my fairy godmother has granted my wish

My mother went to a dead woman's house today to go through her clothing to see if she could sell any of it at the Bring n' Buy. It would be an incredible understatement to tell you that she found some lovely things. When she came home from work, she had a car full of garments that must have totaled over $100,000. I am not even joking. This woman, whoever she was, was clearly a hoarder, but my favorite type of hoarder- a couture hoarder. I don't know her, or her name even, so for the time being she will be referred to as Ms. X

There were piles after piles after piles of Armani suits. Over thirty, easily. And all of them were paid in full at Neiman Marcus and Saks. She clearly was not one to shop the clearance racks. In fact, I hear she was so sick, she never left the house, so it must've been online shopping. And I guess she never got to wear anything, because nearly every piece of her clothing my grubby

little fingers touched still had the tags on.

Photographic Evidence:

I spent all afternoon loading these bags and boxes full of Ms. X's clothes. They were heavy.

Armani jacket, below- one of many. The price tag? $3,499.

My mom in an Armani leather jacket. Paid in full, of course.

ME, with some of Ms. X's D&G sunglasses. Receipt was in the case.

I thought I had a issue with collecting shoes. Ms. X had- in all sincerity- a PROBLEM. All her shoes were Jimmy Choo, Ferragamo, Stuart Weitzman, Prada,... and so on. All with tags, all unworn. The most action these shoes had seen was me screaming when I opened the boxes. And there were probably twenty boxes. According to my mom, this wasn't even 1/10 of what she still has to get from the house. I'm excited. It's too bad she wasn't my size...

Ahhhh, the boxes. The boxes, the boxes, the boxes. There were Hermes scarves falling out of bags all over my driveway today- it was as though I was in a marvelous dream that I never wanted to wake up from. I certainly wasn't even close to getting a scarf, but still, a magical experience.

I was allowed one jacket. One. The rest are going to the huge B&B extravaganza estate sale which I plan to work so that I can collect pieces as well. Anyway, this is Ralph Lauren Black Label. Black. Label. Dear lord. It's yet another purchase of Ms. X's from Neimans for a whopping $1,999. I lose my breath a little bit every time I look at it. The suade is so supple, and it fits me perfectly.

Honestly, for a little while, I was a bit disturbed about touching a dead woman's things, but I got over it once I realized what a good shopper she had been, and I began to lust over her clothing. Oh, and guess what the best part about this experience is? We still have to go back and get a few more closets full of clothing!!! Flipping out.

do re me fa sol la ti do ti la sol fa mi re do

Don't pay attention to the title, I've just had that stuck in my head since chorus... and it's driving me into madness. I just had to write it somewhere to get it out of my head.

Had to get my hair cut again today. It grows like a weed, but only when it's short. When I actually wanted it to grow, it refused. It's like my very own hair is trying to work against me. I feel so betrayed. You know what else I feel betrayed by? The weather. I was really warming up to this heat, and I have been moaning over it all winter- so it feels like a soccer punch to the stomach when it's in the LOW FIFTIES THIS WEEK! A little heat is all I ask, and I can't even get that.

Aaaaaaaand, to add to my list of grievances, which is basically what this is becoming, I took all my pretty shorts and skirts out of storage and now I can't wear them. Woe is me.

Which brings me to my topic: Jumpsuits/ Rompers

Roland Mouret

Chloe

I happen to adore these long jumpsuits, although they can sometimes resemble prison uniforms. Also, they are really hard to go to the bathroom in, since the top of the garment has to be taken down as well as the bottom in order to, yeah- unless you buy yours from a clever, bathroom- minded designer, of course. Just thought that was vital information that you simply needed to know.

Valentino

Karl Lagerfeld

Azzaro

Honestly, the short ones are my favorites. The first two really embody that spritely feeling in their length and cut which I die over a million times. Rompers without straps, especially the Karl Lagerfeld scream perfection to me- although it doesn't really obey the "dress code" at school. For one thing, the model's finger tips aren't shorter than the shorts end, and there's no straps. And it looks far too happy. She'd have to go to her gym locker and change. To make it more "school appropriate" I'd put simple a t-shirt under it to dress it down or a frilly white blouse underneath to dress it up. Eyelet. I'm beginning to salivate.

My past experiences with rompers were terrifying and I'd like to bury that in my past, if you don't mind. I bought a really super cheap one at the mall- and lets just say that it will now be a beach cover-up. Urg. Shiver.

I'd like to get a new one, actually... there was one at the marvelous Anthropology the other day.... but I mustn't tempt myself.

A Pitifully Short Post

Today, I went to the Anthropology all the way in New York City. And I didn't buy one thing, even though I had a fifty dollar gift card. I believe I am beginning to grow some self restraint.

MANNISH!!! ROAR!!!

Today was comprised mainly of writing paragraphs for an english project and sitting,twiddling my thumbs in the car on the way back and forth from Edwin's soccer games. And I didn't change out of my pajamas yet today. I feel so dingy and gross because I went out of the house like this, but then I don't really care too much. It's kinda cold again, unfortunately, I was really starting to get used to sitting outside instead of in the corner of my room and doing homework. Stupid nature, ruining my fun.

