Clothes have always made me feel something. I have a distinct memory of dressing in a 1950s poodle skirt for a theatre camp skit when I was around 8 or 9 years old. I remember this feeling of knowing it was a costume but wanting to live my everyday life in that costume because it made me feel heightened and happy. I’ve done theatre since then in different capacities and while I love text and delving into relationships I’d be remiss if I did not admit that putting on a costume influenced me just as much.

I’ve been thinking about constructing a blog for a long time but when it was time to focus on what it should be about I was so scattered (shocking, I know) that I’d give up. I’ve been fortunate enough to have many passions: theatre, fashion, history, crafts, killing the patriarchy.  Very varied. All done with a red statement lip.

I find that now, entering my 35th year that I’m able to embrace the weird ingredients that make up a Michelle soufflé and more easily combine those ingredients without having said soufflé fall terribly. So here I am taking a stab at a blog.

So what should you, dear reader, expect from this Vintage Old Biddy? Plenty of outfits such as these:

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But not only that…also my quirky observations and musings about the latest 20th century historical figure I’m obsessed with and plenty of blogging about my eternal journey to find the perfect golden age of Hollywood look…and let’s be honest: there will also most likely be talk of cheese.

Until next time!