Summer always seems endless when I’m in it, which is a blessing for most but suppressive for me. I do my best to appreciate what good comes of it (fresh fruit, early morning light, iced tea, wide brim hats) but by August, and each August, my body and spirit can’t deal anymore and find myself dozing off all day. My summer is most others winter. My complexion takes a dive, I eat poorly, I’m not active, I have little motivation to accomplish anything creative, and hardly leave the discomfort of my brick oven of a house unless coaxed. All it takes is one cool morning to shift the tides, and I’ve felt spoiled this week with cool mornings, days, and even some rain. It’s not autumn yet, but it’s on the horizon, and that’s enough to breathe in.
Star Wars was for a time much like Harry Potter for me: a highlight of my childhood but I left it at that. The prequels came out when I was in my teens, and I loved them. Prior to social media my friends and I weren’t aware we were supposed to hate them if we were “real fans” we simply enjoyed the fantasy. Staying up all night at slumber parties collectively writing Star Wars and Lord of the Rings fanfiction was standard. As mentioned at my Jupiter Ascending post we had no idea these stories weren’t made for us. We pulled what female characters we were given and ran with it. Looking back that may be why those interests didn’t follow me into adulthood, I simply wanted more of myself represented in these fantasy action films. The new trilogy delivered, and while Force Awakens sparked my interest once again, it was The Last Jedi that really pushed me full force back into Star Wars. That winter my friend Gwen and I shared the same level of interest and limited knowledge about the franchise: The Last Jedi brought us back to Star Wars in a way we wanted to explore more of. We heard great things about the canon novelizations, and read the two sequel books in a sort of accidental book club way, and before I knew it, we decided that a great way to learn more about the Star Wars universe would be to start at the top. The fandom as a whole isn’t the most inviting, and I personally wanted to learn about things without bias and commentary. Having someone to read along with has been immensely helpful, even though we live in different states we’re able to read each book simultaneously and discuss them afterward. We’ve learned so much already, noticed parallels within the three trilogies, theorized and speculated. It’s really been fun to get to know the Star Wars universe at our own pace, without judgement, because at it’s core it’s a fun fantasy with as much complexity as the real world around us. So if you’re interested in getting to know Star Wars better, want to go deeper into your favorite movie, or want to fill in some gaps between films, I hope you enjoy these as much as we have!
You can find a full list of the canon Star Wars books here, it even includes where the shows work in should you wish to add those.
Episode I: The Phantom Menace
Author: Terry Brooks
You know what really made The Phantom Menace for me? Padme’s costumes and Duel of the Fates. You know what this book doesn’t have? Padme’s Costumes and Duel of the fates. Looking back at the story it’s really not that bad, but I can’t help but remember that every time I sat down to read this book I fell asleep. We learn more of Padme as Queen, of young Anakin as a slave, and the dynamic of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. It’s much clearer how young Obi-Wan is in this novel, and how his character develops in the next two as a Jedi trained by Qui-Gon. I learned how the Sith came to be, a small but informative sideline at the beginning of the book that was much appreciated. Anakin’s inner dialogue sets the foundation for what he becomes, already obsessive with the safety of his mother (transferred later straight to Padme) and it’s so clear that he really is too old to begin training. The writing was underwhelming considering Terry Brooks is a renowned fantasy author, repetition and cringe worthy descriptions of Shmi (“worn” is used more than once to describe her face) and I was glad the choice was made to change authors with each book, things would have gotten stale very quickly otherwise. If you’re going to read through the canon, start with this, and earn the gems to come.
“The Queen favored theatrical paint and ornate dress, cloaking herself in trappings and makeup disguised her true appearance while lending her an aura of both splendor and beauty.”
