September 1st

I don't want to be a bore with woes of moving. There are certainly woes, but I'm almost done... I think?
So, instead - here are some photos that Jeff and I quickly took last week while I was taking a break from packing... This dress. It's one of the older things I own and by far the most bizarre....
Culottes. Yes.
And they almost touch my ankles.
Two elements that do not belong together but in a pretty butter yellow silk fabric with this beautiful carnival type detailing at the bodice, or at least that's what it reminds me of.. somehow I can't help but feel like all it needs is to be set free from its culotte ways and made into a normal dress. I don't care how old it is! I just don't think I can get fully down with the culottes!



There's a funny tale about how I found this dress. It happened by luck, and it just proves how much old junk magic is in New England, hoarded and protected by their insane/sweet owners that will share beautiful stories about collecting when they were a teenage boy in the 60's when thrift stores first got their start, or about how they used to have a theater company with their sister in the 40's/50's with twinsie acts and matching dresses. And they are truly and genuinely excited to pass their treasures onto a new home.



I call them my piles of luck, and I'm achingly leaving them and New England behind... I don't want to hate on California, but I feel like it's this funny place where everyone goes to find their own kind of magic.... I'm hoping there's some left for me.



...I have one more dress that came from the same pile of luck as this yellow one. It reminds me of fishing piers and late sunny afternoons. A dress that's so perfect for San Francisco I'm saving it for Hyde Street Pier and Grace Cathedral Hill. Oh, heck. California here I come!