What’s a few months between friends [read:posts]? Especially when, within those months, one has moved across the world, got married and endured repeated dealings with the US Department of Homeland Security (to get a Green Card, not for any nefarious reasons) and – here’s the sucker punch – living in Nevada? From this smorgasbord of insubstantial excuses for poor blogging, let’s leave aside the “big life event” shizzle and focus on the Nevada thing. I think my recent status probably qualifies as post traumatic sartorial shock, brought on by living in a place where Wranglers are considered black tie and sweats are definitely “smart casual”. We’re not in Kansas anymore, if you know what I mean.
I am, you’ll be in no way surprised, exaggerating. There are indeed heavily-bearded hipster enclaves here and some very glam ladies (often in a pre-divorce Sue Ellen way), so maybe I am unfairly blaming the entire state for my relocation-induced jeans-and-tee catatonia (a strange affliction I previously catalogued here). But the point is, I think I’ve finally come to. My eyelids flickered and the nurse was swiftly summoned. My first request? A mash up of distressed denim, the Nikes (still doing sterling service after nearly 2 hard fashion years) and thrift store lace. Obviously.
The lace dress was actually a Burning Man outfit (yes, an entire outfit in itself, as I don’t think underwear counts, does it?) from a couple of years ago which is so happy to be back in its spiritual home a mere 3 hours from the playa that it is calling out to be worn repeatedly. Since it is January and there are public decency laws in this fair state, a jumper and boyfriend jeans had to be forced underneath. The frock reluctantly accepted, much to my relief. The Gentle Ben coat topped off the ensemble and in a choose-your-own-adventure kind of way, I recorded the outfit both with and without it. Isn’t technology amazing?
As my fashion rehabilitation continues, I do solemnly swear to keep you quite literally posted, and never to fall into fashion oblivion again.
PS: for those reading in northern Europe, those strange dark areas on the photos are called shadows, caused by a mysterious presence in the sky called the Sun. You will not see this glorious orb until June. For one week only. Maybe Nevada isn’t so bad after all…