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Stefanie came into @dmlift (from @ARTCRANK @DMSocialClub @HillVintage @LacyBrunnette ) with some girlfriends and pulled out this perfect-for-her dress, and held it up to show them… She looked so fabulous doing it, I had to get her photo!
The dress was gifted to her from Hill Vintage, as she had just been doing stylish street team marketing at the ARTCRANK opening at the Des Moines Social Club. If you haven’t already, check out Fashion Blogger Lacy Brunnette’s great photos and coverage of the model-mob here: http://www.lacybrunnette.com/ So fun! I would have loved to see this in person!
Made in Italy for Bloomingdale’s - A fun find at last Saturday’s Downtown Des Moines Farmer’s Market! #dtfm
Patrick and I found this little gem for $8. In true farmer’s market fashion, we were told to check our reflection in the vendor’s van windows to see if we liked it - Great idea! My favorite part was the unique down-turned brim.
The vendor was closest to the Train Depot on 4th Street, but I do not know the name? I’m gonna look a little closer tomorrow for any other surprise finds!
This Saturday it was cold out there! Lots of folks looked uncomfortable and underdressed - myself included. I do not like for the hallows of my ears to be cold, and being without a toboggan makes me plug my ears and this is a pretty antisocial gesture!
So, I unofficially award this gal below “Best Dressed for the Day!” She was totally appropriately dressed, confident and you could see her smile all down fourth street!
This beautiful family has just weathered their first winter in Iowa after moving from the just-south-of-San Francisco-area… They love it here, but are really stoked for some warmer weather! …
I love this classy combo below. They look great together. Patrick and I have seen this man a few times before and every-single-time I love his outfits! The turtleneck/blazer/belt/jeans are awesome and we have mentioned to Joe Terry in the past that he would look great in something like this…
This family was so great as they were just hanging out enjoying time together, and they probably stayed warm enough as three were exercising the energy of 6 to keep up with the littlest two!
First, you may already know this blog is not really about fashion. If I saw someone glowing from doing a good deed, that’s higher on my list and better looking than a hi-fi outfit. And, no matter how hi-fi the outfit, if you’re not being nice, you may as well have the back of your skirt stuck in your undies or t.p. clinging your shoes ;-)
Second, I love having lunch with ladies!
Third, without going into any detail about civility right now, (I know you are a vigorously intelligent and capable think-for-yourself group of folks) … I just wanted to reassure your subconscious and collective consciousness that there are lots of people and some good ideas floating around to make your living environment (could it get any better in Iowa?) better. Ultimately though…
They truly all depend upon our daily actions and each of us being self-aware and awesome to each other in our differing views, not buttheads. (Literally like to butt-heads, or literally remember the toilet paper reference above?)
rcurden asked: I feel like a hipster, because whenever I bike to Ingersoll or Downtown, I wear a fedora. It's a pain to keep it from flying off, but at least I turn a lot of heads.
Hi, ziggycurrans! Your statement made me smile.
This is a good point, I think it’s so much better to be yourself than to worry how someone else (or you?) may label you. Labels are a big vacuum sucking life out of anyone’s personal expression, and causes major stress and fear of judgement at the gates of our closets - Yuck! Such a key place to feel free!
So, i’m a big fan of you in your fedora! Who do you want to draw into your life anyways, people who support you feeling awesome!? Or others who will accuse you of trying to be somebody? (That somebody being you btw… criminal! :-)
So, I too look forward to seeing you cruising down Ingersoll soon, one hand on your handlebars and the other on your hat, holding on!
-Love Ash
My favorite novel involving a fedora: The Lover, by Marguerite Duras, 1984
*Disclaimer: This post obviously makes no attempt to address matters of bicycle safety (fedoras vs. helmets :-)
midwesternshipwreck-deactivated asked: Long story short, one time I was downtown waiting for the bus and some guy came out of nowhere and started photographing me. I don't know much about your blog or about you for that matter, but I definitely narcissistically sifted through your archive in search of photos of myself, just in case the two things were related. Alas, they are not -.- But anywho, I really like what you've been doing :) Happy Tumbling!
hi midwesternshipwreck what a fun message! ha! i totally understand! once i was in asheville, NC with family and someone from a weekly (they have a couple?) came out and took our photo for a street style thing and then disappeared! we searched and searched too, and never found the photo. so now i carry around cards like the photographers at amusement parks, so that you know how to find yourself on the site. thx again for message made my day! :-)
My Dad is probably the most #stylish guy I know… And he doesn’t take style advice from anyone! (Ha except the ladies in his life!)
My stepmom Tina and I both had a little input on his brand new tattoo… He was originally thinking it would be smaller with a tribal band extending from the sides but we thought, heck! It should be bigger!! It totally suits him and we all love it!
My guy friends, have always found him intimidating, but I can’t imagine why? [sarcasm]. One once gave him the nickname, “Grizzly Bear”, and asks after him as such, on occasion. As a matter of fact, I was out with some friends the other night and was excited to show them the photo of the new tattoo and he even scared them via my iPhone! But honestly, deep down he is a real softie :-) and a total character…
One of my favorite stories he tells is from his childhood in Caledonia, Michigan:
It was the early 1960’s. He was 14 years old and had a Cushman Motor Scooter…
He worked in a body shop and got some Ford “Dust Plum” paint, and painted it…
He built a wooden box/cage for his Beagle, “Cleo”, and strapped it to the side of the Cushman…
On a regular basis, my dad and Cleo headed out to hunt rabbits with his shotgun strapped to the top of the cage…
Me: Can you shoot a rabbit with a shotgun? Implying that it might not remain intact…
Dad: Well they’re harder’n hell to hit with a .22!
(After a little research I learned that a shotgun is one of the most common ways to hunt rabbits)
Me: What did you do with them?
Dad: I ate them.
And… my favorite part of the story is how, along with the roar of the scooter… (and along with his laughter now, recalling the scenario) he says…
Dad: That ol’ hound howled all the way through town!
