But another item of clothing can also play a crucial role in the way an outfit comes—or doesn't come—together.
I will give you a hint: it is four letters long, and has another meaning.
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I'll give you another hint: there is another four-letter long word, also an article of clothing, that also has another meaning, and that other meaning is the same as the other meaning of the original word I was talking about.
Does that make sense? Will Shortz made it sound so clear when it was the NPR Sunday Puzzle challenge a few months ago.
I'll give you a third hint: it's a belt!
(Can you guess the other four-letter article of clothing? Here's a hint: I am not wearing any in these photos, or, I think, in any photos on Dressopotamia.)
|Photo by Janet Turley|
(A: Sock. Get it?)
I came across Embarrassed Zebra on a recent trip to London, at Paper Dress Vintage, the same cute shop where I found Dagenham.
I'm on their email list now, and I eat my heart out when I see the new stuff they've got coming in. Do you think there's an alternate universe in which I own ALL the vintage? To the point where it won't fit in any closet, and I have to store my clothes in a giant cave? And I turn all the gaily colored polyester into a vast nest, and hoard it, and sleep in it, and eventually turn into a cross between Little Edie Beale and Smaug, the dragon from The Hobbit?
Anyway, back in this universe, in which my wardrobe is constrained by the laws of physics and I don't live in a giant cave, I was drawn to Embarrassed Zebra by its unusual print.
It is très unusual for me... I don't own anything else that is black and white and red all over. I was also frappée by the juxtaposition of the organic hibiscus print in black and white, intersected by the geometric stripes in vivid red.
and adorable matchy-matchy buttons.
The only issue with it on the hanger was the presence of belt loops, combined with the absence of belt. This doesn't even necessarily have to be a problem—I follow my own path when it comes to using belt loops, and I would link here to other times I've done that, except I hid the belt loops so cleverly that you probably didn't even realize that I did it, so that particular scrap of genius will go forever unremarked upon—except that Embarrassed Zebra needs a belt.
So I bought a belt at Another Man's Treasure, and everyone lived happily ever after. The End.
Most photos by Claire Loeb!