This “dress” might actually be a military-issue nightshirt of some sort, I’m thinking. I picture a mustachioed ship captain wearing it while examining large nautical maps underneath a swaying wax candle chandelier as he plots his course around the pirates. He is probably smoking a pipe. I didn’t have time to ask about that when I ducked into Reliquary to buy it a couple weeks ago because I had Frida in tow, and everyone knows it’s the worst idea to take toddlers clothes shopping. But I really wanted it and I didn’t know when I’d be back to Hayes Valley again and I would be super quick. I know. It’s just that I couldn’t get the washed-to-perfection (I bet in industrial washers) cotton out of my mind after first spying it a few months ago. And I had these black Freda Salvador boots from their sample sale earlier this year that I hadn’t worn yet.
In the dressing room Frida grabbed the curtain and one of the women working there said (very nicely) don’t pull on that honey its old and it could tear and I felt like she thought I wasn’t able to control my kid which I totally can’t while trying on clothing (and at other times) and I wanted to say she’s not really pulling on it she’s just kind of gathering the fabric in her arms but then I realized she was seconds away from yanking and why did I think any of this was a good idea so I kept my mouth shut and was pleased to see that the dress fit perfectly across my shoulders and the length worked.
And then, Poshmark invited me to be on a panel to talk about my personal style at their Poshfest conference! I was very honored and knew I had to wear this. The outfit needed a long necklace, and I found this one by Faye Kendal at Mira Mira. My sister-in-law asked whose hair I was wearing around my neck and why, which I guess kind of put the necklace in perspective, i.e. not everyone thinks a horsehair tassel necklace is the best but that’s OK. The clutch is a collaboration from The Podolls and Shawn Burke.
Afterwards I was a little bit elated because I used to have a major major fear of public speaking after a terrible experience in front of 650 people when I was a reporter at Wired and that’s all I have to say about that. With help from Holley Murchison whose class I took at Workshop SF and some practice, I think that while I have plenty of room for improvement I’ve conquered my paralyzing fear. To celebrate, we took some photos and hung Frida’s new swing (the assembly-required nightmare) on the front deck and all was well.