Ok, I realize it’s not quite as elaborate as it sounds, but I was still pret-ty excited about my festival purchases. Check it out, my fellow flamenca fashionistas:
The festival boutique had some gently used dresses, skirts and tops at great prices. The pattern of these coordinates is what caught my eye: I love royal blue and white, and something about the polka dot/mosaic print reminded me of things my grandma made me when I was a baby in the ’70s. I’m not usually a fan of this style of skirt and top for my body, but at Nick’s urging, I tried this set on. And loved it. It just feels fun!
The Shoes! The Shoes!
I knew the Menkes lady would be there, but I nearly wet my pants when I saw the stack of random pairs of Gallardos in the corner. The festival folks called Gallardo and ordered whatever they had in stock. I saw these red ones first. Now, mind you, this is my favorite style of Gallardos and I was already planning on ordering them in red. And here I find them in Albuquerque in MY SIZE. And at a considerable savings, if you look at the retail price with shipping from Spain. Clearly, they were my density (yes, I know, it’s destiny). My beautiful red babies. You’re a bit snug, but you’ll loosen up with all the dance lovin’ I’m ’bout to give you.
Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea hitting that damn boutique every day because it only made me find more things that could be justified as needs. A couple days after purchasing the above, I found these:
Apparently some other flamenca had been holding on to these but ultimately decided against them — to my delight! I had a brief moment of reasoning, where I tried to talk myself out them. Then I texted Nick the above photo and asked his opinion, and he assured me I’d be crazy to NOT buy them. I swear, he’s the devil. But they sure are lovely and green is my favorite color.
A flamenca can never have enough flores, no? Originally I was going to buy only the red one, but the other colors screamed out for me, too. Aren’t they pretty?
(er, tote bag)
This is great because it wasn’t a purchase — all festival registrants got one! They were available in gray, blue, orange, lime green, and hot pink. Originally I picked the gray one — until Nick looked at me and said, “Really?? GRAY??” But I hadn’t seen the pink one. When I did, I opted for that. Because pink and black is muy punk rock. I dig.
Nick and I also bought Festival T-shirts, and Nick picked up a cool gray T with an image of Carmen Amaya on it — similar to the tank I got last year with Camarón on it (it’s hot pink and black, of course). Sorry, no images of any of these at the moment.
I could have easily done more damage with some of the pretty skirts and shawls they had there, but I managed to somewhat keep my head. I’m happy with what I got. What do you think?