Epsisode II: Attack of the Clones
Author: R.A. Salvatore
Anakin and Padme can easily be credited with my interest in stories that revolve around a soul sucking kind of love, because from the get go, no good can come of this (in fact, literally all the bad comes from it). I think of this as Padme’s book, we learn so much about her that makes her fate that much more tragic. It’s her coming of age story, breaking off on her own, becoming senator, trying to change the course of history through politics while unknowingly on the verge of an unfathomable shift due to personal decisions. Padme and Anakin’s thoughts on one another add so much to the blossoming relationship, without it we’re left with nothing but forlorn glances and odd shifts in mood. The book adds substance to an otherwise shallow and hasty looking love story on screen, and my Jane Austen loving self is 100% here for it. The book also spends entire chapters and pages with her family, her parents are delightfully average and simple, and she has an older sister and two little nieces. Their home is about as close to an american suburbia on earth that I can imagine, and they spend time there along with Anakin before they travel to the lake. That scene revolves around Padme, but Anakin’s first experience being welcomed into a nuclear family is somewhat heart wrenching, one of those peeks into a life that could never be. The scene reads like any young woman bringing a friend to her family home only to be berated with questions about their relationship, teasing from her sister, and embarrassing family photos. The scene is familiar and perfect, perhaps too familiar to place in a fantasy space opera film, but personally I love seeing these legendary characters in such a normal element. The writing flows well, connecting one character’s story to the next, opening with Luke’s future family on Tatooine, and following their tragic encounter that rips Shmi from her only peaceful chapter in life. Anakin’s experience with the death of his mother is often paralleled with Padme’s death, but seeing it on the page and reading his inner dialogue I would say his path is effected differently in each instance, and each woman has an opposite reaction to the Anakin they know.
“If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, they will take us to a place we cannot go…regardless of the way we feel about each other.”
Author: Christie Golden
I was not ready for this book. I bought quite a few all at once and didn’t bother reading the descriptions, I knew I’d read them all anyway so what’s the point? Therefore I knew nothing except it centers around one of my favorite characters, Asajj Ventress. I would recommend watching the Clone Wars series before reading this, though it’s not completely necessary. The show is for one thing, excellent, and another, sets the foundation for Asajj and to a lesser extent the other main character. The premise is that after much hesitation the Jedi Council decides the only way to end the war is for Count Dooku to die. And waiting for that to happen just isn’t an option. The mission is top secret, highly dangerous, and given to what I could only describe as the purest bad boy Jedi in the order, Quinlan Vos. Dooku is too powerful to take on single-handedly, so he has to find a way to team up with Dooku’s former sith apprentice, Asajj Ventress. She’s been through it and back, a former slave, Jedi Padawan, Sith apprentice, Nightsister, assassin, and now bounty hunter. She allies with a handful and trusts no one. The two have a dynamic that we’ve only seen on the big screen in the infamous “Throne Room” scene, the light and dark joining for a greater cause. And personal. The gift of a female author is much appreciated, and comes through at moments when I least expected. This book has parallels left and right, changed my mind about where I hope the sequels will go, and convinced me that Ventress is more connected with the force than any Jedi in her time could ever hope to be. She’s beyond their comprehension, and Obi-Wan comes to realize this and forms a great respect, whether they’re fighting the same side or opposite at any given moment. This book is by far my favorite, and completely broke my heart.
“After spending so much time in her company, he now understood why Kenobi held her in such respect, even though she had been the enemy. Was, still, an enemy. Sort of. Or was she? He mentally shook his head and refocused on the task at hand.”
Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
Author: Matthew Stover
As mentioned with Attack of the Clones, that was Padme’s book. This one is for Anakin and Obi-Wan. I had looked forward to this after the soul crushing novel that was Dark Disciple, knowing this story and the tragedies to come, I felt prepared for this easy read.
I finished it while sobbing on a plane.
The distressing realization that you’re in for more than you know comes before chapter one even starts. The introduction sets the scene for a kind of hope and optimism amid war that only the highly regarded Jedi, Anankin and Obi-Wan can give. They appear on the news as heroes, children play them in the schoolyard, they are known as closer than brothers and invincible as any heroes are. When all hope is lost, Anakin and Obi-Wan will save the day. It’s not clear in the movies that they are well known, much like Superman is in the DC world, but in the book it adds to the weight of what happens. Their dynamic is set from the start, jumping right into action as only they could. The author is an expert martial artist, and that knowledge adds an unexpectedly rich vein to the story. A writing technique I hadn’t encountered previously, he breaks from the storyline at times to give a moment to various characters. Descriptive of their current self, and an unobtrusive background of their past, I loved this flow of information. Anakin’s fall to Palpatine and the Dark Side is given sense rather than seeming like a sudden mood swing. His inner dialogue is utterly painful and tragic within itself, even without considering the consequences. Padme’s struggles and viewpoint is stressful, she’s trying to keep corruption out of the senate, hide a forbidden pregnancy, keep secrets from her secret husband, and act like everything is fine. Her onscreen portrayal supports this, she’s a woman trying to hold the world together while maintaining a calm exterior, that so often looks like weakness. Obi-Wan is, I am convinced, what every Jedi should aspire to be, a far cry from Episode I, and everything that Anakin needed. I felt his loss more than Padme’s, perhaps because she never had to see what Anakin became. If you’re to read only one prequel book, make it this one, the author masters a story that reads so much better than the film, as much as I love the movie, the book is a complex mastery of what Star Wars is about: Love, tragedy, war and peace, and an end that’s only the beginning.
