Fuzzylizzie, whose The Vintage Traveler blog is always full of wonderful vintage eye candy and information, made a thought-provoking post on Friday about the sizes of women's wardrobes through the years. It got me thinking about my grandmothers', mother's, and my own wardrobe.
My own wardrobe is rather large--larger than I'd like, frankly. (Poor Andy would agree. His clothing is relegated to the spare bedroom closets.) My closet is nearly entirely full of vintage and/or pieces that have been thrifted. Nonetheless, it's overdue for an editing session (i.e. spring cleaning), and, I'm embarrassed to admit, contains multiple pieces that have never been worn (many of the "this almost fits and I'm sure it will one day" category). But it's mostly pieces I've worn again and again, and will continue to wear, again and again. Here's proof.
Me, last January.
Me, last Thursday.
Nearly identical outfit. The sweater and belt are different. The haircut, too (still believe the shorter hair suits me best).
The occasion for this outfit was a night out on the town with Andy. We were headed to the Viceroy to see the Kent County String Band. Even though it's really dark, I love this photo of Andy in the bar with the old photograph and antlers behind him.
The band was really fun. I don't think you can go wrong with all-string versions of "Mack the Knife" and "In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning"!