But it in the meantime, it came with this great grey pleather belt. I was suspicious of belts before, because I like the billowy loose fits of recent trends. But thanks to a number of style bloggers (see right), I've been slowly embracing them again. I tried on the blazer with the belt at my natural waist and decided that the late 1970s/early 80s black/grey/camel combo might look awesome with jeans. My only jeans not in the hamper were all stretched out, so I tried it with what has otherwise been a problematic denim skirt (it bunches funny on top, and the waist gaps.) The end result works great, because the blazer has enough structure to hide any denim awkwardness. One of my dearest friends in the whole world recently moved just outside of Portland, Oregon this past year. She was a big influence on my evolving (aka non-existent) style during graduate school, and I think she would approve of this outfit. (Also, the hilariously right-on Winona of Daddy Likey lives there. You that Portland is a seriously stylish place).
Today is 43 degrees and sunny in Brooklyn. Since my clothes (and tights, and hair) are badly in need of washing, I decided to do what was unthinkable two weeks ago: debut bare legs.
Blazer (and belt): Pendleton, about $8 as half of a suit, including shipping), ebay seller Maggie's Farm Treasures
Skirt: H&M (2 or 3 years ago), $20
T-straps, Naturalizer, $45