Although, as I am said gentleman...
Thrifted button-down, thrifted vest, Talbot's pants, Merona wedges, ancient snood, Claire's earrings, self-made compass charm necklace.
I suppose I am dressed as if I was a Victorian woman who had had to masquerade as a man to gain access to the fantastical Time Traveling Machine. Now, she's come to the modern age, and she's amazed (but delighted) to see women wearing pants like nobody's business. (Which of course is true.) Exploring, she enters an overgrown, enclosed plaza she landed near. In the stores within she finds many curiosities of technology, such as portable music devises, flat metal sheets you can read entire books from, and cameras that show the image on a screen as soon as it is taken! She even finds a little jewelry shop that caters to all sorts of tastes, where she picks out a pair of ornate earrings that remind her of her own time.
Wandering by a quaint antique shop, she stops. No one else seems to notice her or it among the modernity; at least, all walk by without a sideways glance. As she steps in, ringing an old bell above the door, a white haired man unbends from the counter he is arranging a row of tiny glass bottles on...
"My dear Ana," he smiles, looking surprised in spite of himself. "How have you been? Why, over one hundred years passed since you fell off our map."
I love, love this vest- I'm a sucker for a pretty vest- though since it's a man's, it's a little bulky in the waist. (When you're trying to look gentlemanly, that can certainly come in handy.)
