Emergency Alert! Blizzard Warning. Huh? What? Either my iPhone was hacked and blurting out sounds -bypassing my vibrate setting- or I was in for some crazy weather. Crazy for a Southern girl; keeping it in perspective for you.
Naively, I reasoned I was the only lucky one to receive the alert. Life as usual for everyone around me – I hightailed it over to the Rag and Bone presentation, existed the subway and enter the twilight zone. Laughing at myself, I suffered through snow inflicted wounds. Is it supposed to hurt like this? Or is this some NY engineered hail, complete with daggers and all. (Mind you, while I’m contemplating whether to seek refuge, my life ebbing away, New Yorkers were STILL in their groove.) My hope waned. No kidding. I mean, I couldn’t see. And to look where I was going put me in danger of losing an eye.
Rag and Bone was my first and only show for the day so I cheered up at their Sigmund’s Pretzel bar. What the heck, I might as well reward myself. Aymeline proved to be my favorite model of the week, and entertained the blizzard out of my mind. Blizzard, what?
But of course, reality has a way of bringing itself back.
Top 2 images: Richard Chai presentation
Remaining backstage shots: Rag & Bone presentation
I’ve been cooped up in my home for the last few weeks pounding away at a smoking sewing machine. Literally smoking. There’s a reason why industrial machines exist.
My first trunk show is this week, Thursday to be exact, and the pressure’s on. Not stress… Presssssure. Plus, I’m loving every minute! Even better, I finally ventured out in actual clothing after wearing the same black tights, blouse and leather jacket for goodness knows how long. Yes, I’ve tossed them into the dirty clothes bin. Time, and maybe even a little sound judgement, fly by when you’re having fun.
When I finally came up for air, the husband and I ran out to snap me in my little red or burnt [insert color] dress. It’s not exactly red, but I can’t remember how my mother described it. Freezing, we jumped in the car, drove like two hungry maniacs to a friend’s, and refueled on vegetable tomato soup, Havarti & cheddar grilled cheese sandwiches, and loads of laughs. We need a personal chef BAD. Who’s willing to donate their time. haha
Dress: Anthropologie, a lovely gift from the people who love me
Shirt: Clothing swap find
Boot: Miss Sixty
By the way, please spread the word about the Trunk Show. And if you’re in NY this week, I hope to see you there:
Date: Thur, Feb. 16
Locale: Ehvonnae | 145 Front St. Unit B, Brooklyn, NY
Haha! These crazy shorts. I know. I thought the same thing while wearing them. And yes I know the patterns don’t quite line up in the front, but I’m getting there.
The two sisters Poly and Ester helped me with this one. I cut them to size, sewed them, and threw them on for a little psychedelic shorts action. Which warranted a relative to say, ‘where are you going in that?’. Plus, I mistakable wore these to a tea party with little girls, seriously, and was asked by the responsible adult, to change.
Haha. I need to plan my days better.
Blouse: Vintage from my Grandma
Shorts: Old fabric from my Grandma
Puffer Jacket: United Colors of Benetton
Boots: Miss Sixty
How ironic: I go to my grandmother’s to help her clean out her closet only to bring a third of it to my home. Why? Because she REALLY wants me to have it. OK, and yes, it is true I have an affinity for old clothing. At this rate, I’ll become her public storage unit by the end of the month. NOT GOOD!
This old sweater is one of her gifts to me. I’m not a rose print (or whatever flower it is) kind of girl but my grandmother put some kind of spell on me that made me WEAR this thing. With peace signs in hand I enjoyed every minute of it.
I may need an intervention. Soon. Not just yet. I’ll let you know.
Thank you Erica for the lovely shots. You are one of a kind.
Sweater: An old Suzy Phillips
Jeans : JCrew
Earrings: I made them. They are not in my shop yet, but stay tuned.