Welcome to my little “creative outlet”, I now hope to serve as your blogging guilty pleasure. You’re probably thinking, “Whoa, jump the gun much? This gal sounds a little overly confident…”
I assure you, my sarcasm is meant with the upmost sincerity. (insert trademark, red lipsticked sarcastic smirk)
As an introduction, here is a little ‘About Me’…
I think it’s safe to say that I am a ‘Jane Of All Trades’. I have an eye for the lost and forgotten, and a love for all things dusty, old, and broken. I know the value a good spit shine, and the power a little bit of elbow grease can posess. Not all that is gold at first glitters!
I tend to grab life by its gilded wings. I’ve got my head in the clouds, and my bare feet firmly rooted in this southern soil. Yes, this gals got a little bit of sass and a whole lotta’ gumption!
Since I was just a twiggy-legged crooked-banged tot, I have engaged in a love affair with the world of vintage fashion. Longingly I would stare in to the beautiful monochromatic screen and wonder what that world must have looked like in color. Many an hour were spent in my grandmother’s bedroom drenched in her perfume and covered in her dazzling lipstick collection and luxurious faux fur trenchcoats. Somehow, I never really grew out of that ‘phase’. Before I knew it I was perusing yardsales and antique stores ogling at their pretty trinkets and treasures. Somewhere down the line my hoard began to grow and I became known as ‘the girl in the vintage scarf’ (yes, that was indeed a nod to the great ‘Rebecca Bloomwood’). By the time I hit highschool, vintage became cool, and I went from ‘eccentric’ to ‘hipster’ in no time flat; kind of like the overnight transformation of Miley Cyrus minus the twerking and general lack of all respect for society. I was a bonafide thrifting guru, and embraced my new found world of grimy old rotary phones and pilot grade aviators with open arms.
As this gal grew up, so did my taste, and now I hoard mostly brass African animals and dainty vintage tea sets; but I gotta’ admit, I still cant pass up a good leather vest.
Social Media Maven by day, and blogger by night; I guess you could say I’m constantly ‘plugged in’. I now thrift, hoard, and abide in the lovely river city of New Albany, Indiana (just a hop, skip, and a jump from the infamous Derby City; Louisville, Kentucky) with my Justin Timberlake lookin’ hottie of a husband and our canine and feline furr-children. Yes we do dress them all in matching sweaters for our Christmas cards. Ye who hath no crazy eccentric tendencies, please cast the first stone.
If you would like to collab, or just grab a coffee at the local Quills (shameless plug for the hubs place of business) please lay down your digits. I LOVE meeting new faces, and adore collaborating on creative projects!
Photo Credits: The Amazing & Talented Andrew Kung
Hair and Make-Up: The gorgeous, fairy god-mother of beauty Catherine Jones
(the blonde beauty genius half of Andrew Kung’s dynamo team)
Wardrobe: My grandmother’s flapper style velvet burnout, peacock clad, bead tassled smoking jacket.
She told me to “Wear it somewhere special”, so I did.
(Also seen some of my vintage jewels, red jeans from General Eccentric in Louisville, and some old leopard slingback pumps from God-knows-where.)