If by your art, my dearest father, you have
put the wild waters in this roar, allay them!
So spake I while living my theatrical dreams as a seventeen-year-old playing Miranda in a college production of The Tempest. I’m very fond of this isolated island castaway and the brave new world she discovers, and it’s probably no surprise that I still have most of her lines memorized: including the bold opening speech in which she begs her wizard-father to stop the darn storm that he’s churned up. Seriously, Prospero, someone’s going to write a play about this all now.
This $3 thrift-store dress (it was sold to me as a shirt, but I’m pretty darn sure it’s just a really short dress? Or maybe I’m just too flexible in my clothing classifications) immediately reminded me of Miranda. Perhaps it’s the open-shoulder design, which might appeal to a daughter of a noble-sorcerer who needs her full range of motion to survive on a mysterious island. In any case, I was happy to play Prospero and develop the illusion still further by adding on a few maritime accessories!
Gingham seems to be “in,” but my own fascination with it is really due to the fact that it makes me feel like a fairy-tale character. Looking like a walking picnic blanket probably just means that I need to have picnics nigh-constantly, right?
Normally, I don’t make a habit of mentioning where I purchased each item of clothing in an outfit post…mostly because, as I’ve said before “random New England thrift store” is not an easy retailer for you to track down.
This ensemble, however, pays tribute to the gorgeous anchor-print scarf sent to me by my friend Emma from Puddleside Musings for Christmas! Surely I will impress Americans in droves if I tell them that this accessory was handmade in Ireland. So thank you, Emma: have some weird photos of me in full-on nautical style juxtaposed against our Hawaiian backyard in return for your kindness!
(And yes, I am pretending to shield my eyes from the sun to look out at the ocean horizon in that first photo even though there’s neither ocean nor sun, most days, in the rainforest. The things one does for outfits.)
I’ve always been weirdly amused by shirts with slogans on them–they transform the wearer into a walking non sequitur. I adore the strangeness of announcing to the world that I’m apparently a mermaid, visual evidence notwithstanding.
It’s fitting, then, that I also encountered some public installations of Emily Dickinson’s poetry while wearing this top: including one with a particularly memorable slogan of its own! I’m perfectly satisfied to be both nobody and a mermaid, and to participate in a kind of live-action found poetry.
When you grow up in Hawai’i, odds are you’ll end up romanticizing various Mainland cultural touchstones: autumn leaves, building snowmen, squirrels, and so forth. For me, though, nothing seemed more delightfully Mainland-American than the notion of a road trip. It takes just a few hours to circumnavigate the Big Island, so the concept of driving for days on end across the continent, waking up in a different state every day, sounded absolutely magical!
As you can see, I’ve decided to experiment with a new category of posts on my blog: outfits inspired by the various aspects of snail mail that I love so much. I adore wearing bright patterns and novelty prints almost as much as I enjoy sending letters, so why not play around with…um, postage couture? To kick this off, I’ve structured my first look around the theme of road trips and postcards–read on for an explanation of my curatorial thought process, so to speak!
Guess who’s back stateside–and back to blogging? After two days of inescapable jetlag and a sad period of mourning the lack of quality focaccia in my small Massachusetts town, I’m finally starting to process the amazing experiences I had during my trip to Italy.
This trip marked the first time I’d left the United States in just over three years, and the first time I’d visited a place entirely new to me in an equally long while. There were moments when I felt overwhelmed, disoriented, anxious–particularly when we visited bigger cities, which tend to make me extra jumpy and stressed!–but many more opportunities for me to discover new things, to expose myself to phenomenal works of art and culture, and to gain a true appreciation for a country I had never visited before.
Before I left for this trip, I assigned myself two main objectives: gain some understanding of Italian and figure out how to pack appropriately. Though I can’t teach you how to speak this beautiful language through a single blog post, I can give you a metaphorical peek into my suitcase!