Second soles

The finds are far and few between, but still we keep on looking. Most are too big, too small, torn, or missing buttons. But there are the gems: Givenchy trousers, vintage blazers, a recently recycled trench--Viktor and Rolf for H&M.

With the latest shoes the lesson is learned: sometime you get what you pay for. These soles, which ought to be well worn-in, ripped during their first night out on the town.

Nevermind, you mutter, pull out the scissors.

Umbrellas out: its been a rainy summer.

I'm a sucker for a theme party. Last week when I was invited to a sailor soiree, I jumped at the chance. Genna and I spent all week flipping through racks at vintage shops, rummaging towards the bottom of bins at the army surplus and assembling outfits that matched, but didn't look matchy. It also served as an excuse to have dinner dates and avoid necessary evils like cooking for ourselves and finishing outstanding laundry duties. 

We managed to find ensembles we thought looked more vintage than costume and made time to indulge in half-litres of red wine, pad thai and My So-Called Life on DVD. What would we have done if we hadn't had thematic outfits to plan our week around? Genna would have spent too much money on "regular" clothing and I would have spent 4/5 nights eating single serving chicken and pasta. 

Thanks for the party Dan. We hope you enjoyed your birthday. 

My first day of sailor school.

Don't rock the boat.