“Anakin and Obi-Wan would never fight each other.
They’re a team. They’re THE team.
And both of them are sure they always will be.”
Last year I had the privilege of visiting Wilhem’s Memorial Mausoleum, the one day it’s open to the public: Memorial Day. You can read about my experience here, I have some tips to make your exploration top notch, but today we’ll delve into the most sought after site in the entire vast property.
George Rae came to the U.S. from Scotland in 1869, settling in Portland as Vice President of the Inman-Poulsen Lumber Company which was located where OMSI now stands. Many of Portland’s stately homes from the turn of the century are built with lumber from that mill, and it thrived after San Francisco’s 1906 earthquake, providing record breaking quantities of lumber for the city to rebuild. Needless to say, George Rae was once one of Oregon’s wealthiest men.
Charlotte and George married in 1875, and sadly “Lottie” as she was known to those closest to her, was eventually committed to a state insane asylum, after suffering mental breakdowns. If you’re familiar with views on mental health during this period, you know that phrase can encompass many states of emotion, often associated with what we now see as normal responses to stressful situations, but then, were simply a symptom of a troublesome, crazy female.
Lottie passed away in the asylum in January 1914, and George remarried eight months later, to his housekeeper, who was 26 years younger than the self made millionaire. Elizabeth and George married at new and fashionable Multnomah Hotel which is now an Embassy suites, and he executed a new will a month after the ceremony, disinheriting his estranged adopted daughter Maud and leaving nearly all the estate to Elizabeth.
George died in 1918, buried in a family plot in Portland Riverview Cemetary next to Lottie. Maud wasted no time contesting the will, making it all the way to the Oregon supreme court, claiming her adoptive father wasn’t of sound mind, and that Elizabeth was a prostitute. The trial was highly publicized in 1920, and finally dismissed in 1923, both parties coming to a settlement.
The wealthy widow, having only four years of marriage with her beloved George, wanted to be near him for eternity, the two left alone without scandal and heartache. So she began creation of the tomb, of marble and bronze, so beautifully European in material and craftsmanship, you’ll wonder how it’s possible you’re still in the most casual city on the west coast. Upon it’s completion she had his body exhumed and laid to rest in the marble tomb, joining him in 1942. The two sarcophagi seem to be what the room was built around, with sconces and wicker chairs in the corner, and a photo of the couple in a brass frame. At the base of a stained glass panel, she has displayed the words which perhaps embody her short but treasured time with George in mortal life:
“The End of a Perfect Day”
There was once a time I didn’t have a single black garment in my closet, it was “too harsh”. And red? No way, too bold. White? Absolutely not, what if it gets dirty?
I always knew that when I approached my 30’s my once all over the place vintage style would become more refined. It’s fun to experiment, actually, it’s important, and experimenting knows no age, I just happened to be encouraged to explore my style young. Lately I’ve been feeling a pull towards more simplicity and drama, letting tailoring, texture, and color speak for me instead of prints and period accurate accessories. Black has become my neutral of choice, I find white elegant, and really started taking to red last year after dying my hair back to it’s dark color.
Then, I saw The Last Jedi. Visually stunning, the sets and costumes of the First Order really enchanted me, an unapologetic amount of black and red, with the finial scene on Crait completely taking my breath away. The white and beige landscape exploding with red soil was impossible to take my eyes off of, and from that moment on I knew I needed a lot more red in my wardrobe. I live in the Pacific Northwest, where most people immerse themselves in the earthy surroundings down to wearing gray jackets and living in brown houses. To be that explosion of red in this monotone environment appealed to me very much, I went right from the theater to the store and started my new look.
