my new (old) coat

 Just a quick shout out to Revolution in White River Junction, Vermont, and Kim who finds these gems. I was looking for a high collar wool coat, and there it is. The first major snow of the season gave me an occasion to wear it.

clothes swap, 2019 edition

 Here is how it is done: Women bring bags of clothes, and one at a time, they show what they brought and pile it on a chair.

We comment, "oh, that would look so good on so and so..."

 "You should try that one on..."

 "How does this close?"

                                                                                                      "It fits perfectly"

                                                    "Let's check out this pile"

 (Sometimes, outfits assemble from different sources)

Is it me? When would I wear it?

This time, I hosted. After everyone had left, this top that I had been ready to surrender was still hanging around. I'm happy to keep it for a second go!

Associative clothing 4: Georgia O'Keefe

What happens when you wait for your mother outside a building? You watch the world go by, and, with more waiting, you set the timer on your phone and start taking selfies. The results this time made me wonder whether I was channeling Georgia O'Keefe, unconsciously. But the number on the building uncannily reminded me of the famous gallery opened by Alfred Stieglitz with whom O'Keefe was long associated (the gallery and the man). It was simply named "291" after its address on Fifth Avenue.  

Back in the New York apartment where I stay when visiting aforementioned mother, I took this photo. The dress is by a Vermont mother/daughter owned company called Salam. It also reminds me of O'Keefe's ascetic style. 

Finally, rather randomly, the Bard Graduate Center is holding an exhibit on women and fashion in the First World War. The Great war was an important turning point for women, as their presence in the work force meant more freedom of movement, which made their clothing looser and less cumbersome.

And, as a final note, my friend Reena, a poet and a thrifter, in the luscious light and colors of autumn, proudly wearing her newest acquisition.