On Friday, when I met Hedvig's sister cause they came to our part of town to talk blogs and meet Natayla, Hedvig wore short shorts. I've been spotting (& occasionally, dotting) girls in short shorts with black tights for a year now, but somehow, the way Hedvig wore it, she's got me in the mood to wear mine today. I wish I had a fringed cowboy shirt like this, but I'm wearing mine with a beautiful Margaret Thatcher era blouse that I borrowed from my mom, who I think got it as a present from her Aunt Ruth, and probably never wore. It's probably expensive.
You might notice that Hedvig has the same head in most of my shots of her: 3/4, turned in the same direction. That's what she likes. She doesn't like smiley shots but sometimes I trick her by saying or doing something stupid just when I'm clicking the shutter. It's become a little challenge for me: making Hedvig smile. The truth is, in real life, she's smiling all the time. Laughing, too.
Hedvig's boots, as in previous post, are new, by Acne. Her linen blazer is by Zara. Her bag is also new, and by Longchamp (that's the bag, she bought it online). And the shorts are ancient Levi's that she's had 'forever'. Her 'lovely silk blouse', in her words 'is from Erin Wasson the model, my sweet girlfriends back in Norway gave me a voucher on shopbop online for my last birthday, as they thought it was a good idea that I got something I really wanted for myself, I ended up with this blouse and a beautiful necklace.'
So that's something old, something new, something borrowed- okay, gifted, and something blue. My little ensemble today is the same, as I've borrowed my blouse from my mom. Am I the only one? Does anyone else do that, too? Sometimes when I get dressed, especially if it's something I'm feeling a bit superstitious about - like flying - I like to tick off the boxes. Old? Tick. New? Ish. Borrowed? If charity shops count. Blue? Most likely. I