You know, since we're all talking about 
The Canadian Tuxedo
Mister Mort, one of the SUPERDUPER STUDS featured recently on Backyard Bill, has, as I've just discovered (how did I manage to miss this?!?), his very own SUPERDUPER EXCELLENT street style blog. And I just adore it. ALL OF IT.I especially admire his sage exploration of the denim tuxedo, which is a particular favorite outfit of my own.
Ladies and Gents, excerpts from 'The Canadian Tuxedo is not always wrong':
If I were you, I'd click on the pictures in order to enlarge them and study their every detail. And then, I'd race on over to Mister Mort and explore the shit out of his blog.L.O.V.E.
SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA
A. I am enchanted by the Civil War. I just am. It's a love affair that is deeply rooted, inexplicable, long-lived, and painfully nerdy.
B. I also very much like Dover Publications.
C. As a marriage of the two, I've dreamt for the past few years of having a rather prominent cats-wearing-1860s-garb tattoo inked on my general back region. The two cats will obviously be wearing era-appropriate costume pulled from the glossy pages of Tom Tierney's American Family of the Civil War Era Paper Dolls. However, since the whole affair is a bit of a commitment, for now...
D. I'm going to settle for this:
Sherman's march through Georgia was all rather gruesome and violent and devastating and reallyreallyreally heinous, which makes for quite a compelling piece of photo-journalism: 'Originally published in a now-rare collector's edition in 1866, this [is a] complete portfolio of works by the only photographer known to have accompanied Sherman on his march...' OH BOY do I want this book!!! This is the sort of thing that the geeky, geeky childhood version of myself would have kept in my nightstand only to pour over every evening before bedtime. Sigh.
E. All of this reminds me of this: 'Sherman's March: A Meditation on the Possibility of Romantic Love In the South During an Era of Nuclear Weapons Proliferation' is an (AWESOME) 1986 film by Ross McElwee about, as stated, finding love in Georgia using the March to the Sea as a compass. It's awesome and weird and very worth seeing. I haven't watched the documentary in years but, oddly enough, my FAVORITE FASHION CUTEPANTSES Vena Cava just posted about it on their blog. Weeeeird.
F. And, for good measure, here's this tidbit from PostSecret:
Saturday night! Party Time! Civil War!
This Thanksgiving, I am especially thankful for American Masters on PBS.
Thanks to you, Public Broadcasting System, for never failing to provide the sort of quality programming that one can enjoy with one's family the night before Thanksgiving. There are few experiences worth savoring quite as much as consuming a bottle of red wine and getting geeked about folk music with one's father whilst watching a beautiful tribute to Woody Guthrie on public television.
Let's all raise a glass in honor of you, American Masters. I love you, PBS.
Let's all raise a glass in honor of you, American Masters. I love you, PBS.
Dear Backyard Bill,
I have a Love, Linzo
PS. The next time you see him, please mention to Todd that I also have that kitty t shirt. And see if he maybe wants to go out on a date or something?
Linzo + Todd Selby = LOVE 4EVZ
Vena Cava + Converse = !!!!
DERRRR, I NEED TO POSSESS THESE SNEAKERS. I really don't know what the deets are, nor do I particularly care. All I really care about is how cute that TFC Lisa Mayock looks with her damn bob and her little yellow triangle dress and that m.fing SHOE.
Am I more or less likely to contract a heinous case of foot fungus while wearing these?
I found these SUPER RAD (ski? Heidi? awesome?) socks at the Village Discount Outlet a few days ago, and I reallyreallyreally want to wear them. As a card-carrying member of the 'I Heart Thrift Stores With a Burning Passion' club, I'm usually quite fearless when it comes to the germs slash dirt slash general health violations left on strangers' old shit. However, socks? Can I do socks? Will I drop dead immediately after I put these on my feet? Why does this exist? Part V
Friday is a good day for a variety of reasons, the two most important of which are that it's Dover Sampler Email Day and American Apparel: Picks of the Week Email Day. I patiently look forward to these weekly emails of shock and delight, and I treasure their arrival in my inbox.
Today, I present to you another installment of 'Why does this exist?':
A cropped, black, leather bustier, American Apparel?!? Now, I haven't seen this piece in person, so I can't judge too harshly, but I'm going to argue that that 'leather' looks a bit like poured-on, Michelle-Pfieffer-cat-woman latex. No?Although, I do think it's sort of precious that our beloved stylist paired the bustier with the rather adorable chambray skirt and a cranberry beret. 'Let's French-up this tacky leather crop top, people!'
ZOMG! NERD ALERT! JC IS FAMOUS!
Jim Crammond, BEST FATHER IN THE WORLD by day and amateur hand-tools woodworker by afternoon/evening , just sent me this SUPER DUPER exciting email:
Hiya Linzo,
You are the first kid on your block to have access to the new marking gauge article in the Feb 2010 issue of Pop. Woodworking. What do you think?
Love, Dad
You are the first kid on your block to have access to the new marking gauge article in the Feb 2010 issue of Pop. Woodworking. What do you think?
Love, Dad
!!!!!