So while doing nothing, basically, all day, I was thinking about Dr. Martens. When I say Dr. Martens, I mean the boots. I can't seem to decide whether or not I think they are appealing or not. Sometimes I think they are for tasteless goths or industrial workers, and they are suited more for practical purposes than fashion. Then, every once in a while, though, I see someone wear them- and i just looks, for lack of a better word, cool.

(photos from dr.martens.com)

They can come off as a quirky sort of bohemian type look, which may be why they may be growing on me a little bit. With a proper outfit accompanying them, they might not entirely look as though you have lost your mind.

My issue, however, with them is the sole. It is too big and mannish. I don't particularly care for big and mannish, especially on something that goes on my feet. They are work boots, work boots that are designed especially for that construction worker who likes a little color in his life. I have difficulty seeing these for women once I see the sole. IF they changed the sole to be less mannish, I would be more fond towards these. Will they listen to me though? No.

underthings have a difficult time transitioning into overthings

My internet died again, hence the week-long silence. It was pathetically difficult for me, not to be able to go online for a week, since I'm not exactly one of those "play outside" types of girls. Most of the time I'm here on the computer, frying brain cells and slowly turning my eyeballs square over runway show after runway show. And I don't regret it either. I can accredit most of my knowledge of actually important things to the internet.

Anyway, my concentration for the time being is on the lingerie as actual clothing trend that you would have to be both blind and deaf not to notice. It was in nearly every show that I saw for this season, from Marc Jacobs to Dolce and Gabbana to Missoni.

In order: Marc Jacobs, Jean Paul Gaultier, Alexander Wang

Pretending for a moment that we are all gorgeous Amazonian s who weighed 60 pounds soaking wet, this would work nicely. Unfortunately for us, we are not, and it is my belief that only the woman who is 6'2 can even dream of pulling off a corset and briefs- in any environment. A sad fact of life, indeed. But, there are other factors that contribute to make this a rather unwearable trend. Pretty as it is, I doubt this type of garment is suitable for any workplace, you'd be fired for indecent exposure. I'd also imagine it'd be a bit embarrassing to walk around in your underclothes all day.

And people like me couldn't even begin to think about trying this because we would be shunted out of our little sheltered communities, for being extremely bizarre-looking or something. I'm sure it's a law here. It'd be worth it though, just to drive people insane. Muahaha.

happy happy colors

I spend a good five hours so far today peeling carrots, cutting carrots, and mixing carrots into my carrot cake that is supposed to be for Easter, but most certainly will not last that long. Right now, I'm pretty irritated with baby carrots. They are too wet once you get them out of the fridge, and they slip around in your hands when you're trying to peel them. This has resulted in several cuts on my hands. Baby carrots are also too small, and they remind me of amputated baby fingers. It isn't very enjoyable to sit in the sun peeling what looks like baby fingers after a severe spray tan.

Actually, the one thing I don't hate about the baby carrots is the color. Orange. It's my favorite color, and a very appropriate color to be wearing today because of the happy spring-ness that we will probably enjoy for another week before it rains again. Orange is a happy color, unlike purple, which is, in fact, the color of insanity... and royalty. I find it interesting how those things are related.

Anyway, the first thing that comes to my mind when thinking about orange in fashion is, well the Hermes (excuse the lack of accent) boxes that everyone wishes they will someday find on their front doorstep, left by the handbag fairies or something. At least, that's what I wish.

I also, for some reason, think of those neon orange jelly Tory Burch flats. I don't even know why. And so I went on the website to see if they still have them, just for curiosity's sake. Although, I often struggle with accessories that have labels stamped across them. It always seems garish to me.

I like these though. Even though everyone and their mother owns a pair. Correction: everyone and their mother owns a pair of the leather ballet flats. These must be a lot more comfortable, as their rubber, which is appealing, though I usually don't go for comfort over style. They are almost Croc-like in the way that you could walk all day in them without getting one blister.

Although, while going through all of her shoes, the clogs stood out far more than these. I would choose those over that any day, even though they don't come in my happy color. This will be a necessary improvement.

They do come in gold, though. Close enough.

Jenna Lyons

(photo credit to the neotraditionalist,com)

This is the exact same clipping that I ripped out of a Town and Country magazine some time last summer. I actually kept it, and I could find it, which is amazing considering all the random papers strewn all over my room.

She's the creative director of J. Crew, and I found her beginnings in the fashion industry very inspirational. Her grandmother gave her a sewing machine when she was a teenager, and she started to make her own clothes. Then, she graduated from Parsons The New School for Design (helloo) and then joined J. Crew, where she's been working for 20- odd years. You probably know her best from the "Jenna's Picks" that are sometimes on the walls in the stores and throughout the catalog.

I don't want to sound really egotistical or narcissistic or cocky or anything, but it's going to look like that anyway, so I was just thinking that she sounds a little like me. I mean, my grandma gave me my sewing machine, and I make clothes too. And I really want to go to Parson's too. I can only hope to be as successful as her though.