Today I came across the Holy Grail of lookbooks, the Alexander McQueen pre-fall 2013 collection. Sarah Burton designed these looks for the label, inspired by Anglican worship, which McQueen himself had previously taken inspiration from. But to me? It’s Alexander McQueen for the First Order. And it’s absolute perfection. This collection will continue to inspire my wardrobe choices: the 70’s hemlines, the thick leather belts, the high necks, the capes! Even the slight use of red, though I can see a few pieces switched from neutral to red with ease.
So enjoy, my dream Star Wars wardrobe.
Agent Carter was a short lived gift that should receive more respect than we give it. With the success of Mad Men, various networks tried and failed to get viewers interested in 20th century costume dramas, in rare form: set in America. America’s refusal to take interest in our own history through entertainment is unfortunate, because it’s just so easy. That’s why Agent Carter is a rare gem, though the general public didn’t seem to think so. The irony is, the show itself could apply it’s most beloved line to itself “I know my value, anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter.”
The show’s first episode portrays Peggy sharing a New York apartment with another young professional woman, and their relationship is friendly, but not based in friendship. The foldout bed in the tiny studio apartment is used in shifts, the women likely found each other because they could work out a sleeping shift that would suit them both. This type of arrangement was hugely popular during WWII, in large cities and especially in cities that had factories and shipyards. These facilities usually operated 24 hours a day, so if you worked the day shift, you could sleep at night while your roommate was working the night shift. A single bed apartment for half the price. This continued in larger cities such as New York after the war, for people trying to make it in the city. One girl could work at a department store, the other at a nightclub, and they might pass each other somewhere in between.
After Peggy moves from the apartment she is persuaded to apply at “The Griffith” a women’s only complex with strict rules and regulations, the most notable of which: no men past the lobby. These apartments were real, and very popular, though they often operated like large boarding houses, with meals provided. There were lots of options throughout New York history, you could find a boarding house/apartment in a building that only admitted people of your religion, race, marital status, gender, job, etc.
The Griffith was likely based on The Barbizon, which opened in 1927 as the place for young professional women. 700 rooms for single women, and not a man in sight (above the first floor that is). But not just any woman could rent a room. You had to submit multiple letters of reference, and look, act, and dress like a proper young lady. I haven’t found reference to race, but I think it’s safe to assume that was a factor as well. Your parents could require you to sign in and out each day, and request a chaperone for outings. Stumble back to your room drunk at 1 am? You’ll get “a talking to”. No cooking in your room, in fact no electrical appliances at all. Your seams needed to be straight, your gloves clean, and your lipstick applied. Parents reluctant to release their daughters into the wild of the big city could take comfort in the mother figure who ran the place, accurately portrayed in the show as a no nonsense middle aged woman who seems to have eyes in the back of her head, and the girls virtue as top priority.
Peggy’s roll in the workplace is so accurately portrayed. It’s largely forgotten that during WWII many American women experienced a kind of independence that wouldn’t be seen again in their lifetime. With most of the able bodied male population in service, women were mobilized for work, earning their own paycheck without question. There were military positions for women, mostly clerk work, and the other major option was factory work. It wasn’t just that it was open to female employees, but many even encouraged it with certain benefits. On site childcare was something that allowed working mothers to have consistency in a busy life, and some of the more organized shipyards even provided pre-made meals for women to take home at the end of their shift to feed their families.
Post-war, if the jobs stuck around, women were pushed out. Some simply got laid off, and some were stripped of the benefits they relied on so they were forced to quit. Removing the childcare some jobs provided was a popular one, pushing women away, and opening up jobs for men returning to the workforce. In the first episode Peggy’s roommate mentions
“They let ten girls go today”
“Did they say why?”
“Because ten more GIs got discharged. I had to show a guy from Canarsie how to use a rivet gun”
Peggy herself is a fantastic representation of a woman landing a job in her related field, and finding it very different from her war era experiences. Peggy, even without my biased admiration, is obviously the “best man for the job” if you’ll excuse the irony. In Captain America: The First Avenger, Peggy Carter is not simply his sidekick after a time, she is already established in her own right before Steve Rogers even enters the picture. As we learn in the show, she entered into special operations from her job as a code-breaker, an admirable feat in itself. In the movie she’s important enough to be involved in the Super Soldier project, and throughout the film we see she places herself in danger in order to get the job done. Peggy Carter is highly regarded in wartime, with the best of men following her orders, whether she’s supposed to be giving them or not.
