•April 9, 2010 • Leave a Comment

What is it about seasons that as soon as we’re finally in one – we start looking towards another?

I’m pulling out my favorite old Victoria magazines and feeling like it’s time to share.

One of my all time favorite dresses – in a late 90’s edition:

I love those shoes with that dress – this image is proof to me that simplicity done well can be timeless perfection. Happy Friday.

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In the Eaves

•April 9, 2010 • 1 Comment

How much do you love the painted walls and wood in this room. Featured in Country Home -british edition.

Maggie Norris

•April 8, 2010 • 1 Comment

-owns my heart when is comes to american couture. She combines tailoring, exquisite fabrics and classic feminine allure into some of the most amazing creations.

Here are a few of my favorite photos of a spread done back in the day in Victoria magazine. Ah Victoria magazine – the only thing I’ve ever stolen – starting at 7 yrs. old – from my Grandmother, Sapphire’s parlor… she still buys me my own subscription, through it’s brief lull and all.

You can see my grubby little finger marks all over the pages. I pull this issue out at least once a season.

More ancient Victoria Magazine goodness to come!

1st loves

•April 5, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I cut my hair yesterday. Just a bit. After I finished my annual spring tweaking -around 9pm. My first real beau told me when we were 14 that my hair looked best this length. And in the back of my mind that stuck – probably because it may have been one of the real true things he ever said. Ah well – he’s long gone – but my hair remains:

Shoulder Length.

Spring Tweaking

•April 5, 2010 • 1 Comment

Note: This is my longest post ever. You’re going to need a coffee, a wine, and probably an episode plan for this post. Marathon. Seriously:

I tweak about clutter. It may take a while but one day – there I’ll be – standing in an empty house  for sale of someone else’s – and it feels like perfection. It feels like sunlight and birds chirping and grass growing and small leaves forming and old carpenters who had two sets of clothing -one for work and one for sunday and all that clear uncluttered space isn’t possibility or lacking -it is perfected. And then I tweak. I don’t know where my dislike of crap comes from – but I run strong with the force of it. Light saber strong (you should see me with a light saber app – I can’t believe I just said light saber app – well – regardless – I was meant to be a Jedi. I mean it. I love a light saber on an iphone. It’s one of those unqualified things – I want messenger pigeons, linen shifts, woodstoves for heat -and a light saber app on an iphone.)

I digress.

I twitch at what The ErikRoomate calls human detritus. Twitching right now just thinking on it. In my perfect world I have a couch. Best couch ever. In a living room with a working fireplace and a candelabra. In the winter there is a wool blanket in the summer there is an old-timey fan. In the kitchen there is a perfect old farmhouse table. A pot. A kettle. Two plates. Two mugs. A bench. A linen dish towel.  Bedroom: bed quilt boots and twinkly lights. Bathroom: tub sink toliet shampoo soap. Wardrobe (I’m a fashion designer – what – there was always going to be a room with a wardrobe. there is a room with a wardrobe). 10 summer items. 10 winter items. 5 pairs of perfect shoes. 3 pairs of stockings. 2 hats. 2 belts.

But outside – there are more plants and pretty flowers than you can shake a stick at. That is my dream world. In my dream world I must have a web where I become a spider and spin clothing from my bellybutton – because if you really really want to know what makes this gal twitch crazy – It’s how much crap is needed in a working living apparel design and production studio. Wow. So Much Crap. Capital SMC. Yesterday I came home and started searching through my impressive collection of magazines. To Find The Picture – that sums up my dream world – and I found it surprizingly quickly:

Torn from a country living magazine – it’s backpage was often the reason I bought the whole mag. Which led me to ripping out so many pages and tossing 20 magazines away – in my ode to Too Much Detritus dance yesterday.

I went around for 7 hours like a crazy person – tossing fabric, magazines, things I never understood in the first place, and some clothing about – wailing and waving my arms about. One day I will own a white farmhouse on many many acres. There will be a barn where my studio resides – with shelving and doors to close on the crap. In my farmhouse there will be very little – but a good very little and there may be a couple of rooms with just 2 pieces of furniture and a stereo – and I will dance the dance of unencumberedness. I will dance to understand my body in space and movement through my hair and I will be free and untweaked and calm and most importantly – I will be very well dressed in an outfit that fits, perfectly spun on a make believe web.

Cheap Hats are like Cheap Tricks

•April 1, 2010 • Leave a Comment

that make me reconsider my boycott on Urban Outfitters.

a straw fedora wants so badly to be worn with the floor length organic henley dress from this spring/summer collection can’t you see it?

also in the spirit of letting it all hang out: I created one hideous cardigan last night. I love plaid, but wow. It’s metamorphosed over the last few weeks from a scratchy shirt thang  into a cardigan thing and now looks like the one bad cardigan worn by Sally Owens in Practical Magic. You know the one. Now it sits on the back of my sewing chair – waiting for a cool day – only slightly Wife of Jip. My hands are itching to fix the inside seams and put trim around the unfinished neck. But I won’t -no more precious time spent on homely… pictures to come. Even Cowgirl Designers Get the Blues.

p.s. thank you for your bits on “weekend wear” -keep ’em coming!

So I’m wondering

•March 26, 2010 • 4 Comments

what do you folks wear on your days off? Do you reach for the flannel? A favorite T-Shirt? Let me know – this is called research Fall 2011. Do you remember our moto?

On a side note – I came across this yesterday:

I’m a sucker for a man in a kilt. I just love it.