If only I were a Marc Jacobs model and I could get his Fall 2013 collection for less than my post-grad tuition costs, I’d choose these three. I’m not exactly sure what he was going for with the I-dropped-my-hair-dryer-in-the-bathtub hair-fro / a-la-Edward Scissorhands perhaps? But beside that, these three silhouettes are adorable. If you look at the complete collection here, the men’s hair is far far worse than what the fem-models had to walk with…like, it’s reallyyyy bad…but some of his silhouettes are perfectly updated vintage. I’m not a fan of his oversized coats, but the patterns, skirts, bags (want, want, want) and easy one-piece dresses are gorgeous. His collections looks very academic which is perhaps why I like it so much…perhaps directing a 4th grade classroom in Marc Jacobs might be a little inappropriate but it seems like you’d feel oh-so in control and on top of things even if after 3 bells, 7 subjects, and 29 ten-year-olds, you won’t be. Looks count for something though…right?
I’m starting a new series this week: my “if only” selections for whatever it is I would get “if only”…I had the endless cash flow to get it.
Monday marks the day three dirty little words officially, officially happen for me: back. to. school. Over the summer I was dabbling…taking an online class so I wouldn’t have to take it next spring, studying for and taking three state tests required for the program I’m entering–so I suppose I was getting a good preview, but on Monday there’s no escaping the “student” title. To ease the pain, I’ve been endlessly searching for a messenger bag to adorn my shoulder on my cross-campus treks. Senior year of my undergrad years, I vowed to banish backpacks from my life and I’m no way goin’ back as a post-grad student. I wore a grey messenger bag to shreds that year, toting ridiculously heavy English anthologies to and from class so I’ve been on the hunt for something new. They’re actually rather more difficult to find than I thought though!
If only money weren’t a, uh, rather large obstacle, that Alligator Burberry would be mine…so chic, I think it might even be Bacall-worthy. As it is, I guess I’ll be confronting student-hood messenger bag-less for now: I’d rather gather my books by the armful than strap on the too-painful backpack symbol of school-dom ever again.
Louis 14th image via / vintage heels ad via / heels image via / Elle spring heel collection heels via
To my great relief, ELLE magazine recently boasted that for spring 2013, “gone are the dizzying stiletto heights. Plan on slipping into heels on the south side of three inches.” Thank goodness! If you’ve been keeping track of the Swiss Alps-like heights of recent heel-fads, then you will be as relieved as I. “Kitten” heel heights have a sad tendency to tend a little grandma, but these beauties have nothing geriatric about them and I love, love them.
For such a diminutive item of clothing, heels certainly have spoken their piece since their inception during the 1700’s as (surprise, surprise) a man’s accessory. King Louis the 14th brought them into fashion by often donning the heeled shoe to give his rather smallish frame something of a more kingly stature. Later, women adopted the shoe type in a slimmer heel, but only people of aristocracy were seen with a heeled shoe. In the age of cobblestone streets, women of wealth didn’t have to walk much, or at all in the elements, and thus a heeled foot was something of a declaration that the foot it adorned was something special–able to don a shoe otherwise precarious for the lower classes to risk wandering about in cobbled streets. Since then, feminists have taken up their own battle-cry against the “impractical” shoe that they see not to improve a woman for the woman’s sake, but to be more attractive to men. Goodness! It is just a shoe.
Whatever your idea of the heel, they certainly do speak loudly of how you feel about yourself. In the 1950’s, the mark of a lady was always to have an otherwise unattractive body part (yuck, feet) shaped into a lovely heel. And now, donning a heel has something of a power symbol in it…at least I think it does. Perhaps its the added height, the feeling that you can wear something uniquely feminine, or the little clip-clop of each heeled step gives you a sense of having your own theme music, but whatever it is, when I see a woman in heels, she has a sense of power about her, of someplace she needs to be and the confidence and assurance of going to do it. However the heel speaks to you, I’m quite happy to have my heels speaking at a little less of a “dizzying height” this spring. Welcome back to earth, heel-wearers.
Anne Shirley, heroine of L.M. Montgomery’s series Anne of Green Gables is impossible not to adore. Her ridiculous quotes, fantastic romantic ideas about life, and hyperbolized emotion are so endearing…I’m pretty sure her pinterest boards would be just as adorable. If you’ve read the novel, you know that the poor girl was constantly embroiled in a battle with her red hair. Tortured by her future love interest Gilbert Blythe, who dubbed young Anne “carrots,” Anne wanted nothing more than to transform her fiery mane into something more sophisticated. I think she would definitely take advantage of the blog-world’s explosion of hair tutorials to try and come to terms with her unusual, natural look.
Always the Plain Jane, Anne longed to be beautiful and wealthy, even quizzing whoever would listen to her whether, if they had the choice of course, they would be “divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?” The biggest ambition of her young life was to go to a ball in a dress with puffed sleeves and have Gilbert Blythe admire her in all her puffed glory. Of course, Anne learns that Gilbert loves her for her red hair, that she is admired for striving to be a teacher when most women only married and had children, and no one expected her to be “angelically good,” only to be simply Anne with an “e”—completely unique. If Anne of Green Gables pinned, her boards would definitely be something to see.
