Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
As I get "older" I start to contemplate what I will leave behind. What kind of legacy will there be? What will my children remember most about me? What little things can I leave for them to comfort them when I am gone?
What will some day make them smile the same way I do when I see a pair of Wayfarer Rayban sunglasses? My father left behind not only a love of wayfarers but a small collection of them. Some I have gifted to his dear friends and family in remembrance. But a couple pairs I hold dear to my heart, saving them for a sunny beach day, a drive in his old mercedes convertible, or a 16 year birthday gift for my son.
Sure their will be some jewelry, some out of style fur coats, and a salvaged pair of Manolos. But I have decided that the most fabulous thing that I can pass along is my love of small spectacular and unique clutches. So, I am going to do my best to choose wisely and fabulously over the next 50 years to create a memoir to go with them; wonderful dinners with my husband, out of control girls nights, vacations to far away places, peaceful walks on the beaches of Delray, dancing queen moments at concerts in Canandaigua, movie nights with my kids, and holidays parties at the Club. Each paired with a perfect companion, a jeweled box, a silky envelope, or a tasseled roll.
Memories are what make you fabulous.
Monday, March 25, 2013
A fabulously stylish friend posted a picture of the beautiful model Marisa Berenson on facebook...reminding him of me. Called "the girl of the seventies" by Yves Saint Laurent, she later became a film actor in movies like Death in Venice and Cabaret. It wasn't until recently that I began to realize that we share a love of Kaftans, golden tans, over the top statement necklaces and top knots. Basically, I want to be her when I grow up. Oh, whatever, I know that I'm supposedly all grown up.
Mostly, I am insanely jealous of her jet-setting lifestyle and glamourous gowns. What I would give to have her Valentino kaftans and Bvlgari jewels! But I will find away past my jealousy to admire her colorful spirit and boho style.
Fashion is a revolving door, and looking back into the archives can give you a new point of view.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
So I have found something more depressing than hanging out at a suburban mall in the grey cold winter. Hanging out at the suburban mall before the stores have opened. Full of elderly mall walkers, baby strollers pushed by sleep deprived (and fashion deprived) mothers, and lingering homeless people.
Wow. And I was there too.
With my boogery toddler, my lulu lemon leggings, my Uggs, and my black down coat. No make-up, not one hair in place, and not even a trace of lip balm. AHHHHH!!! That hurts. To catch a glimpse of yourself through another's eyes. Silently screaming..."This is not the real me!! I'm fabulous, fun, young(ish), and smart!"
(My inner and more fabulous voice) "Um, no your not, you're at the mall at 9:45 in the morning. And you have no reason to be there." I didn't even need anything! That's the saddest part...I was just there yesterday scrounging for anything remotely worthy at Gap kids and J.Crew. So what did I do? I scrounged more mall sales at Janie and Jack and Pottery Barn Kids. That was after I raided Target for anything related to Easter.
"Shame, shame, shame Ms. So-Called-Fabulous. Go to your room, strip down to your granny panties and put on a sequin gown with glittery sandals, and think about what you've done."
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Spring? What Spring?
Showers? Only the white fluffy kind.
I am DONE.
Logically I understand that we will probably have more cold days than I can handle, but in my heart I expect to see the sun. I want to pull out my spring flats and put away my damn black leather boots! My fur coat has become cumbersome and my leopard hat annoying. I have worn out my velvet pants, I have pilled my turtleneck cashmere sweaters, and my plaid button down just seems dated. Everything looks too dark, drab and depressing.
I guess the only thing to do is to look for Spring jackets (not coats, we will now refer to them as "jackets") to brighten up the dreary days. My advice? Put on a heavy sweater underneath and suck it up while sipping on a frozen margarita.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
I am currently OBSESSED with Marc Jacobs Spring coordinates. Sequins have never looked so Mod. The back and white stripes, the checkerboard tops, and the pixie cuts. Austin Powers, baby!
Here are some of my favorite. Don’t worry Kate, I wont make you dress up like me…unless you want to?