Sunday, January 29, 2012


Dear Downton Abbey,

You are too sad. Weepyteartimes.

That is all.

Lady C.

(not to be confused with Lady Mary, who is very sad, sadder than me and for goddamnmotherfuckinggood reason.)

Monday, January 23, 2012

Dear Sir Cardigan,

Sir, I think you occasionally read this here blawg. At least I hope you do. I mean, what kind of Sir doesn't read his Lady's blawg? So when you read this post, I hope you will consider it seriously.

I read an article on the airplane today about two very fashionable men who make clothings (GABRIEL GARCIA AND OUIGI THEODORE, owners, The Brooklyn Circus, a clothing line and boutique), and have the raddest style on earth. I guess it's nothing new, but it's NEW to ME, so therefore it will be extra-new to you, Sir.

Sir, I would like you to dress like them. And, I could thrift the crap out of clothes like this.

Okay, so to be honest, I read about these young men in Hemispheres Magazine, that HARBINGER of the FASHION. Here is the link, but, more importantly here is the photo:

And...the text about what they're wearing:

Garcia (left): All Brooklyn Circus designs except for vintage scarf
Theodore: Tricker’s boots, vintage White Stag jacket and Brooklyn Circus pants and hat

What I like about this is that they dress fussily in the best way. There are details on their clothes. Like the stripes on Garcia's jacket, and their charming hats. But they are still Boys. And they could fix a sink or serve happy hour cocktails in those get-ups. Multi-functional.

Sir, there are some challenging problems with this style for you. A) They wear shoes with laces (dear readers, Sir Cardigan does not wear shoes with laces. I KNOW.); B) Rolled up dungarees are not your comfort zone; and C) They are wearing many layers and I am aware that you complain of being too hot if you are not wearing ONLY your short-sleeved Macy's-brand hawaiian shirt.

Sir, if you get over these "problems," I will make you a Brooklyn Circus Poster Man. Okay? Okay.

Love Lady Cardigan


I am traveling. You know what that means! Fun blawgy time! And it's a long-ish trip for me so YOU are in for a TREAT. Watch this space for weeping sentimentality.

Speaking of which, have you ever watched the television program called "The Bachelor?" I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU DO NOT BECAUSE YOUR EYEBALLS WILL BURN THE FURY OF A HUNDRED YEARS OF FEMINISM AND THREATEN TO FLY OUT OF YOUR HEAD AT THE TV. The only cure is one bottle of white wine.


You guys, I have worn so many cute and thrifty things lately. I am so sorry that my photo-taking ability is in winter hibernation. Dark at night + crazy busy = no photos. But if I had to choose my favorite recent outfit, it would have to be my new (vintage) wool plaid poncho-cape. Lurve. I know, I tease. Someday.



Dear Cell Phone,

I fucking hate you. I hate how you pretend you are going to do what I want you to do but then your spinny thing just spins for bazillternity and so then I press the back button and you are all, oh hey, hi i was just about to do the thing you wanted but if you don't want to now, no big, fine, here's a sneak peek of what you were gonna see, but now, whatever, start over, ha ha ha ha.

NOT love,

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Because Sir Cardigan has a cool shirt

One time, Sir Cardigan wore a cool shirt - a shirt that I thrifted but never thought he'd actually wear, given my experience with proscribing a style for him that he hates (see BOW TIES). A friend saw it on the facebook and mentioned that he too had this cool shirt.

So, when our friend and his missus visited us up at the inn for the crab feed this past weekend (man, we know how to live!), the boys schemed to wear their matchy-matchy shirts. It's fair to say that they were MOST DEF the cutest gentlemen in the room, and also that maybe they were gonna be playing the late show at the Mendocino hotel, one on accordion and one on the banjo. Yes? Agree? See (that is Sir Cardigan on the right, and our dear friend Shane on the left):

So, because our misters were so ding darn stylish, I tried to spruce up my friend Christine and my outfits too. Truly, Christine needs no sprucing. She's naturally spruced. Blue eyes, blond hair and all that. Still, look at what we were up against.

I had this box of hats that I scored at the Hospice thrift store a few weeks ago - three gorgeous pillbox-ish hats in perfect condition for $8 - but, ummm, who wears hats? It's just all so precious. Also, as I may have mentioned once or twice, I have dreadlocks. Dreadlocks + 1940s hat = kooky lady.

But, I'm trying new things. So as not to bore y'all (or me). Christine wisely stuck with her own pretty little headband (she looked darling). But I strapped on a red satin round hat with a little net. I felt like an organ grinder's monkey. And like I should be serving drinks on TWA in 1964. But, hey, I tried something new! Whaddya think? Is it a keeper? Or just too weird?

In other news, I got these Lilka pajama bottoms on sale at Anthropologie for quite very cheap today. They're adorable. Stupid, but adorable.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The first photo of 2012!

Such excitement over here at Cardiganza HQ. I am wearing a differentish-for-me kind of outfit.

