Little Recap

Sorry, those few of you who may be reading me, for my lack of posts last week. My internet died, and I was having computer-related meltdowns everyday. So sorry to keep you waiting, whoever you are. Anyone? Is there anyone there?

So that was my outfit Friday. I recently was given maybe six pairs of brightly colored tights and I honestly can't think of a time I've been more excited to look like I have crayons for legs. Then, my dreams were crushed because I heard it was supposed to be ninety degrees today and I thought I'd never get to wear them. But, the devil prevailed again, and the heat never rose over 45. It's like I'm being teased by nature. And nature's really good at pushing my buttons.

Michael Stars t-shirt, J. Crew blazer, Fogal tights, Ralph Lauren shoes and Ogo shirt/ dress thing

Michelle Smith must also enjoy crayons. It reminded me rather literally of Milly's winter show, but I hadn't consciously been inspired by it or anything. Must've been some weird sort of connection I made sub-conciously in my head. I wonder what other ideas I'm retaining but not aware of? A lot, probably, but none of them are of much use.

ALEXANDER WANG FOR LINDA FARROW CAT GLASSES

Feast your eyes on them. They are super-chic in a weird sort of awesome Cat-Woman superhero type way. They could also double as a disguise from the bad guys, and to keep your identity hidden from the general public, if you are that secret-identity-type hero.

Then again, I think that they would be just as helpful to the villians. Was Cat Woman a villain? Villains are so much cooler than superheros, they can so whatever the heck they want and they don't have to worry about if the general public agrees with them. The heros are always being shunned and stuff from society because they don't so such a good job all the time. The bad guys have so much less pressure, I want to be one of them. I'd strike fear into the hearts of all people! Annnnnd I'd have those glasses. The very thought must have you shaking in your boots.

new york state of mind

I miss the city. I know I was there just yesterday and I should be happy I went at all, but I'm greedy. It's so different there. Even though it was raining, there were still hoards of people outside- trudging through the puddles with their chic little clear umbrellas going about business as usual. It may be dark and wet and depressing, but they have a different state of mind than those in suburbia, there is still tons of energy, even on bleak days like these. Yeah, we don't work that way in Ridgefield. Everyone rushes to the Stop and Shop before it rains and loads up on food before the rain, because they somehow suspect that a little rain will stop them from coming back tomorrow, and their families will be starved. We all tend to hole up in our houses and drink decaffeinated tea all afternoon (as caffeinated will stunt my growth) because we cancelled all plans. And even if we decided to go out, a) there is nothing here to do, since we have maybe 30 stores in total and b) there is no one to do nothing with, since it's a ghost town.

You see my position? I miss the city, and I'm in the mood to complain.

There is, however, one thing I couldn't dream of moaning about today. Imagine my surprise when I came home to find the EXACT pair of oxfords that I have been dreaming about laying on my bed. At first, I thought it to be a mirage, how could something so dreamily perfect be in my possession? Well, they are, and I've been wearing them around the house ever since finding them.

They're Ralph Lauren, and have the exact scholarly feeling I have been yearning for. You can see through the sides, which is interesting, and they also have those intricate hole leather details that remind me of older men's loafers. I will wear them with everythin

g, and I mean it.

I'm off to do a sun dance now...

MOOD FABRICS

March is miserable, there are ZERO days off school and the weather is so weirdly in-between winter, spring, and summer. I needed a day off. Today, I uh, took a mental health day and went to the city. It rained. Figures.

We went to Mood Fabrics, which I have been dying to go to ever since I started watching Project Runway and began to sew.

Let me set the scene, because it is just so dramatic and glamourous.

Mood is in a really old building, and it is on the third floor. In the elevator, there is some guy in a doorman's suit who has to physically stop it and open the doors.

When you actually walk in, it's surreal, at least for a nerd like me. It is just aisle after aisle after aisle of fabrics. There were three floors, and the walls of yards of fabric were two times taller than me. I was, to be cliche, like a kid in a candy shop, meandering around, and making sure to touch absolutely every fabric that I come near.

