I know this has been around the blog-o-sphere, but I just can not stop staring.
has launched it’s wedding site, . I know, it’s ok, pick your self up off the floor.
This dress alone would be reason enough for me to plan…somethin’.
a starry mix of sassy thoughts
I know this has been around the blog-o-sphere, but I just can not stop staring.
has launched it’s wedding site, . I know, it’s ok, pick your self up off the floor.
This dress alone would be reason enough for me to plan…somethin’.
This is the title of ‘ article in the March 2011 issue of (). This is probably the first fashion magazine I’ve bought in years, maybe even before I was pregnant 7 years ago.
I used to work on 7th Ave, and was completely surrounded by fashion. I was in designers offices all day long, working with designers, always in fashion. Then I had a baby and left.
I left. I swore that as a new mother I would NEVER wear sweatpants and always comb my hair on put on lipstick everyday, and remember to moisturize. I think I did that everyday. Maybe. I don’t remember much of it, except that my post baby body didn’t fit into my pre-baby clothes. I completely succumbed to motherhood, and it has filled my soul and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Now that I’m back in the work force (fashions for the home this time around), and my 6 year old is gaining her independence (holy moly), I’m realizing I don’t want to wear my fancy t-shirts to the office or out to dinner any more. What happened to my wardrobe? I try to look back and think, what happened? I think I turned my back on my closet.
I’ve been out shopping, looking to update my wardrobe with clothes other than t-shirts. I’ve been following the , watching the runway shows on-line and I bought a handful of fashion magazines. I’m 3000 miles away from Fashion Avenue these days, thank goodness I have wifi.
Then I read Louisa Kamps’ article today. Here was a woman who left the fashion world in NYC and moved to the country and had a baby. Just like me. The closing line sums it all up: But for me, wearing clothes that speak a message of humor, strength, respect, or glamour is the act of love – of self and others – I never want to abandon again.
Good bye t-shirts. Soon, I’ll only wear you at the gym, or in the garden. As one said, “Overdress for every occasion” and said on her “I’ve decided I no longer know how to dress for a ‘casual’ night out. Sorry Seattle, y’all are gonna have to step things up.”
Elle Decor photo: William Waldron
I need to have a holiday cocktail party just so I can get dressed up.
I think I would just wear all dresses this year….
I love movies. Like books, I love getting lost in them.
I watched Sofia Coppola’s the other night. I could watch it over and over and over and over. The movie as a whole was ok, kind of boring, except. Except for the overall Art Direction. BRILLIANT!!!! Eye candy. Totally. And as a lover of fashion, the costumes were just breathtaking. The colors, the fabrics, the sets, the jewelry, the shoes (?), the hair, and even the food. I just drank it all up. In fact, I want the DVD so I can pause over each scene and drink it in even more. The lighting was just perfect for all the colors and textures and fabrics. The hair was delicious. Makes me love rich pastel-ly fruity color combinations.
I found this wonderful that can tell you more about the pictures and history of the costumes, and which costumes can be seen in other films. Prepare to spend a few hours, it’s a great resource.
I have a little love. It’s something I’ve been doing most of my life, for me, doodles on napkins, in my sketchbooks, on notes during meetings (shhh, don’t tell).
Remember this post where I mentioned ? Lottie Frank is the beautiful work of illustrator/designer Lucy Claydon. Well, I don’t know if you’ve been watching, but there’s new work in her .
There’s more treasure to explore in her too.
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