2. I have not, actually, grown out of jackets like this.
|grits n ham jacket, luncheonettevintage|
|rockabilly two-tone sweater, wyogems|
|dapper black oxfords, greatestfriend|
Or these, which are not only super-cheap (take that, fashionista commenter) but would look fantastic without the spikes.
|1940s golf shoes, retrogal|
or these — marvelous workshoes, so the boy-girl thing redoubles — first as utility-style, then as military-civilian. Which is, of course, perfectly appropriately current. Which means, apropos of not evolving, that I can dress exactly how I did in 19-ought-eighty-when. And I will have evolved, magically, anyway.
Vintage is so — effervescent — that way.
|1950s black leather oxfords, smallearthvintage|
All these shoes are making me hungry, naturally. Time to get the griddles going and make some scrambled eggs.