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My new job brings me back to my hometown quite often. I work as the executive director for the McCall-Donnelly Education Foundation, which is located in the small mountain town of McCall, ID. I grew up in this quiet place, perched on the edge of glacial Payette Lake. Boise is now the place I call home, but McCall will always be my birthplace – the little corner of the earth from which I sprang.

Returning here so frequently has provided me with unexpected peace of mind. I aimed to leave Idaho far behind when I left McCall at 18, but what I’ve found in the ensuing 10 years is that I’ve developed a deep reverence for my connection to this place. My mother still lives in the same cozy log cabin I grew in, and every time I return for work, my room is there waiting for me. Same as it’s always been.

My last visit to McCall happened to be during the first true snowstorm of the year. It came as they usually do – late at night and with plenty of shutter-knocking wind. The next day was breathtaking – Payette Lake was a cold, steel grey and the sky billowed with heavy clouds. Mom and I drove around the east side of the lake to walk along our favorite stretch of road. It’s a place I’ve walked all my life.

Sweater: Wool – purchased new from J Crew.
Skirt: Wool – purchased at a thrift store.
Scarf: Silk – purchased at a thrift store.
Boots: Waterproof leather with wool lining – purchased at a thrift store.

The water is thin and clear like chopped glass, the land rolling beyond like McCall’s ancient, fabled lake dragon – Sharlie. When I was a child, I was terrified Sharlie might gobble me up during one of my many timid, water-wing enhanced swims out beyond the buoy line.

Home. On this day I am wearing a custom perfume by Caitlyn Davies of Intentions Perfumery. The blend contains silver fir, amber, oak moss, and patchouli. It smells just like walking through a high mountain forest, which is why we named it Payette. It’s the perfect aroma to compliment this day.

This graffiti-covered slab of mossy granite marks the turnout for “the cliffs” – a series of giant rock faces jutting out of the lake that shoot down into the water far enough to make for some fantastic jumping spots. When I was young, my fear of whatever might be lurking beneath the deep blue Payette would all too often leave me quivering near the edge, in my lifejacket, unable to jump. Memories are with me wherever I go in this place.

Earrings: Hand-hammered steel & bronze – made by Hazel Cox.
Necklace: Hand-hammered bronze, silk threads – Hazel Cox strikes again.
Rings: Silver band – made by Mike Rogers / Gold, diamond, elk ivory – made by Glade Davis.

This is me, sitting in the same area that the first two shots were taken, about 20 years ago. Such a mystery why I was unfailingly called “young man” most of my childhood, isn’t it?

My dad took this shot. I fed that chipmunk almost all of my jelly donut, making sure to save the gooey center for myself. I figured the jelly would only get his paws all gummy, anyway…..

 

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My first winter living in Boise was magic. I was 18, had just left my hometown of McCall for my first semester of college, and met friends who made me forget entirely the burden of my studies for the sake of more enthralling things, like whiskey and art (or the pursuit of). Many of these friends are with me still (Jessica Holmes, our darling Thursday blogette, being one of them), and I think she can agree that together our group of “art fags” (not my phrasing – ask our ring leaders, the Pierce Brothersabout that one) contained the perfect balance of naïve pretension and genuine talent to propel us all to our respective corners of the Boise art world, where we stubbornly stay put.

One particular person, who’s since moved away, comes to mind every year during the autumnal shift – Sarah Gessler. She was small, pixie-like, and had a jaw-dropping voice. She loved singing in the snow because the muffling, white billows made for incredible acoustics along the downtown corridors. She’d stride along the sidewalks, bundled up in some of the most uniquely elegant outfits I’d ever seen, and project her song wherever she pleased.

The day I bought this fantastic black bustier, I was preparing for a date with my newly acquired manfriend (an artist! dare I feign a swoon…) It was Valentine’s Day 2002, and I was a flurry of nerves. I met Sarah for coffee that afternoon and showed her the top. Her reaction was so classically Sarah – she burst into song. “TRA, LA, LA, BUSTIER! TRAA LAA LAAAA BUUUSTIEEER!” A perfectly-pitched, operatic ode to my breast smasher. I took that to mean she approved.

Bustier: Black velvet – by INC. Purchased new.
Skirt: Wool – made around 1970 by Christian Dior.  Got it for a song at a thrift store.

Appropriately enough, these pictures were all taken in the Rose Room, which is where this group of friends and I held a couple massive art shows, almost 10 years ago now……winter truly is the season of return and reflection.

Earrings: Silver, copper, pearl – handcrafted by Hazel Cox.
Bracelet: Nickel – Sergio Collection.
Rings: The one I always wear & a gorgeous silver band crafted by Mike Rogers of Precious Metals.

Now that I’m a “big kid” and am (mostly) no longer sloughing off responsibilities in favor of running around town playing “artist”, I sometimes have to dress like an adult. Enter jacket and scarf…..

Jacket: Wool – made around 1970 by The Villager. Purchased at a thrift store.
Scarf: Silk – purchased at a thrift store.
Bag: Matt & Nat. Purchased new.
Boots: Leather – by Frye. Purchased new.

I no longer have the obstinate, youthful fortitude to wear a bustier all day.
Thank you, well-tailored cotton t-shirt.

Thank you, Rose Room, for your near-celestial lighting.
Thanks also to Bethany, for your incredible camera skills – you’re an f-stop superhero.


 

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I met Ira Glass on the day I wore this outfit. I even got to hand him a Story Story Night poster depicting him as a potato (welcome to Idaho, Ira).

Thankfully, I wasn’t spotted by any oompa loompas. If they’d seen me, Mr. Wonka’s minion surely would have mistaken me for Miss Violet Beauregard and wheeled me off to some unknown corner of the world. And then I never would have met Ira. And that would have made me sad.

I know I risk being mistaken for a giant blueberry in this coat, but I absolutely must wear it. Any opportunity I get. It is amazing.

(The other stuff I’m wearing is pretty great too.)

Coat: Worsted wool – made around 1950 by Hirshcraft. Purchased at an antique store. Scarf: Raw silk – new. A gift from mom. Clutch: Bakelite – made around 1950.  Once belonged to my manfriend’s grandmother.


Blouse: Silk, lace, abalone buttons – made around 1900 (over 100 years old, and this top still looks incredible. I don’t think I can ever buy new clothing again….) Purchased at a vintage clothing store. Skirt: Velvet – made around 1960 by The Villager. Purchased at a vintage clothing store.

Earrings: Black pearls – new. A gift from mom. Necklace: Pearls & silver – made around 1890. Once belonged to my great-grandmother. Rings: Diamond & gold – made around 1920. Purchased at an antique store. Gold filigree – made around 1910. Once belonged to my other great-grandmother.

Shoes: Patent leather, brass – made around 1970 by Selby. Purchased at a thrift store.

I love the way this necklace so perfectly complements the detailing on the blouse. They were both made around the same era, so they really do belong together.

Something I’ve noticed as I build my vintage wardrobe is that eras in fashion can oftentimes be paired to create a unique look that represents multiple decades of style. In this outfit alone, I am spanning more than 100 years of design. Beautiful.

 

 

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