Dead Legares and the Lowcountry: the Last of the Long Posts (for a while)

Jacket (gift), tee (thrifted, $1), skirt (Anthropologie, $20), belt (thrifted, $.75), boots (random), jewelz (various), grave (the Legare family).

Happy New Year, folks!  It’s your favorite (9th favorite?  132nd favorite?) skiver blogger here.  I’ve just returned to Chicago from the South and in a few days I’m (here’s the exciting part of this post)…off to Europe!  And then Africa!  I’ll be visiting friends in France and Spain on my way to South Africa and Namibia, where I’ll be doing fieldwork for a few months.  This means I’ll continue to shirk my blogger duties, and will probably only post the occasional photo of myself looking sweaty and thoughtful in Namibia’s desert summer.  I don’t expect I’ll be wearing much that’s worth comment, since I’m only taking with me what will fit in a small backpack.  Still, if you’re pining after my sartorial self (and who isn’t, right?), you can imagine me in my standard “I’m in Africa” uniform: a sand-covered white skirt, a random tank top, Chacos, and some sort of headband or scarf.  I look like a hippie who got lost in the dunes.  I quite love it.

In a last ditch effort to appease the disgruntled souls who’ve frowned at my lack of posts (that’s you, James, and random emailer who thinks we’re best friends), here are some outfit shots from a recent day trip to Edisto Island.  Most of these photos were taken at a beautiful 18th century church and cemetery right off the Atlantic.  It wasn’t difficult to justify prowling the grounds and using the mausoleum as a prop; the last Legare was buried here so long ago it’s unlikely there are any mourning relatives left to offend.   After desecrating resting places and fruitlessly searching for haints, my pal Sean and I had a little sunset picnic on the beach, then carried on roaming the Lowcountry.

Cypress swamp awesomeness

And that, as they say, is that.  I hope you all have a wonderful few months!  I’ll return here as often as I can, and may occasionally confirm that I’m alive via weird pictures of my head with African landmarks.  I’m sure I’ll inundate you all with stories when I’m home in the spring, but if you wish for a personal one, send me your address at sartoriography@gmail.com and I’ll send you a postcard.  No spam, I promise.  And no, Merl, I will not send you a baby cheetah.

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