Woodworking using antique hand-tools is simply a hobby for my Pops, but in the last few years he's become a bit more active in the teaching and publishing side of it. This article is a SUPER BIG DEAL for us because JC's just a dude, with an extremely hip, intelligent, supportive ESL teacher of a daughter, who likes to make beautiful things out of wood after working all day along the railroad. And and and! Popular Woodworking is, like, the The Beatles of the woodworking publications. The TESOL of the field, for those of you who feel more comfortable speaking in terms of Applied Linguistics. The Chanel ballet flat of the genre, if you will.
My house (and Rachel's!) is chocked full of JC originals, including my bookshelf, rocking chair, and most of my side slash end slash coffee tables:
I even got a nod in his writer's blurb thingy!
By day, Jim Crammond supports himself as a civil engineer... His avocation is learning about and practicing hand-tool woodworking and Windsor chairmaking. He prefers to work in period styles, espeically Queen Anne and Federal, but much of his recent output has been dictated by the domestic needs of his twenty-something daughter.
Early-on in the process, I suggested that he submit this photo as his headshot for the story:
However, that was met with an emphatic no. I LOVE YOU TOO, JC!!!
It's a proud day for us Crammonds.
Woodworking using antique hand-tools is simply a hobby for my Pops, but in the last few years he's become a bit more active in the teaching and publishing side of it. This article is a SUPER BIG DEAL for us because JC's just a dude, with an extremely hip, intelligent, supportive ESL teacher of a daughter, who likes to make beautiful things out of wood after working all day along the railroad. And and and! Popular Woodworking is, like, the The Beatles of the woodworking publications. The TESOL of the field, for those of you who feel more comfortable speaking in terms of Applied Linguistics. The Chanel ballet flat of the genre, if you will.
My house (and Rachel's!) is chocked full of JC originals, including my bookshelf, rocking chair, and most of my side slash end slash coffee tables:
I even got a nod in his writer's blurb thingy!
By day, Jim Crammond supports himself as a civil engineer... His avocation is learning about and practicing hand-tool woodworking and Windsor chairmaking. He prefers to work in period styles, espeically Queen Anne and Federal, but much of his recent output has been dictated by the domestic needs of his twenty-something daughter.
Early-on in the process, I suggested that he submit this photo as his headshot for the story:
However, that was met with an emphatic no. I LOVE YOU TOO, JC!!!It's a proud day for us Crammonds.
A braid? To wear around my neck? As a scarf?
Insies.
Total chaos-begot-by-adorability* ensues.Exhibit A: Cophenhagen Street Style
Exhibit B: Uniform Natural Purple Braided Neck Loop
*Adorability is an honest-to-God, real word.
Today may or may not be the day that Mr. Cat turns 5.
It's all a bit hard to tell because A) Dudley's general language skills are a bit behind that of a human's and B) I'm not techincally his mother, so I wasn't actually there for his birth. However, I do know that Dudley Polkadot Crammond was born under some porch in some part of Michigan on some day in November. And, thus, Dudley Polkadot Crammond is 5 f.ing years old.HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAT! YOU RULE TIMES INFINITY.
Alexa Chung has got a ridiculous set of stems.
That is all.
(And also, WHAT is that overall-cut-off-jumper-concoction? It is CUTE.)
(So are the Ferragamos.)
I think I might have a Minnetonka Problem.
And it is quite possible that there are more, unlocated pairs hidden about my home. This picture makes me feel a little uncomfortable about my penchat toward collections.Do you have a wonderous rear end?
Personally, I need the Let's Sail Away version to match my 'Come Sail Away: Class of '78' black, glittery t.shirt. 
Thank you, In God We Trust.Dores Vintage = Too F*#@ing Precious
TFC. This is all just unhandleably adorb. Gosh, I feel like if I'm not careful, I could go and spend my entire direct-deposited-at-midnight-tonight-CST paycheck on this sort of darling-ness. Shopping is not a productive hobby.PS. Awesome blog, too. Have I already said that?
Just call me Lindsay 'The Chambray' Crammond.
Because I've got the COOLEST chambray shirt on the block. I got her off Etsy a bit ago, and, while she's not much to look at on the hanger, she is foxxxy on the person. In fact, a student informed me today that I look quite a lot like a flight attendant while wearing her. Which, although inaccurate (obviously having something to do with said student's lack of American cowboy-culture knowledge), is a nice thought nonetheless.
Of course, whilst attempting to get just one, decent picture of myself-in-chambray, Mr. Cat got all up in my beeswax:
As he's made perfectly clear time and time again, ain't nothing goes on in this house without his input. Thank you, Dudley.
From there, I figured I might as well call it a family photo event and grab the Mona for a shot or two. While her glamour shot is only minimally succssful, she sure does have a handsome profile!
Also also also, this vintage LEVI'S chambray work shirt came in the mail for me today. It's pretty big. And pretty hangy-off-my-body. AND PRETTY AWESOME.
The moral of my story? Chambray is da bomb.
I like Native Americans, Motorcycles, ESL, and Blond Bobs!
Opening Ceremony slash Pendleton, stop begetting all of these KILLER Navajo jackets that cost $500 each and, ultimately, would make me a better woman. Just stop it. I've got cats to feed and bills to pay.
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