It happened like this. My friend Allison and I had fun passes (that's when your mister lets you off the hook for the night and you can hang with your pal). We held up bar stools at Cafe Rouge, drank a schooner of wine, of course, and ate a bunch of oysters and discussed...ummm, I'm not sure what we discussed but I remember the word fabulous was used with alarming frequency (ahem, see "schooner of wine" above).

Then Allison came back to my pad where I had the world's best skirt for her. It's yellowish with a green ribbon around the hem and vaguely asian scenes of a monkey wearing hats. I KNOW. Too small for me. Lovely on her. And whilst transferring the skirt to her possession, she picked out this outfit for me. I was worried about Bag Lady Syndrome. Whaddya think?

  • Amanda Smith gray and white jersey wraparound dress $4
  • Pink Fluevog boots $35
  • Bangles $4
  • Clip on silver danglies $1
  • Pink sheer scarf headband $1
Not thrifted:
  • White tights $4
  • White tank $?
  • Jones New York green cardigan $0 (very old, from the pre- days!)
What I would change about this outfit now that I've seen the photo:
  • Belt the sweater on the outside? That's what I think. I just like a snug sweater. Weird.
  • Not sure if the white tights were right. Maybe I shoulda done another color or nothing. But it was nippy out and time was short, blah blah blah.
  • I honestly thought when Allison left my house that night that there was no way I would wear this outfit. I mean, I don't wear dresses. And the cardigan is baggy. And, dude, the Fluevogs with it? But, I trust her style sense so I left it on the ready rack. And...I don't hate it! Wearing a dress is really quite comfortable. And the Fluevogs, well, they can't be beat in terms of comfort and cute-fort.

    All in all, I liked it more than I thought I would. And it's a look I hadn't tried before, so that's cool, right?
Total outfit cost: $49

Thursday, January 5, 2012

It's only fair

So, yeah, the masthead right now is comprised of my favorite thrift store outfits of 2011 (you can vote over there on the right, y'know).

It seems only fair that I should also highlight my most mortifying moments, too. Of which there were many.
Let's call them learning opportunities. Sigh.

In no special order (and you can click on the photo to embiggen. IF YOU MUST.):

A. ------->
Image on the right ------->
The pink skirt with blue and white sheer blouse get up on the right is from June 1, 2011...I called it "lessons in incorrect dressing."

This could have been a perfectly cute outfit if the shirt fit. But no. I really need to give that pink pleated skirt another chance.

B. <------
Image on left <------
I can't really explain why I look so damn sad in the outfit shown on the left. It was June 11, 2011. I believe I used the phrase oompa loompa to describe it. Apt.

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I so want to be the girl that can wear a long white white sleeveless dress with fab jewelry and shoes and maybe a scarf. Like a lady in a spiegel catalog. Suffice to say I am not that lady, as June 21, 2011 proved. Ick.

D. <------
Image on left <------
At least on June 7, 2011, it wasn't really that I put the clothes together wrong. I just can't carry off this dress. Lumpy. I love red with polky dots but this went on the giveaway pile the minute I took it off.

E. ------->
Image on right ------->
Apparently, June was not my month. Well, actually, it's just that I was new at this in June. So I made a LOT of mistakes. Like June 19, 2011. WTF? Could I BE shorter?

F. <------
Image on left <------
Man, I was really TRYING in the outfit I wore on August 8, 2011. Blech. I gave the skirt away. I'm gonna try the jacket again though.

G. ------->
Image on right ------->
Last one. Worst one, I think, because I like each individual item but I put them together in the most horrible way possible on September 16, 2011.

Yes, it's true that my selections for worst outfits of 2011 are also really unfortunate photographs of me. But, I covered up the head part and just looked at the clothings in order to choose. Still, yeeeeeek. Bad photos, my gawd.

Okay! Moving on!


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

A teeny little roundup to start the year off righty

I love me some ny resolutions. Mostly cuz I love goals any ol' time. Wait. Mostly cuz I love REACHING goals, not just having goals. I am an achievement whore. So, while I have some other goals related to work and the inn and whathaveyou, I have a couple this-here-blawg-appropriate goals:

:: Lose 30 pounds. Some of which I already lost but need to re-lose, dammit. Yes, I'm back on Medifast.

:: Finally, finally, finally get rid of the piles and piles of old clothes that have become a mountain in my house.

:: Focus my thrifting on inn and home needs for the next few months.

:: Sell and/or give away the special clothing items that don't work me.

:: Actually do the couch-to-5k thing I've been threatening to do for about a year now.

This article is not at all surprising but still disconcerting. Particularly:

:: "This translates into a sobering reality: once we become fat, most of us, despite our best efforts, will probably stay fat." Eeek.

:: " lose weight and keep it off, a person must eat fewer calories and exercise far more than a person who maintains the same weight naturally." I've always been kind of frustrated at watching slender friends consume delicious food with little or no consequences. Nice to see why in black and white.

