Cat + Mouse
I've been dying to post this little t-shirt dress since I picked it up at Old Spitalfields market in London. It's got lots of wee kittens and mice all over it, and it's the nicest shade of blue. The print is what snagged me, of course, but it turns out to be a versatile little daytime number, great on a sunny day or over thick leggings with a cardigan or lightweight jacket for cooler weather.
These were taken in a little corner of our massive living room, beside a little window outside of which is our persnickety little lemon tree. The typewriter has been on here before, but the wonderful glass cabinet it sits upon hasn't, I don't think. It's antique, along with the lovely green lamp - we found a pair of them and outfitted them with some simple, neutral lampshades (which are a hair too small I think, to be honest). I love this cabinet. We bought it from a dear translady in Noe Valley, she had piles and piles of gorgeous clothes and knick-knacks and accessories, but we ended up with a pile of queer books and two pieces of furniture!
Oh, Bird. He gets so very curious whenever there's a FFAF in progress and he's nearby. Nosy adorable bastard! As with many outfits, the accessories are really what make it: vintage Dooney & Bourke bag and slip-on dress shoes, a necklace by House of Harlow 1960, piles of bracelets and a braided leather belt to give the dress a bit of shape.
Let's not forget the bold pink pout, courtesy of OCC's magical lip tar in Strumpet! (I also have Grandma and Strutter and it's definitely sweet, fancy love.)
We've got quite the three-day weekend ahead of us (and it's only Wednesday). Somebody dapper from Can I Help You, Sir? is coming to town and good times will be had. There's Mango for daytime dancing and margaritas, weather and earthquakes willing, dinner at Asia SF, a leisurely day trip into the wine country and it would be remiss of me to leave out UFC 134: Silva vs. Okami, which we'll be postponing to Sunday for a little fight party get-together.
What have y'all got planned? East Coasters, be safe with that nasty mistress, Irene, on your tails - I know there are a lot of you out there, and we're sending our love and well wishes.