quaint, adj. I. Cunning, ingenious; elaborate, elegant. 3b. Skilfully made so as to have an attractive appearance; beautiful, pretty, fine, dainty. Obsolete. 3c. Of dress: fine, fashionable, elegant. Obsolete. 4b. Elegant; attractive; finely or fashionably dressed. Obsolete.
II. Proud. 7. Proud; haughty; vain. Obsolete.
III. Curious, unusual. 9a. Attractively or agreeably unusual in character or appearance; esp. pleasingly old-fashioned. Now the usual sense.
1175-1225; Middle English queinte < Old French, variant of cointe clever, pleasing ≪ Latin cognitus known (past participle of cognōscere)
quaint, n. The female external genitals. Cf. cunt n. Archaic.
Formed within English, by conversion, punningly after cunt. [Oxford English Dictionary]
You may recall that the dress is a gift from Gawan, first seen here last Sunday.
Edit: Guest judge Simina of Rabbit in Chains chose my photo for the Sinful Sunday Weekly Round-up:
I want these fucking boots. So much. They immediately caught my attention over everything else in this picture. There’s just something so hot about gladiator boots. They go wonderfully with the dress as well.
Well, maybe at first glance. I think the gladiators with the 4″ heels chip away at that façade, as does the push-up bra. And then there’s the fact that panties would show through the white cotton, so I’m not wearing any.
My favorite part of this photo is the shape of my arm, the way it’s lit, and the negative space it creates.
The dress is a gift from Gawan, bought during our recent trip.
This month’s Sinful Sunday theme is “clothes on”.
My partner and I had been talking about dressing up and going out on a date, which is not something we ordinarily do. I wanted him to wear his new suit and he wanted me to wear my gladiators. We didn’t get around to it, and even if we had, photos would have been out of the question. So the day before the surgery, we played dress-up at home.
Imagine we’re at a nice restaurant…
FYI, the surgery was successful. I’ll have more to say about it shortly.
I bought some new footwear over the weekend at a great little boutique that we found last year.
I’m not a shoe person – I can easily go years without buying a pair. I skew toward the pragmatic and minimalist side of things, but since I’ve been exploring my sensuality, I’ve also discovered the delight of beautiful shoes that can see plenty of good use without ever leaving the house.
I was excited when I saw that this pair was the same brand as my black stilettos, which fit so well. I asked one clerk for the size and the other clerk was immediately interested; it turns out the second clerk is an owner and had ordered this specific pair for herself, and then was gutted when they came in and didn’t fit.
When I put them on, I attracted the attention of the three other customers (all female). They fit, well. All five women registered their opinion that I should buy them. I don’t do majority rules (my partner’s opinion that I should buy them carried much more weight), but it happens that they were right. It’s nice to have a consensus.
Vince Camuto, “Kase”, for those who are interested in such details.
[In a fashion context, these are considered “sandals”. As far as I can deduce, a sandal is simply a shoe in which the upper is composed entirely of straps, regardless of the height of the heel or the shaft.]