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I Love Ferdinand

9 May

Last week, I was flipping through the Portland Phoenix as I waited for my delicious sandwich at Punky’s, and I noticed something weird. Ferdinand, one of my favorite local stores, was listed as “Best Last-Minute Costume Shop” in the Portland Best Readers Poll. As someone who buys a good portion of her everyday clothes there, I was kinda offended. The blurb, while no doubt written by someone who loves Ferdinand, does the store a disservice by treating it like a joke.

Ferdinand, which is owned by my friend Diane and staffed by her and Maddie (of Gertrude Knickerbocker, Find, and Moody Lords fame), does have plenty of vintage sweaters, dresses, slips, and shirts, but I’d hardly classify it as a clothing store, let alone a costume shop. It also has the “quirky* brooches” mentioned in the article, but I wear my hamburger pin almost every day, and nobody asks me if I’m wearing a costume.

Ferdinand is the first place I go when I’m looking for a birthday present, because there’s something for everyone there: handmade, stylish jewelry (almost all under fifteen dollars), letterpressed stationery (much of which is made by Diane right in the store), adorable, durable catnip mice by Doonyaya, art prints and posters, cute boots and shoes, four dollar silk scarves, eyeglass cases, journals, stuffed animals, screen-printed tshirts and onesies, sunglasses, mugs, and even hula hoops! The eclectic selection is constantly changing, and features many talented local artists, not to mention the mind-boggling amount of stuff that Diane makes herself.

Most of the clothing I’ve gotten at Ferdinand has gone into heavy rotation, including tshirts, altered vintage skirts, and underpants that feel like they’re custom-made for my butt. I also bought a gorgeous, floor-length vintage halter dress that I wore to Jay and Althea’s wedding reception. It’s fully-lined, fits me perfectly, and has a matching wrap jacket. I paid around fifteen bucks for it.

photo by Audrey Hotchkiss, who can be hired to take photos that make you look this good

I don’t disagree with the “last-minute” part of the Phoenix article: if you need earrings to match your outfit, Ferdinand has them, and they’re five dollars. If you need a card for any occasion, Ferdinand has one (or five). If you get cold, Ferdinand has sweaters in every color.

Diane and I have talked before about how awesome it would be if every day was Halloween, if people could just stop caring what others thought of them and wore whatever they want. But to say that she “cares far more about fun than fashion,” implies that fashion and fun are mutually exclusive, and I don’t buy that. Plus, while Ferdinand may be a store with a sense of humor, that doesn’t mean that Diane isn’t serious about what she’s doing. She works hard to keep her store, and by extension Portland, awesome and unique.

Diane

And she looks great doing it.

*As a person frequently referred to as “quirky,” I am so sick of this word. I feel like it’s become a euphemism, and I wish people weren’t scared to say what they really mean. Seriously, stop calling me “quirky.” I know you meant to say “weird” or possibly “borderline autistic.” I know I’m weird. Weird isn’t a pejorative.

Stuff and Junk: April 24, 2011

24 Apr

So, I’ve been super bad at updating my blog, but here’s some other stuff I’ve been into lately:

lovely picture

16 Feb

I clicked on this thumbnail on Tumblr because I thought this lady was wearing a turban, and I was all, “Holy crap, she’s wearing a turban and doesn’t look like a weirdo hipster fortune teller  from the 1920s*.” I probably need my eyes checked, because she’s totally not wearing a turban.

However, she does look totally awesome. Her outfit should be outrageously boring, but her otherwise almost austere look is perfectly contrasted with a pile of tough, covetable jewels. Also, now I want coffee.

*Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Frankly, if you can rock the weirdo hipster fortune teller from the 1920s look, I’m super jealous.

weathered leather

20 Jan

Hey, remember when Dooney & Bourke made classy, durable leather bags instead of overpriced bullshit like this?

