Friday, June 11, 2010
Dr. Knickerbocker's School of Fashion
Just finished the slightly-better-than-rough draft of my article, just got a cute-as-pie and cheap-like-borscht little 30s cotton dress and chestnut 30s Red Cross shoes in the mail, so I'm feeling like a kid outta school for the summer. As a result, thought I'd do a photo out by an exterior wall of my house, which is red brick like an old school house, to sort of mimick the look of a student in one of those old 30s school yearbook photos I love so much. Of course, due to my advancing age, I'm probably more akin to a Depression-era schoolmarm than a student. Still, let's pretend. Heehee. For some reason, I keep wanting to call this my Dr. Knickerbocker dress (hey, just remembered that schoolyard song....Doctor Knickerbocker, Knickerbocker, number 9...). Maybe it's due to the jaunty but sorta smushed and frayed rickrack trimmed neck tie and stripes reminiscent of men's shirting. Kinda perfect for Father's Day, too! Fun! On a slightly more serious note, as weekend reading material, the Dr. strongly recommends The Metropolitan Housewife's post on ways we can possibly get involved in the BP oil spill relief efforts.