I’ve always been a fan of color. Not one to hide in the shadows, I eagerly reach for vibrant reds and electric blues – any way to bring a bit of brightness into my day. So, the neutral ends of my wardrobe can be a bit sparse. It’s not that I don’t enjoy black and white and browns and beige, but they just aren’t always on my radar (particularly when under-caffienated).
Ever since I was young, I’ve been obsessed with Broadway musicals. While my sister was rocking out to the latest boy band, I was belting out showtunes in my bedroom. And I knew them all: I languished over Les Miserables, playing Eponine and her unrequited love. I was Christine, both fearful of the Phantom and hypnotized by his music. I hopped and skipped around the furniture to Cats, rode the horses in Carousel, and allowed myself to be eaten by the greed of Audrey 2 in Little Shop of Horrors. It’s safe to say I was a dramatic teenager.
When readers email me and ask for advice, I’m more than happy to give my opinion. More often than not, it’ll turn into a post of some sort: my favorite crinolines or my makeup must-haves. Well, lately the running theme seems to be: where can I get the vintage look in modern sizes? And whether you love vintage but want a few vintage-inspired pieces to mix in to your wardrobe, or you love the look but don’t have the time to put into the care true vintage requires, or you’ve become a bit frustrated with your favorite vintage-inspired retailers: this is the…
Yeah, so that thing happened again. You know, where you blink for a second and an entire month has gone by. Where you catch yourself saying, “I can’t believe we’re in March already!” and some kindly person has to pat your arm gently and say, “Ummm…sweetie? Yeah, it’s April.” Oh dear….
My big sister was and has always been my hero and favorite teacher. When we were little, she was my protector. She would shield me from the demons under the bed (though she usually made me sleep on the outer side, just in case). She would protect me from bully’s on my way home from school. She would be my shoulder to cry on and my hero to emulate.
Let’s face it, every now and then a gal gets in a Princess State of Mind. Don’t get me wrong – this is not a mood that solely inspires lounging on a throne while being fed grapes (though that sounds nice too). No, in my world, Princesses get things done. But, some days I wake up from a long, deep sleep and the birds are singing (alas, they don’t help me get dressed) and the day feels imbued with a hint of magic. It’s the kind of mood where I feel inspired to wear a tiara and bejeweled slippers (and no one bats an eyelash). And it certainly doesn’t hurt to have the perfect…
In all of the packing and unpacking that’s been going on, I almost managed to forget that Halloween was nearly upon us! It’s definitely a favorite time of year, not just for the fact that we can all get a bit creative and let out our inner ghouls and goblins, but for the simple fact that candy is aplenty…
Well, that day that we’ve been prepping for and planning for is finally upon us. I don’t think there’s any way to really describe the enormity of moving across the world. The stress and chaos. The plans you make to visit all of your favorite beaches that hold your favorite memories (that never seems to happen). The way you try to savor each moment with the people you’re leaving behind (that somehow is over far too quickly). All the while trying to figure out which parts of your life to weed out – what to pack, what not to pack? What…
With all of this craziness and packing going on in my life, I have to say my mind is definitely on clearing OUT rather than bringing in. Despite my desire to purge, however, my favorite shops keep parading beautiful things across my retinas. And I can’t help but start to get excited about being back in the US and back in the land of free shipping.
I make no secret about my love of dresses. But, I hope I’ve equally conveyed how in love I am with handbags. Novelty bags, lucite, leather, suede. I want all the handbags. I admittedly went through a period of my life when I owned one handbag and never gave it a second thought (we shall pause to reflect on the horror). Needless to say, I’ve made up for lost time since then.