check me out: wishes do come true

check me out: wishes do come true

So I had my birthday on Saturday.
I would like to tell you that it was a badass Chicago blowout where over a hundred people sang me the Happy Birthday song and I danced my face off with some of my closest friends for 12 hours… Well, slap my ass, I did enjoy telling you that because it really happened, but it wasn’t my birthday party. Congratulations to my dear friends Andrea (of Forkable-the food blog equivalent of Painfully Hip) and Ira (of Being Totally Sweet in Chicago – the best Chicago blog in the webosphere) on their funky, sweaty, no holds barred, beauteous wedding!

But you know what else happened? I had honed in on this shifty 60s summer number (a murderous vintage confection of crisp-as-a-freshly-starched-mens-shirt cotton, scalloped eyelet lace, bijou buttons, and thoughtfully placed darts) the day before my birthday whilst shopping at a high end vintage boutique (US#1) in Wicker Park with Rory, but had practically swallowed my own tongue gulping back a tear as I slowly backed away from its glorious perfection and $60 price tag. Instead I resorted to sneaky fitting room cellphone shots and the half-assed plan of a pathetic, blurry blog post about The One That Got Away.

mary quant for pennys

The tag reads, “Designed by Mary Quant for Penny’s.”
MARY fucking QUANT. She’s like the Andy Warhol of 60s fashion. She practically invented the 60s.
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Eat your heart out, Alexander McQueen for Target.

Around midnight after a birthday nightcap, I was again considering blowing my internet bill money on something that I had convinced myself would be inexplicably magnetic to all forms of processed tomatoes. As I turned the corner to our gracious hosts’ guest room, there it was… lying there like a freshly printed $100 bill on the sidewalk, The Dress.
Thank you sweet Rory, and Jeebus too!
I even considered wearing it to the wedding next day because technically the bride’s dress wasn’t white, so why couldn’t mine be? I abstained.

mary quant for pennys
mary quant for Pennys

mary quant for pennys

When I returned from Chicago and got together with my twin sister Eve for our belated birthday dinner and she unceremoniously handed me these pristine vintage mary jane ankle booties in the most amazing goldy green color of peachfuzz suede, I nearly shed a tear.
The best part is that my boyfriend had actually managed to talk the price of the frock down to about $30 (so proud! sniff!) and the shoes were scored at a thrift store for $2!! Coral beaded earrings were $3 at Target and the metallic wrap bracelet (belt) is from Thunderhorse Vintage and is available here.

So, kids? Just promise me you’ll never stop hoping.

Best birthday ever.

Again, apologies for the photo quality, I should have some form of functional camera sometime next week.

Oh and make sure you check out the Crossroads Trading Company Fashion Photography Contest! Vote for my PHDC Summer at the Ranch photos and I will continue loving you forever.

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