looks:
Virginia Long Sleeve Shirt/Collectif
Martina Boat Neck T-Shirt/Collectif
Flared Dress/Available at select Collectif stores

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