Let me just start by saying I am obsessed with this vintage chiffon dress from the 60's.
Sure, it smells like a woman wore it to many a cocktail party back when I should have been nursing but was drinking from a bottle instead.
And the mild but impossible to deny scent lingering in the fibers is a combo of:
lacking any freshness whatsoever
large vintage store
old lady perfume (hey, I can make fun of something I am…)
maybe even a smoke or two
I was able to get over the aroma rather quickly and now you are going to have to tolerate many photos of this dress because I cannot get enough of it!.
It is perfect for my vintage, sequined, cashmere sweater from Hong Kong that I purchased years ago. That sweater never really went with anything I had, but I loved it so much I kept it anyway. I have got a THING for cashmere.
Yesterday this chiffon beauty arrived at my doorstep and when I pulled it out this morning, I felt an urgent need to slip it on (and force my husband to shoot photos of me).
Yes, I purposely stood in front of the flowers because they match the chiffon loveliness. I love Atlanta in the spring!
BUT… I DO NOT like the way this wig looks from the side. I should have worn the shorter one (or maybe brushed this one). Oh well, just focus on the dress!
More displeasure with side of the wig… too bad I don't know how to use my Photoshop program. But, I LOVE THAT DRESS!
The heels of my MJ's sunk into the pine needles. This dress looks amazing with flats too!
I love looking down and seeing that chiffon! I could almost take a bite of it!
And that PILL HAT. Definitely, from that angle, it makes my head look like a pill. A big pill that would be hard to swallow.
I can feel the chiffon moving in this pic.
My daughters like these MJ's. My youngest warned me that they might end up in her closet someday.
My aging wrist looks quite veiny in this pic. That is the thing about "growing in wisdom". It shows in your hands and wrists. Oh, and your lower arms and your upper arms too. Seriously though, the hands need some gloves past 45. Your grandmother wore them for a good reason. Granny was smart!
Now you can see this AMAZING!!! cashmere sweater. Black sequins are heavy on the top and scattered on the bottom. The pics don't do this cashmere beauty justice.
Pretending to be a princess for just three seconds.
Woodstock, my Sun Conure parrot, wanted to get in on the action too. He was headed for those sequins. He loves to chew buttons and any jewelry or pretty item I am wearing. His beak has a strong grip and he can be the great DESTROYER, so I can only hang out with Woodstock when I am wearing plain clothes and no makeup.
He insists on preening my face whenever he sits on my shoulder so to protect him from cosmetic chemicals, I have to be sans makeup. Parrots are ultra-sensitive to toxins.
I also see a few of Winston's dog hairs on my hat. Note to self for the umteenth time: Remember that lint brush!
Chiffon… and seams… indeed, it is a very good thing.
Okay. I feel better now.
I think I have had my chiffon, cashmere and sequin fix for the day. I hope you have too.
Until next time!
Chiffon Dress: Some Like it VintageCashmere Sweater: Vintage, British Crown Colony, Hong Kong Pearls: Akoya from American PearlMary Janes: Lumiani Watch: Rolex Oyster Perpetual
A farmer's work is never done, it's true. Today I am checking in on the farm in the Doncaster Chai Jacket, a 50's vintage velvet hat (with a pin) and some suede shoes I picked up from Urban Outfitters because they reminded me of Minnie Mouse. I always did like Minnie's style. She was into gloves too.
I decided to invest in some gloves… so I may be the only gloved wonder in the fashion/style blogging world now. Seriously, who would invest in gloves in this day and age? I bet if gloves were made to match t-shirts, everyone would want them.
My puppy Winston loves velvet. You can see he is tasting it here.
Minnie Mouse, you know how to wear a pump! A mouse after my own heart you are.
We had lunch at Fuego Mundo in Atlanta today. This is me after two glasses of yummy sangria.
I forgot my wallet and the server refused to give me a sangria because I didn't have my ID. So I had my husband order twice as many and I drank them when they weren't looking.
Of course they couldn't serve a minor, and the fact that my 18 year old daughter was there, celebrating her birthday, just proved how young I am. Good thing they didn't serve me any alcohol, huh? Being that I am so youthful and look UNDER 21… (how did they miss those CROW'S FEET????!!!)
Drum roll please…
My husband says this shot was slightly provocative. I almost didn't post it, because the last thing I want to be here is provocative! I think we could do with less of that in this somewhat repressed, yet hyper-sexed society that has difficulty controlling itself. Enough of the provocative already!