:: "...the pace of weight loss is unlikely to make a difference, because the body’s warning system is based solely on how much fat a person loses, not how quickly he or she loses it." Good to know. Lots of people have said slow is better, but, turns out...maybe not.

Truth is, one of the reasons why I delayed losing weight for so long is because of what this article makes clear: maintaining weight loss requires hypervigilance forever. Forever. In other words, I knew that once I started the diet, I'd never, ever be able to get off it. So, there you are. Boo. But also, oh well! It is what it is.

In an as-yet unmatched show of embarrassing narcissism, I have selected my favorite thrift-store-get-ups from 2011. If that sentence doesn't make you want to vomit, then you may vote on your favorite in the poll on my sidebar over there on the right. Why? Hmmm. Well, I am a highly-trained internet consultant and I'm told that interactivity on this here blawg is good. So there you are, go forth and interactivate.

In other and more happifying news: I'm not one for too much selfy-helpy bullshit, but this sounds about right to me. Here's to a happy 2012, friendly friends.

PS. Yes, I will be posting new thrifty outfit photos just as soon as I get back in the swing of the time-consuming daily photo thing.

PPS. It has been suggested that you may want to question Lady Cardigan on issues of style importance. I cannot say that my answers will be helpful or educated, but I do have opinions! Plenty to go around! Email me right here and we'll just see what happens.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Dear Lady Cardigan

Ladies and gentlemanlymen! I have had this post in my head for going on always, and now that I am finally breathing for a goddamn minute, I am making it happen.

Dum-de-dum! Here it is: Dear Lady Cardigan! In which I answer your commented and emailed questions! Please note that I have edited your questions to ferret out perceived subtext and for my own entertainment. And also because I am too lazy/tired/incapable of looking up your actual questions.

Dear Lady Cardigan,

WTF? Where have you been for the last month? Geezus, do you EVEN BLAWG ANYMORE? Boo-hoo, I pressure you to blawg NOW.


The masses of bereft readers

Dear MBRs,

I will blawg whenever the fuck I feel like it. I was busy. The end.

Also, thank you for your interest and concern.

Dear Lady Cardigan,

[Regarding my comments that the outfit in the preceding post felt a little boring to me]What makes it (possibly) boring to you? Is it that it is only a two color outfit as opposed to three, four or more? Or, is it that the colors are not bright? (Genuinely curious, not being snarky!) Love the outfit.

-- Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,

Well, I have no fucking idea why my eyeballs get bored. I too am not being snarky. I genuinely have no idea! You see, I have lived for 46 years without paying attention to the fashion for the most part other than project runway and my high school obsession with junk costume jewelry. But, I have to say, that I do *know what I like.* And I very often see people wearing outfits I admire - usually because they put them together in unexpected ways. I burst of yellow. A teeny bit of red. And I know that I am most very highly pleased when Alice makes me an outfit that I hadn't thought of.

Is it all because I hadn't thought of it so therefore it is good? In other words, if I thought of it, it's not good? Well no. But, truly, while I am having a blast with the art of clothing, I don't have illusions that I am actually *good* at it. I'm not being self-deprecating here, just honest. So when an outfit comes together easily, or, rather TOO easily, I am suspicious of it. And, also, it feels safe. That is NOT to say that I am not looking good in it. Sure. Fine. I am. But I did not delight me. No big.

Did that clear things up for you, Anonymous? Because I remain perplexed.

The Lady C

Dear Lady Cardigan,

[Regarding this post]Wow, a LOT in this blog. It must have been hard to not be able to just buy what you wanted. But obviously there was more to the issue than that, deeper things. And now, owner of 100 skirts, what will you do? Donate most of them back? Per haps the fun was just in the collecting? I have six skirts and think that's too many. It's all perspective, eh? I found this to be a very deep blawg and it's possibly too much for my brain to handle on no coffee. But you are honest and funny and you will work out whatever is niggling at you in your brain.

-- Vegan Wife

Dear V-dub,

Ha ha! V-Dub! Well, I'm afraid we have a situation in which you may be thinking I'm deeper than I am. Nope. I am, however, deeper when drinkie which is not the same as *real and actual* deep. But to answer your specific questions.

A. Was it hard to not buy what I want? No, I don't think so. Kids are stupid and want stupid things. I had what I needed. For realz.

B. And will I now donate a lot of my 100 skirts? Oh DEAR GAWD, NO. I think I should be clear: I LOVE MY CLOTHES. They are stupid fun and don't hurt anyone. So I'm keeping them. However, I do immediately put the ones that didn't work back on to the to donate pile. And the ones that are not my size, I give to friends who will do them justice and usually only a teeny tiny part of me dies inside that they won't be mine.


Dear Lady Cardigan,

Just a technical question. How on earth do you remember what you paid for every item of clothing? Love your blog.

-- Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,

Each and every item of clothing is numbered and logged in my clothing maintenance system with store and price. Then whenever I wear it, I pull the data and report to you.

Actually, I leave the price tag in in whatever I buy.


That's all, pretty ones. I'll be back soon!