What happened to the good ol' days when bandits in tightly fitted pants kidnapped princesses in mutton sleeved brocade dresses... Did brocade exist in those olden-golden-awesome times?
Whatever. It did in the Hollywood rendition of Robin Hood.
Anyway, back to the brocade-clad princesses. Handsome men in funky tights would kidnap them and then princes with better-than-david bodies would come galloping through the dark forests brandishing shiny swords while their loosely fitted lace-up tops blew against their perfectly curled chest hair...(You know those tops. They look like a ship's sail. Why didn't those come tumbling back onto the floor of fashion when skinny jeans marched back in Like they owned the place?)
I don't have a vendetta against skinny jeans.
I really don't. They just should have brought the sexy prince charming shirts along.
Being the Renaissance Gal that I am;
Get it? You know, like Renaissance Man...
I do a lot of things...
but I'm a girl...
and the whole medieval theme...
Allow me to recover.
Being the gal that I am, I adore playing dress up.
The top that has brought me to these glorious heights of delusional fantasy was purchased for less than $10 at Thrift NoHo. (Which has swiftly become one of my favorite places to shop, by the way.)
It has a great feudal feel. how's that for alliteration?
Not to mention the awesome stripes
and the sleeves that happen to cover the back of my hand.
How very Maid Marian of me!
Today was the day to be that pretty princess that every
girl, woman, grandma
I don't care what age you are, you've got that princess inside somewhere.
Let her out.