Wednesday's answers, continued

2. I have not, actually, grown out of jackets like this.

grits n ham jacket, luncheonettevintage

But I am more likely to wear one like this, though it may not fit as well with a womanly shoulder/hip ratio.

rockabilly two-tone sweater, wyogems

But the boyly-girl thing stays with me deeply influenced by college roommates who effortlessly sported  undershirts, thrift-store old man's trousers and oxford shoes, looked absolutely perfect, quoted Jean Genet and called each other Stick. And it happily keeps coming back into style, as trends do that have the strange byproduct of encouraging fogies to not evolve with their age. Lately, it's oxford shoes like these, from the 1980s.

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.