Besides being the ultimate bittersweet movie, Forrest Gump is full of inspiration - especially when it comes to the age of hippies.  However, I am only focusing on the looks that clearly resemble 1940s to the 1950s.

 
 
Yesterday I wore my pillbox hat from Sur La Tete, along with my vintage black
gloves (belonged to my grandmother), my black flats, and my professional-looking blue
dress from Coldwater Creek
. . . Let's just say the elderly enjoyed my look while the middle-age construction
worked along Van-Ness looked at me as if I was the Mad Hatter. . . 

 
 
Maybe I'm a bit of a perfectionist or maybe I'm in one of my snarky moods, but when it comes to vintage hats
I think they need to be worn correctly.
Or perhaps it has to do with what certain traits in a guy that could make me swoon . . .
(One - blue or green eyes, two - glasses, and three - an old fashioned fedora with a matching suit.)
But anyways, here's my list of fedora failures and pillbox pleasures!
*THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS AND SNARKY COMMENTS*
*PLEASE TAKE NO OFFENSE, I'M JUST BEING GOOFY*

 
 
Pac Man? 
Count me in!
This is my kind of black and white photography.
(Loving the cat eye glasses as well!)
Maybe it's my vintage nogalista hitting me again, but I really want to find an authentic 50s diner or 80s arcade in Washington DC and just hang out there for a couple of hours.

 
 
A few days ago I was looking through scanned photographs of my family members before they became my grandmothers, great-aunts, great-grandmothers, ect.