I feel this picture is more on the artistic side; the wind just lifted my skirt gently and then put it down. Since my husband said it was okay to post it, there you have it! Yes, he is the boss of me. Just because he gave me a big fat rock he gets to tell me what to do… and I listen.
Speaking of a mouse… now we come to the video portion of our program. This incident happened last night.
You will discover how I really don't like mice and the fact that I tolerated Minnie at all was a miracle!
Dozens of plants were transplanted in the plant beds and in the aquaponics rocks just two days ago. I decided to take a look in the greenhouse and see how they were doing while wearing this outfit I call "Peach Tree".
The brown reminds me of a tree trunk and the peachy pink linen dress with all the details is such a Peach, don't you agree?
I am standing next to a rain barrel that was overflowing from all the rain rolling off of the greenhouse last night. Both of my rain barrels are full of water now.
The plant next to my feet is a curry plant I grew last year. It was dormant through the winter but is now ready to spice up some dishes again.
Seamed stockings… no surprise.
I am wearing one glove to cover up the hideous cut with stitches on my hand. I really need gloves to come back in style now (and not just because my hands are veiny and definitely show that I am pushing 50).
Indeed, it is easy to fall in love with all that embroidery and beading. Be still my heart.
A-line please. Thank you very much.
Shoes that are square and pointy-ish at the same time. It doesn't get any better. My daughter says, "Those shoes are weird."
Lip liner and a few good pumps from that "lip plumping/pumping machine" did the trick here to plump up my lips (that insist on deflating more and more every year that goes by). I love beauty secrets! Whoops. Did I just type that out loud?
If I don't look so happy in this photo there is a reason. I just found BUGS on my precious little tomato plants and also on the pepper plants. It is a battle with bugs from here on out. Welcome to the life of an urban farmer!
Speaking of curry… how about trying this dish from the Rouxbe Cooking School? Truly, Rouxbe is the BEST way to hone up on those skills in the kitchen (so you can be styling there too).
The "Naked" line of eye shadows from Urban Decay arrived today. Pretty aren't they?
They are not new and have been reviewed by every fashion blogger to date, but still, I wanted to share something with you about this line of glimmer for your lids.
The colors are delectable, truly delicious, but when I saw the names of the shadows, I began to see much darkness. I got turned off actually.
I have known for some time that there is a great spiritual darkness that currently hovers over the world, and it is apparent by examining the names of the shades of the Urban Decay eyeshadows.
But before I begin, has anyone noticed the name "Urban Decay" and what that really means?
When a company sets out to create products, the names they choose speak volumes about their mission. So, we have a company who embraces the name "URBAN DECAY". Last time I checked, decay had to do with rotting of your teeth.
Imagine if I would have named Tooth Soap® "White Decay" or something like that 8 years ago. With names like Peppermint Booty Call or Smoggy Spearmint?
I won't digress about that now, but please, do note the names that Urban Decay has chosen to give to ladies to read daily:
It is not ironic that the names chosen also describe what is happening in our morally declining society.
Instead of the "fluff" words that Urban Decay chose above, why not "tell it like it is"? Why not be an honest and forthright company putting names of truth on the colors so ladies really know what they are applying to their precious eye lids?
Here are the real names:
one night stand
flirt, leave guys hanging, ready to attack
involved but hiding
so drunk you could die
pure but not really
wasted out of your mind
out to lunch
messed up on drugs
One problem I have with some of the big companies who make money off of our impressionable youth is the irresponsible messages they convey. The worst part, however, is that so many lovely ladies don't even know they are ingesting this mental trash, daily, every time they see the names.
A lovely girl might choose "booty call" as her choice of eyeshadow for the day, but does she also realize that the thought that she is a "booty call" is now in the back of her mind? No one is immune to this, no one.
Clearly, it is easy for one to see that we become, act and mimic those things that we see and think about. This is evident from our culture and all of what we currently embrace.
Dear Precious Ladies of the world:
You are worth more than this.
The colors of Urban Decay are pretty, but please, they are just eye shadow. There is a ton of other make up available that will not leave you with any type of unhealthy impressions in your mind (that you can never delete).
I give Urban Decay a big fat FAIL because they have bought into the idea that poisoning with words is surely okay, as long as the bottom line supports it.
The truth is, you can make your own eye shadow at a fraction of the cost. I will show you how. Why buy into the hype when you don't have to?
You become what you think about. Take this to heart and make it a part of your being, because it is absolutely true.