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Outfit of the (Yester)day: Take Me To Your Airship

Originally posted on mailbox mermaid:
Ever since I started working full-time, I’ve struggled in an endless battle against pencil skirts–I know they’re the go-to choice for business casual, but they’re really not my style (though Peggy Carter is proof enough that they can work for other people!). As a strangely tall individual, however, the standard A-lines and fit-and-flares tend to be ridiculously short on my long legs. The solution? Clearly I needed to think more steampunk.  A stroke of luck while shopping secondhand on Poshmark finally brought me the skirt I’d been waiting for–a massively full skirt with pleats beyond belief and a beautiful color that’s so jewel-toned a dragon might mistake it for an emerald. It’s big, bold, and vaguely looks like it was stolen from an alternate timeline. Yup, that’s the skirt for me! One thing I learned while trying to photograph this skirt is that it really has no desire to lie flat. It wants to be in motion, swishing back and forth as you twirl at a period costume dance party or dash away from…

Adventures in bicycling: Introducing Bee

Originally posted on The Verbal Thing:
The summer after I graduated from college, I bought my first car. I’ve written a handful of posts about him; in August of 2012, when I drove Hazza off the lot, I assumed I would always need a car to commute to work. Last year when I moved to Rhode Island, I realized that if I ever wanted to live in a proper city, having a car wouldn’t be practical at all. It’s expensive, for one, and difficult, for two. It’s hard to find parking that isn’t on the street or outrageously overpriced. Driving in the city is Not Fun. As I mentioned in a recent post, I had a quarter-life crisis in the spring and ended up selling my car, among making other major changes. Once we moved into the city, I started walking to work. It’s not a bad walk: 45 minutes one way, give or take, and a little less than that if I hustle. Since I sold Hazza, though, I’ve repeatedly said that I want…