VLV16: The Wardrobe

Long-time readers are wondering why I haven’t yet posted anything about my wardrobe plans for the upcoming Viva Las Vegas rockabilly weekender. Year in and year out, every near-Spring I’m found with a pile of sewing projects and just a few pounds to lose in order to fit into that year’s fantastic dress…

But not this year. This year, I’m refusing to encumber myself. There’s too much kerfuffle in my life, and I don’t want to add to it further. No diets. No sewing.* No shopping.

Which is easy for me to say. I mean come on. I’m a vintage clothing vendor. It’s not “shopping” if I’m picking from my own inventory. Especially if I replace each item that I pull from Tiddleywink inventory with a vintage item from my personal collection. Right? ::bats eyelashes::

And one morning, I feel myself beginning to panic at my utter disregard for pre-pre-preplanning, and I start going through my racks. I pull out perhaps 15 dresses. Fit and “wow” factor narrow the options down to the requisite 4 day ensembles, 4 evening ensembles. I have to say, I’m excited by the options. This will be my best-dressed Viva yet, and that’s saying something.

The Boyfriend, who continually threatens to pack nothing more than jeans and an assortment of racing-related T-shirts, is caught up in my excitement and has started to consider items from his own vintage wardrobe (my heart is aflutter with hope that he’ll actually pack and wear some of it). He looks ever so swell when he gets decked out.

My shoe selection is currently at 10 pairs; I will narrow that down to 8—at the most—before Packing Day dependent on handbag options and Boyfriend’s opinion (he does have good taste, when pressed). My handbag collection’s newest addition, the Rialto that I wrote about recently, will not even make the trip due to fragile packing concerns. My polka-dot Toro paneled handbag will stay home because it simply doesn’t match anything I’m planning to wear. Maybe Next Yearâ„¢.

And so without further ado, a sneak peek at my VLV16 evening wear:

Rhapsody in Blue
Rhapsody in Blue

Silk. Rayon. Sequins. Taffeta. Chiffon. Eat your hearts out, kiddies. I mean, um, see you there!


*Full Disclosure: Today, I mended a pulled hem on a VLV wardrobe item. I will likely shorten the straps of one dress. The skirt I plan to wear to the car show I repaired a month ago, with no notion at that time of wearing it to Viva. The top I’ll wear with it was sewn by me, from a vintage pattern, but last year.

Duck season! Rabbit season!

Prairie dog season!

No, I’m not encouraging anyone to hunt prairie dogs. However, this is the time of year when the new crop of pups are old enough to leave the den, but not quite experienced enough to be familiar with the dangers of traffic.

“The” US36 has a lot of tiny speed bumps right now. This, and every June.

In happier news, here’s a photo of a ridiculously cute bunny that was sleeping by the front door of the office this morning:

And here he is awake:


Yeah, I have no idea why, but “flommers” is a verbal affectation that I share with my mom. It means flowers in our family-speak. I’m pretty sure that it has nothing to do with how my sister or I may have mispronounced the word when we were wee. (5 points for entertaining alliteration!)

So, I’m sure you’ve all been waiting with bated breath to hear news of my lone peony bud. Well kids, it finally bloomed! Beautifully!

It was preceded by a short-lived Siberian iris, and is currently joined by a potted dwarf day lily and something that I thought was a weed, but pretty, so I left it alone. My mom tells me that it’s called Love In The Mist. Gag me with a spoon. Since this photo was shot, the blooms have taken on a rosy-pink blush. Interesting.

Oh, yeah, and I am so getting an iPhone on July 11th. Sprint can bite my ass. Thankyouverymuch.