My apologies to Donny and Marie for the title of this post.
I'm linking up to Visible Monday over at Not Dead Yet Style, since my most recent post doesn't have any outfits. Sad, I know.
Where I come from, to say someone is crunchy is to call them a hippie of the '70s kind, settled down onto a nice commune somewhere making their own everything and of course making homemade granola because they are into 'health food'. It's the granola that is crunchy. I don't eat granola anymore, nor do I make it though I once did. I confess to owning one or two tie-dyed items of clothing. I shave my legs as often as the next woman, armpits too, though some friends once told me I was a few armpit hairs away from being granola. I wasn't even wearing Birkenstocks at the time either. Sheesh!
But I also have a thing for black leather and buckles. I think I am working on a personal style called Hippie Librarian Goes to a Rock Concert. I'm sure it could work.
I was very excited to see spring weather showing up in my little corner of Canada, which is already the mildest part of the country anyhow so I suppose I can't complain......much. But typically of spring, after being teased with some warm sunny days we are back to some cold, windy and rainy drech. I had excitedly arranged a selection of warmer weather outfits, pondering which would be the special one I'd wear on Friday, because once a month I meet up with my dear friend Sheila and we have a coffee and chat and share a bit of the writing we are doing. It's a writer's group of two because we are not really big group people. With just the two of us we have a place of trust and safety, as well as a good excuse to regularly get together. The meet up was postponed at the end of March and pushed up to April 4 and I suddenly found that the outfit I had prepared was not going to be warm enough.
Then I remembered that I had a new to me black leather jacket. Although I had put my black boots at the back of my closet, telling myself I was done with black until autumn, I changed my mind. As we all know, women are allowed to do that. I pulled out a dress which I have not worn in a few years but refused to let go of, and then I changed my mind again. So here, for your viewing pleasure, is what I wore and what I didn't wear.
I was a restless model apparently as there is some movement blurring going on in this photo and there is a look in my eyes of plotting escape.
I love a bit of a hippie/granny/flower child/Holly Hobbie look but I don't like to look too sweet. Honestly, it is too bad I missed the whole grunge thing with the baby doll dresses and Doc's because it's really very me. Now that I'm pushing fifty and have glasses and an adult son, I can't really picture myself as a wild child. But rocker-granny, I think I can dip my toes into that sometimes.
denim skirt, long tank and leather jacket all thrifted-yay!
I am not sure about this dress. It's too sweet for my taste on it's own, and yet I also love it. I have to toughen it up a little and something has to be done about those sleeves. They are short on me and the cuff can't be buttoned. If I roll them up they just come down seconds later. Thoughts, suggestions and opinions wanted.
1. Getting ready to go on stage for my Country Music debut. Where did I put my guitar?
2. About to jump on my motorcycle and ride to the knitting club.
3. The cows need milking!
4. About to break out into a Highland Fling...ah, memories of my childhood.
Note to self: get that vest tailored to fit better.