Here at our little California cottage, it is too dark to take photographs inside. So I take them on the front porch. I squat, I bend, I hold my breath, I huff and puff, I swear . . . much to the amusement of the folks in the apartment building next door and, occasionally, the mailman. But I just realized that I feel more confident about my semi-public photo shoots if I am sort of dressed up. Like, "That's right, I'm busting it out over here on my porch. I'm a photographer." So I gussied up a bit yesterday. Me voilà!
dress || Banana Republic, thrifted
shoes || hand-me-downs
belt || thrifted
pin || 1920s pot metal, rhinestone and enamel bird brooch
ring || 1920s sterling filigree, enamel and glass ring (my new favorite ring)
P.S. Isn't it kind of crazy that the enamel on the pin and the ring match?
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