Fatal if swallowed
Even a trip to the hospital deserves some sartorial consideration. Especially if you can’t really walk and people might stare.
The Gimme the Pills, Please outfit
Prada navy / blue loafers
I believe in the healing power of special shoes. They may not fix your injury, but they can fix your look. The blue accent on blue base, the lines, the toe shape, all conspire to cheer me up, particularly after days of having to wear sneakers.
Chanel Portobello flap bag
A cheek-to-ankle black coat requires some sheen and a slight chain to counterbalance. And I can fit much-needed pills in here without fear of them falling out as I limp.
Jones funnel coat
RIP Nordstrom Rack, where this guy was waiting for me in the women’s outerwear section. Women’s jackets and coats suit me better because I have short arms, and the sleeves on this coat are no exception. My personal rule for coats is that it must hit at the knee at minimum (I cannot abide any coat that hits anyone mid-thigh, but if that’s your jam…). This hits close to my ankle. I appreciate any outerwear that wears like religious garb and turns your walk slightly ceremonial. The one drawback: he’s admittedly somewhat plain, but you can always find a way to fix that…
Flower brooches
These were what I needed for the Jones coat. Found in the same vintage shop in Shimokitazawa where I bought the orange scarf.
I’m not into pretty flowers. These are fantastically abstract, almost alien and gnarled. I like to think that they’re fatal if swallowed. The way in which the petals are constructed and assembled together gives them true bulbous dimension.
Pinning them to a lapel felt banal. I tried applying them to a black baseball cap but it ended up looking like a really dumb fascinator. On a whim, I pinned them as cufflinks to the Jones coat. Whenever I say “oooh” to myself while testing things out, I know the Lord is guiding me down the right path.