Only one more week of capsules after this one! I want to get all my favourites worn again! Today, I went with two favourites.here with an asymmetrical skirt. I layered a purple cami (not part of the capsule) underneath it to pull out more of the bright colours in the embroidery.
Speaking of bright colours, who doesn't love this glorious turquoise suede skirt? Answer: no one.
here in a cowgirlish ensemble. It's quite noisy when I walk, like the sound of those rain sticks.
The belt is a vintage one I thrifted several months ago. I kept all the accessories to a dull roar so as not to overshadow all the colour and pattern. My simple black boots were just right, and they're getting a lot of wear this month (including last just this weekend, here, last outfit).
It was clear, sunny and cold today, so I decided to break in my new cape:
|I kind of look like a big green Grimace (image links).|
- Completely awesome.
- Hide things under it.
- Comfortable, like a warm tent.
- Completely awesome.
Cons of wearing a cape:
- Appear to be deformed due to bag over the shoulder.
- Coffee becomes more spilly.
- People stare at you.
- Can't sit in cars (capes were totally not made for seatbelts).
- Store clerks think you're shoplifting under there.
Summary: good for walking if you don't carry much. Don't wear it if you need to be functional. I did enjoy wearing it, but I did feel VERY visible in it. So this is my outfit for Patti's "Visible Monday" at Not Dead Yet Style - hie thee to her site! (Additional con: you want to speak in Shakespearean English, verily!).
Cape (Raymond of London, vintage, thrifted), jacket (Le Chateau, consignment), cami (InWear), skirt (Pioneer Wear, vintage, thrifted), boots (Gabor), belt (vintage, thrifted).
For those of you who wondered what punishment Vizzini got for destroying my Fluevogs, he got nothing. Cats don't get the "why" when you're mad; they don't understand that whole cause and effect, especially well after the fact (I'm pretty sure he chewed them up on Friday night). He was just being himself (bitey and eat-y) and it was my own damned fault for leaving the closet door open. And the shoes...they're just things (even though they are very pretty, very expensive things). Vizzini's our family, and I wouldn't trade him for all the Fluevogs in the world (but don't tempt me).