Her roll at the SSR is a different story. She show opens in such a way that leads us to believe she’s still kicking ass and taking names. The shot of her symbolic strut down the sidewalks of New York, in a sea of faceless men in suits, sets us up for a show where Peggy Carter is a clear stand out. We know she co-founded S.H.I.E.L.D, so obviously she doesn’t just stop her career and play house the rest of her life. The jolt of reality comes when she enters the office. A meeting is called, and she’s told to cover the phones while everyone else is in the meeting. She’s called “darling” and “sweetheart” in professional situations. She takes lunch orders, and gets coffee. It’s implied throughout the beginning of show that not only do her co-workers not know she has hand to hand combat and weapons skills, but they try to shield her from the uglier side of the job and violent interrogations. At one point when she voices her informed opinion, she’s told “The war is over, let the professionals decide who’s worth going after.” despite the fact that she too is a professional. The attitude towards women is clear: you had your fun, now go on and let the men work.
Her time with the famed Captain America is turned into nothing more than a fleeting affair with a celebrity, not helped by the popular radio show portraying her as a helpless bimbo. Her relationship with Steve is referred to as a nothing more than a “liaison”. Peggy uses the public view of femininity to her advantage, playing the flirt, the dumb secretary, the assertive nag, the damsel in distress. The world she previously inhabited called for her strong personality, but now few seem to know how to handle that, so she often must resort to playing the part she’s expected to in order to progress. At one point a co-worker says point blank “You’re a woman, no man will ever consider you an equal.” Whatever thoughts ran through Peggy’s head, it’s safe to say Steve Rogers and his unwavering admiration for her and her work was unavoidable.
In one scene a coded note is being argued over in the office, with two coworkers, her boss, and a professional code breaker. Not until Peggy weighs in is the note decoded, her time at Bletchly overlooked just like the rest of her work. It leads to the next scene where Peggy has to prove her knowledge and experience to go back into the field for a mission. No other agent is questioned, but Peggy has to convince her superiors to let her go. There her fellow agents are introduced to Peggy’s world as she’s known it, where she is not only equal to the revered “Howling Commandos” but the agents learn that the phrase “Do as Peggy says” is the most likely way to assure the job gets done. And it even shows up again in the second season.
Would Peggy have risked a charge of treason to aid her friend if her job had utilized her to her full potential? Were she respected and able to advance in her career, her skills recognized and rewarded, would she put it all on the line for an illegal assignment? It’s hard to say, but it’s clear in the show that whenever she has a doubt of her unorthodox mission, the professional world around her reminds her just how valuable she is to them. Which is not.
How many women’s stories of that era have been lost to the same conditions as Peggy’s? Incredible women who were pushed aside after the war because of gender or race? Countless women who had challenging and important rolls during the war that have been forgotten, because the post-war era made it difficult or impossible to continue as they were. Pulled from potential careers and independence and essentially forced to return to the way of life that was seeking a husband for financial security. We see Peggy fighting back in a way that is so applicable to issues today no matter who you are or what you’re trying to achieve. In Captain America: Civil War, Sharon Carter quotes her aunt Peggy at her funeral:
“Compromise where you can. Where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say ‘No, you move’.” This comes at a critical point for Steve Rogers, and sticks. Even after death Peggy Carter influences those who valued her.
Because when the rest of us ask “What would Captain America do?” Captain America asks “What would Peggy do?”
Add this to the list of local curiosities not even locals know about. The Devil-ish Little Things Museum is the private collection of Marion Held, a former Hollywood renaissance woman, who has in some way or another made some of your favorite films enjoyable. Her eye for the unusual and macabre is showcased in a refurbished Church in Vancouver Washington, right off the I-5 should you ever find yourself on a road-trip up the west coast.
You enter not quite knowing what to expect. And even knowing what to expect won’t prepare you for what’s inside. You leave assured that whatever you thought you collected is nothing in comparison. Think you collect vintage brooches, pyrex, maybe you have some nice old movie posters? Nope. This is a collection. The rest of us are minimalists.
She has statues and figures galore, jewelry, books, lamps, entire sets of dishes, matchboxes, bottles, vases, and my personal favorite is a little compact puff with a devil head as the handle. Because of course.
I’m sharing the tiniest fraction of what there is to see, and to top it off, she only collects male devils.
