“I hate the idea that you shouldn’t wear something just because you’re a certain age.” – Miuccia Prada
It’s been a rough couple of weeks, with all the rain, though I’ve found some interesting outfit pairings as a result. On Tuesday I wore my mother’s old maternity cape with a pair of ballet flats and a mini skirt I fashioned out of two knit placemats from the 70’s. The cape totally dwarfed me, which I loved.
I love playing with proportions. Of course my gym teacher didn’t understand why I couldn’t play tag in it or why I wouldn’t remove it, thus ruining the look. Sigh. I was shaking my head, as they say.
Victor Frankl noted that those who have a “’why’ to live” can bear with almost any “how,” and I’m slowly learning to deal with the “how” of living well and in the first grade.
Assuming that summer is really here, can we talk for just a second about jumpers? I am dying for jumpers right now. They are so comfortable and so easy to move in. And a nice silk scarf to offset the look, with the knot tied on my good side to lead the eye. I am feeling a lot for colors right now, which is very unusual for me. I don’t usually do a lot of color but after a marathon of watching Yo Gabba Gabba, I started feeling inspired.
When the sun finally came out this week, my friend Ella came over and shot the photos below. I put together a vintage inspired look as we were going to get tea in the afternoon. I love this look because it’s fun to put together, functional for your day, but also editorial. The jewelry, fur collar, and purse are all inherited from my grandmother. She was so major when she was alive. I couldn’t find just the right skirt, so I made some adjustments to a leopard print towel from the Martha Stewart collection. I was really pleased with the results.
Here I am getting ready—making sure the styling is just right:
I really do look more beautiful with a pout rather than a smile and I’m lucky to have a friend like Ella, who appreciates my peculiar deportment.
Well, my 30 minutes of online time is up, and I have at least 4 more pages of Le Petit Prince to digest before going to bed. Don’t you feel that his pajamas are made of the softest linen? I wish I could touch them, but one can’t have everything one wants in this life.
xoxo
Andréwa
