I’ve realized over the course of collecting vintage and starting this blog, I’ve inadvertently given my husband a bit of a fashion education. Years of describing garments and exclaiming over cute vintage details have slowly and subtly worked their way into his vocabulary. Words no man should ever need to fill their brain with. It started small. Glancing over from his laptop as I was getting ready, brow furrowed. “So…what do ladies DO when they don’t have one of those poofy crinoline things? I mean…don’t they want to be awesome?” From the mouths of husbands….
And it started to grow, much to my amusement. I received a gift of a sparkly gold belt for Christmas a few years back. As my friend tried to describe the color, the words “lightish gold” on the tip of her lips, my husband surveyed the hue and said, “I really think it’s more of a champagne…” We stared at him in shock. And then admitted defeat when we realized he was right.
But the piece de la resistance happened today, with this amazing 1950’s Word from the Bird dress to bear witness, as I skipped downstairs to charge forth into proctoring the final exam for my neuroscience class. My husband kissed me farewell and proudly proclaimed, “Looking cute, wife. Nice capelet.” And I kissed him back and explained happily, “Thank you! It IS a capelet!!” He only smirked back at me as if to say, “Woman, do I look like the kind of man who would call that a cardigan??”
I am totally to blame for this. My fabulously nerdy, sarcastic, musician/programmer husband has become a bit of a vintage aficionado**. I seriously couldn’t love this man more if I tried…
So this is officially the week where the light at the end of the tunnel is truly in sight. I’ve skipped through the forest, escaped the Big Bad Wolves in my way, and have nearly made it to the end of the semester. As your read this, I’m dolling out brain gummies (to soften the blow of the final exam) to a room full of 94 stressed out undergrads. Then, I’ll be sequestered for the next 3 days frantically grading the exam and hoping fervently that I’ve taught them something this semester that has stuck….
But then I’m off for a 4 day girl’s weekend! Over the river and through the woods, to the Hamptons we go! I can’t wait for a few days to switch off, drink wine, meet my new nephew, and gossip like a bunch of giggly teenagers. Somehow in the last 20 years my childhood friends and I have all become these accomplished, home-owning, baby-having, world-traveling grown ups. But, there’s nothing like meeting up with the girls who’ve known you since you were a gawky twelve-year-old nerd. Only now we get to be 30-something year old nerds who no longer apologize for our fabulous nerdery.
I don’t know what I’m going to do without my husband’s fashion advice though. Will probably have to Skype him in….
xoxo
Outfit Details:
Dress: Word from the Bird (similar modern and vintage here, here, & here)
Capelet: Vintage (similar)
Belt: Alannah Hill (similar)
Handbag: Kate Spade
Heels: Re-Mix via Trashy Diva
Lip Color: Nars Grace
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**when reading this post later to said husband and praising his fashion vernacular and ability to recognize a capelet, his response was, “Hell yeah I do! And I know the difference between a capelet and wrap and a shrug and a bolero. And of course a cardigan. But everyone knows that one…. Because it’s important.” Seriously girls, I married well….