“You have to draw the line somewhere”
So yes, after you let it sink in that all this devil treasure exists out there, know that there’s even more to see. Perhaps you could collect she-devils and live in your own little she-devil museum. Paint the walls pink, it’ll be glorious.
The museum is private and available through reservation only. You can see more details here and plan your own Devil-ish little visit.
I received a question recently about layering in a stylish way during the cooler months, to sum it up, how to do it?
I’ve lived in Washington state all my life, and layering is pretty much a standard as soon as you can dress yourself, since the weather here can change at the drop of a hat. My neighbors down in California are experiencing the same challenges lately (thank you global warming) and I admit the last time I was down there in January I actually got really cold in the evening!
Now it’s easy to put a big cozy sweater over some leggings and top it with a down coat, but I think a lot of people, especially those inclined towards vintage style, crave something a bit more. Above is a little illustration I did summing up my must have items for the cooler months, read on if you want more detail on my layering choices!
First of all, set those jeans down, just try a few looks without them, I swear you’ll be warmer. You know what I wear in winter? Skirts. People think I’m crazy, but I’m not a bit chilly in below freezing temperatures. The key is not just the skirt itself, but what’s underneath! I have some wool skirts saved up for winter, it’s often so overlooked as a skirt/dress textile, reserved for outerwear. If they’re full, and you like a full skirt look, add a soft nylon petticoat, I get mine from Doris Designs, they’re wonderful insulators. If you like something a bit sleeker, find a nice nylon or silk slip.
Legwear is another chance to layer, I like a bare leg look without the goosebumps, so I’ve found hosiery at 20 denier or higher is opaque enough to keep the chill away with Oroblu fishnets in “sable” over that. They are worth every penny, the quality is superb, and I don’t shave my legs all season and with these two layers you’d never know, it makes you look like you can handle a lot more cold than you can! I mostly wear boots, either knee, or ankle depending on the temperature, and wear wool socks under those, another added layer of warmth!
Having cold wet feet can definitely bring down your mood, and I don’t think comfort and style need to be separated. For something easy, casual, and classic, try a desert boot, they can be worn when it’s warmer, or if you slip them on in autumn/winter, just add some cozy wool socks. Roll or fold thick mid-calf socks over the top of the boots for a nice little cuffed look, with skirts of pants. If you need something more professional for the office, just slip a pair of ballet flats in your handbag or keep some heels at your desk and change into them once you’ve successfully kept your toes warm outside!
If you like wearing pants (and remember, set down the denim!) then cigarette pants are a classic I wear year round. The Martie style from J.Crew is my go to, they come out with various colors all the time, they’re very comfortable, mid-rise, side zipper, and seasonally they make wool styles as well. If you want a true high waist, Vixen by Micheline Pitt makes the style in various colors, for that bombshell look.
If you’re a bit tired of bulky sweaters, or they just become too hot midday, try instead a short sleeved or three quarter length sweater. Something in a finer knit, and if you’re not allergic, in wool or cashmere, they keep your torso warm, and leave your arms a bit more free and cool for when you’re in a heated building. Underneath for extra warmth, a silk or nylon camisole will do the trick.
Coats and jackets are an obvious choice, but have you considered a car coat? A true car coat comes to about mid-thigh, and has a great deal of warmth, with insulation and a style that looks great open or completely buttoned up. I like that they work well with pants or a slim skirt, and are technically casual, but look really polished. You can find them in fine wools, prints, bold colors or neutrals. A quick etsy search is a great place to start browsing.
Silk! It’s the forgotten insulator. Don’t save the luxury for evening-wear or lingerie, use it to stay warm without the bulk of wool. I have a large square silk scarf in my bag at all times, it comes in handy when it rains, or tied around the neck for warmth, and you can find something you really love in colors that suit your wardrobe.
A wool beret and leather gloves are other classics that add to the warmth, and don’t take up a lot of closet or handbag space! I’ve found acrylic knit gloves pretty pointless, and wool can get a bit bulky, so I stick to leather, lined if it’s very cold. A beret is a wonderful accessory that you can also find in such a variety of colors, and can be perched on the head or pulled down over the ears on breezy days. I get all mine from John Helmer, they carry a variety of colors and I prefer the oversized style.
If you still find yourself very cold but don’t want to look like the kid from A Christmas Story, you can get silk long underwear for underneath your wardrobe, these run very large, so size down.
And there you have it! I hope that was helpful and if you have any style questions feel free to ask!