Yeah, me either, but before Lindsay Lohan was even born, they totally made gorgeous stuff. Lately I’ve been seeing some awesome old bags on Etsy that are way cheaper (and less likely to be passé after one season) than this initial-encrusted bullshit. Some examples:

Personally, I prefer the bags without the duck logo, because I hate big logos, but the leather duck is still way better than the all-over initial print.

I’m not the type to have any kind of brand loyalty, with the possible exceptions of L.L. Bean and Doc Martens, but I am dismayed that brands that initially became popular due to craftsmanship and timeless style are now popular just for being popular. The bags I posted above would be covetable even if all the logos were removed. The same cannot be said for most of Dooney & Bourke’s recent bags.

if you removed the logos from this bag, you'd be left with just handles

Coach has had the same problem in recent years. Can you believe that the people who brought you these multicolored monstrosities:

…also created these gorgeous, buttery soft purses?

 

Everything I’ve posted here is less than a hundred dollars, some of it way less, and that’s just for these two brands. There’s so many more awesome vintage and handmade handbags on Etsy alone, not to mention stores like Find, Material Objects, Good Cause Thrift Shop, Ferdinand, and Goodwill.

So let's give shit like this a rest, okay?

stuff and junk: January 18, 2011

18 Jan

 

  • Maybe I’m just sentimental because I know someone who wears Opium, but I love the writing on this perfume blog: “Opium was so much more than a fragrance. It became an identity. Just as Chanel No. 5 showed its wearer as someone elegant and timeless (or at least trying to be elegant and timeless), the woman who wore Opium signaled that her life was rife with exoticism and secrets, even if she lived in a split level in the suburbs”.
  • I have some cool new stuff in my Etsy shop, and you should buy it all. Use coupon code “SWEETDISORDER” and get 20% off just for reading my blog! Holy crap! What a deal!

  • Allie of Broke207 introduced me to the champagne cocktail. I’m all about anything with a sugarcube in it.
  • Go listen to this album. My boyfriend and dear friends made it, and I took the picture on the front (other cool albums).
  • Here’s a good picture to bring to your hairdresser:

  • Those awesome Sally Hansen nail polish strips are at CVS on Congress Street now, so buy them before I do.
  • I’m going to make a fashion-themed mixtape for you guys. Any requests? Don’t worry, I could never forget “Raspberry Beret.” Also, is there a good website to make an internet mixtape? Do I sound eighty years old when I ask that? Let me know.

she walked in through the out door

treasures

13 Jan

I’ve been making some treasuries on Etsy. Audrey started doing it, then I did, and I’ve discovered that treasury-making may be habit-forming.

(click on pictures to see the full treasury)

this one features a superhot dress from GrandmaJune

 

this one is creepy

 

this one makes me think of Aunt Kelly

the best picture you’ll ever see

12 Jan

Oh the hair.

snowed in

1 Jan

Here’s what I’d wear if I were filthy rich and had a snow day.

booties

1 Jan

My package didn’t come in time for the party, but that’s okay because I found this amazing thing in Mandy’s Etsy shop:

I wish I had smaller feet. This is the best outfit ever.

in defense of Taylor Momsen’s borderline-pornographic outfits.

14 Nov

I don’t watch Gossip Girl, so I don’t really know anything about Taylor Momsen. What I do know is that the entire internet is freaking out because she is seventeen and wearing more eyeliner than clothing.

While I realize that Taylor’s outfits are pretty inappropriate for someone who isn’t old enough to vote, I can’t be offended by this. Why? Because this is exactly how I would have dressed at seventeen if I had only had the money/lack of parental supervision.

At seventeen, more than anything, I wanted to look sexy and tough, probably because, at seventeen, I wasn’t either of those things. I was a breastless string bean whose parents once punished her by taking away the book she was reading.

You may remember from earlier posts what happened when I got to college:

I can only assume it is natural for teenage girls to wear bras as shirts.

Cut Taylor Momsen some slack, because you know your teenage self would kill for those boots she’s wearing in the second picture.