People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven’t you?
I don’t know what holidays would be without Irving Berlin. From White Christmas to Easter Parade, the man single-handedly composed (pun intended) the aura of nostalgia surrounding the the 1940-1960 American holiday that we moderns still pine away for. It really is quite astonishing. Of course every generation has its trend-setters, but to be a 70 year and counting tradition-setter, now there’s something. His 1948 film Easter Parade and associated lyrics are quite the perfect vintage muse for a modern Easter, a lace dress with all the frills upon it, a clover colored handbag, shoes worthy of fifth avenue, something to let you be this year’s photographer, and of course a place to write a sonnet just in case the spring air has got you feeling rather eloquent. Happy Spring and Happy Easter!
This week I’m starting a new blog-post-theme, or more like a new goodwill quest: giving vintage muses the opportunity to become part of the Pinterest world by pinning (in their honor of course) things I am certain they would adore. What would Grace Kelly’s Pinterest look like I wonder? Hepburn? Monroe? What about Virginia Woolf? Perhaps a little dreary, ok…what if Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice were given a username? Gertrude Stein? Are you intrigued yet? To start things off and in honor of Easter peeking around the corner, today’s “guest” pinner is the brilliant and lovely Beatrix Potter.
Besides publishing twenty-three books during her lifetime and being perhaps one of the most beloved children’s book authors of all time, Potter was also a conservationist, purchasing “Hill Top Farm” in the English countryside and successfully preserving almost all of what we now know as the gorgeous “Lake District” of Britain. The scientific community during her era was also very interested in her work and illustrations in mycology, as well as her sheep breeding. During a time when women weren’t really welcome in the education and work-world, Potter successfully created her own illustration and print business with her adorable and now universally well-known creature characters and was respected in many spheres for her devotion to nature, articism, and creativity. If Beatrix Potter pinned, I’m pretty sure I’d be a devoted follower.
I am still struggling to fathom that we are discussing spring break, Easter, March, BATHING SUITS!???? sandals, and all things Spring but, we are, so here’s my vintage inspired spring fling complete with a few hints of some St Patrick-green. Happy new week everyone!
“Dear March- Come in-” is one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems, and I couldn’t resist the perfect opportunity to share when all of us are saying today, “Dear March, come in.” I never remember being excited about this month in past years, but for some reason, this year I’m really rather looking forward to this month: I’ve seen glimpses of the flowers it will bring, and a few warm, sunshiny days it promises and I’m all in. A summer hat from J. Crew; a spring-print, new, lavender bra; a plant-able “tea seed paper;” a lilac goblet; and a new print for the wall is my spring-clean, just in time to have March stop by with all the freshness it trundles in. Happy Friday and happy new month everyone! I’m absolutely shocked we are at the advent of the third month of this year. Time is flying but I quite like it, there isn’t a moment to feel stagnant and stuck in this swift trot towards Spring.
About a week ago, a very excited, soon-to-be-first-time Grandmother contacted me about a custom apron project. Custom projects are my most time-consuming option of my shop but they’re also my favorite. I love working with people to create a real-life version of their mental creative picture. This project in particular was an unusual one, but when she shared her story with me I couldn’t refuse the experience and joining in on what seemed to be a special bond between she and her daughter.
When my customer was a first-time mother, a friend had given her an apron that had a dish-towel sewn into the waist-band in order to protect her clothes from the frequent and usually ill-timed baby-messes of new motherhood. When her daughter expressed interest in becoming the second-generation happy owner of her mother’s nostalgia-filled apron, her mum asked me to provide an updated, fresh version of the dish-towel apron complete with the new mother’s embroidered name, the parents’ alma mater colors: Oklahoma State orange, and the new baby’s nickname embroidered on the towel. After a deluge of Etsy conversation exchanges, some fabric shopping, and brain-storming, I came up with something we both loved:
In keeping with my shop’s theme of convertible aprons, I wanted this apron to have the option of wearing it with or without the dish-towel attached. I placed snaps underneath the waistband edging to hide the connection when “Rebecca” didn’t want to wear the towel, or, when she wanted to throw the towel in the wash and wear the apron by itself. It turned out fantastic. I love how personal it is for the new mum, both nostalgic and practical: a little nod to the college where she and her husband met, washable for any mess their new baby creates, and inspired by the apron her own mother wore when Rebecca was just a baby making her own messes. I am so happy to be part of their story in my own way, I wish them the best on their journey with this new little life.
English majors everywhere might strike me from English-major-kingdom for the superficiality of my interpretation of Robert Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening,” but I like to think that even the most die-hard of all literature-ites need a little lightness in their poetry readings, yes? I hope. Anyway, even if I’m the only one who likes to read a poem for its surface value and initial imagery it inspires once in awhile, I don’t really care because it’s Friday and everyone should just take a deep breath and stop trying so hard, don’t you think?
I love this poem. It’s simple, yet Frost makes you feel as if you’re really in the snowy woods with his speaker. When I read it, I immediately think of white, gold and silver, quiet simplicity, someone searching for a spot of warmth, and a person in the midst of a journey…translation: a perfect wedding inspiration! White with touches of gold and silver, and simple, rustic decor that will help the new couple begin their journey in a beautiful way: