Remember these pants? I stupidly shrank them last year, and after trying to stretch them, I haven’t tried them on again to see how they turned out. Turns out they aren’t that bad. Not as bad as I’d imagined, anyway. They’re definitely shorter and less roomy in the legs than before, and not “dressy” enough for work anymore, but for casual wear, they’re still fine (I wore this to go shopping with my sister.) They were so shrunken that I was prepared to hand them down to my niece, so I’m just glad that they still fit.
It’s the middle of the week, I’m recovering from a nasty case of the flu, and the weather still can’t make up its mind if it wants to be spring or summer, so I’m going for something easy and comfortable, with a layer that can be taken off if it gets warmer. The silhouette and the brooch make me think of the 1940s, hence the title (and also because “Casual 1940s” sounds too boring. Sometimes when the outfit is nothing to write home about, I have to come up with a really interesting post title just to make up for it.)
I’ve noticed that I haven’t worn a lot of jewelry lately. One reason is that not a lot of my summer clothes go well with brooches, which is my jewelry of choice, but a bigger reason is that I’ve been feeling burned out on jewelry. I don’t buy them anymore, and I tend to focus mostly on the silhouette and proportion of my outfits instead of accessories. I’m sure when the weather cools down and I wear more layers, I would start wearing jewelry more, but for now, I’m keeping it simple. But that doesn’t mean I’m not having fun with it too – like with this eyeglasses brooch. Usually I would wear it horizontally like a normal brooch, but this time I decided to wear it like how you would put glasses into your pocket.
I’ve been staring at this post for half an hour, not knowing what to name it, before deciding, “To hell with it, I’m just going to label it by whatever I’m wearing.” Sometimes, when it’s the end of the week and your mind is giving up on you, that’s all you can do. You want evidence for how gone my mind is? I initially typed that sentence as “its the end of the week and you’re mind is giving up”. I think that counts as a mini stroke.
Is it me, or does this outfit looks kind of 1950’s/1960’s? If the pants had a higher waist, I wouldn’t look out of place as a Mad Men extra (back when Don and Betty are still married and living in Ossining, of course.)