I was beside myself, there was way too much beautiful fabric for me to get my head around.

They also had, like, three walls of buttons and and ENTIRE corner devoted entirely to trims. I died. Just died.

I didn't buy anything, since I had no real, vision or anything for a garment, but I did debate for maybe a half hour about whether or not to get some of that crazily soft jersey.

The people in the store were inspiring by themselves. There was this one, maybe 70ish man walking around in skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and black Doc Martins. We don't have people like that in Ridgefield, they would be shunned from our boring society or something.

evening wear when it's not evening?

This month's Harper's Bazaar has an interesting article about how recently, evening wear has not been restricted to evening. For example, sequins in the morning? Honestly, I've never thought about this, as I am 13, have no life, so I don't ever have anywhere to go to at night. So, I guess I am guilty of this too, because if I didn't wear my fancy shmancy clothes during the day, I would have no where to wear them!

Emma Watson spotted before 6:00 pm.

I also suppose that his new movement of evening in the morning will help the working woman move from day to evening more efficiently, as it doesn't require them to go home and change, but it does make you question what will evolve from this. Will there be Marchesa gowns in Starbucks next? Chanel in the office? Galliano at school? Who knows.

pretty flowers

I've been looking for something to match my current state of mind. At first, I thought, maybe those cat eyeglasses, because my current state of mind is a little kooky right now. Well, actually I just want to get out of school for the summer (61 days!) so I can go to Parsons, but I suppose I'm a little ahead of myself. I did get a letter from them the other day, giving me my classroom number and ID card. I'm freaking out a little. A lot. Cannot wait any longer before imploding! Not exploding, but imploding, as I will erupt from the inside out with all my excitedness. I'm watching Project Runway tonight though, so I can be there in spirit, I suppose.

Keeping Parsons in mind, I was beginning to think of outfits I could wear there, they must be in the ultimate of fierceness. I mean, what if they are taping a new season of Project Runway and I see them wearing something stupid??? What would Michael say? No, he probably wouldn't note my existence, he's too fabulous, but anyway, someone might, and I don't care to look like a moron.

To end my ramblings, I really enjoy Erdem's spring collection. Florals are really appealing to me lately, perhaps because I am willing summer to come, even though we're just getting into spring.

Endearing little jumper, you agree? Please do me a favor and say that in a British accent. I kept me amused for like ten minutes. The colors are happy. They have emotions, and if you could see their little flowery faces closely right now they would just be beaming. I guess they're always beaming though, because they are stuck in that one print for eternity. Imagine, being happy for eternity! Very cheerful flowers.

Lovely texture. Also, please note the platform heels in what appears to be the same print. There was a time when I thought that platforms were restricted to strippers and people of that sort, but this year, my aversion to them has been replaced with a strong like. I now find myself drawn to them, especially pretty flowery ones with a Mary Jane feel about them with the strap. Agreed?

slightly dumbfounded

Sorry, my internet has been messed up for a few days, so I couldn't post anything without getting infuriated. But before I will talk about some sort of clothing infatuation I'm having, I would like to take a brief moment to revel in the weather. SUN, there is. This weekend it was full- on winter weather, and now, it's almost 65, I think. This makes me happy and joyful and annoying because I am best at finding bad adjectives and these are all good ones. This concludes my weather comments for the day.

I'm not sure if this comes as a shock to anyone else, or if I just have my head buried so far underground that I haven't heard, but Tory Burch isn't an actual designer. She's more of a stylist, and she has "ideas" that she passes on to her design team, and they come up with the collection. Bothered? I am. I don't know why exactly, maybe it's because I feel like the designer is where all the talent lies, but I don't respect her as much as I used to.

Of course, she never claimed to be a designer, so it's not like I can call her a liar or anything. And I guess she is the brains behind the ascetic of the line, but you know, it just bothers me that those pieces of clothing that millions slave over didn't technically come from her. Is it weird to say that I feel like the designs don't have as much integrity in my mind, now that I know that they came from a design team rather than the woman who takes credit and fame?

Probably.

spring/summer 2010