Wednesday, November 20, 2013

I Have Seen My Future And It Is Bright

If you are a woman, in your 40's, both, or hell, neither, I highly recommend that you take 45 minutes out of your day to watch this. It will be the best 45 minutes you have spent all year.





Saturday, November 9, 2013

A Hustle Here And A Hustle There

This will be such a quick, dry and dirty downward post but I need to share and I care to share. I am feverishly working on a retail site. It's hard to convey the work/time balance this requires, but there are times I'm sure there are green trolls crouching in corners laughing at me.

I did pull off this today:



Specifically I'm sharing this to link a few bits of info when there is no time to make the cute button. Ruffled on Facebook is where you can see the current fabulosities I am working on. Or perhaps you have a custom request...message me there. I Instagram. I Pin. Made some friends today, but for now, I conjure the sugar plum fairy. RIP L.R.  

And by that, I just mean I'm going to bed.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

What's The Story, Morning Glory?

And with that title, you couldn't help but think it must be all sunshine and lollipops over here, right? The truth is, I hate this time of year in my otherwise beloved Texas. It's September but still One-Ugh-Dred degrees. It's stupid to be mad at the weather though, right? And there are many, many things that make me happy this week. Like stumbling upon some Pinterest boards that have made me wonder how I ever Pinned without them. And of course, New York Fashion Week, which officially kicked off today and which causes me to constantly hit the refresh button on Style.com. And both of these things I can do whilst surrounded by the frigid bursts of air-conditioning, so all is well, really.

So, to entertain myself today, I decided to dress up and pretend like I was sitting on the front row of the Michael Kors show and just before it was time to give the standing O, the Man Repeller whispered something funny in my ear. And yes, I would be wearing trackies (yes, I just used a cute word for 'track pant') out of white stretch lace, totally after Labor Day, with a crop to boot. 




I know you're going to ask, so I'm going to go ahead and tell you that yes, I do know and appreciate the difference between a 20 year old crop and a 40 year old crop. I can't help it, it's not just flighty summer love I have for the crop but love the proportion to a baggie bottom or midi skirt. And by looking at the few shows that have come out of New York today, it's not going away, folks. 

So how did we get here? Well, I've love-loved the slouchy track pants that I've seen everywhere on the nets but it took me a while to find a pattern that came close (at the time...could be more choices out there now). 




For me, it's all about fabric choice that really makes something your own and I have many yards of this stretch lace that I found at a thrift store months ago. When I say I collect vintage fabric, I should say I collect 'previously owned' fabric, because sometimes I honestly have no idea the decade from whence it came. These babies were super easy to sew up but really only with a serger...because lace + stretch would equal a disaster on a sewing machine, for moi anyway. And these I'll keep, because I made them as is so I wouldn't necessarily sell a garment that I made straight from a store-bought pattern (more on that in a bit).

The top, on the other hand, is somewhat designed by me. And since I alluded in the last post to the non-existent magic, I'll tell you how I got there. I've mentioned on the blog before that I am proudly self-taught, still learning, but pattern drafting is one of the things that I'm not sure I have the capacity to learn. I sort of like my rouge ways, I suppose. What I will often do is take an element of a pattern that I like and build from there. I really love a boxy t-shirt top, but made from cotton or silk instead of knit.



I loved the ease and look of this t-shirt top from this vintage pattern. I used it as a base, but more specifically, I used the neckline and the line under the armpits. I did lengthen the sleeves, left off the neck interfacing (I hate those and it's a little old-fashioned), color blocked it and of course, cropped it. I could even draft out different sizes of this if I wanted to, still following the same shape. I love the fabrics but I only had small pieces of each, which made it perfect for color blocking. And then I trimmed it out with some gold trim, the wide of which I've sat on and use only particularly. The trimming out was inspired by this, btw...




...which was from Louis Vuitton S/S2011, and I still go back and look at because it was oriental AND art deco and you should too.

So the process, per se. A little nerdy, but I LOVE it. And if loving it is wrong, I don't want to be right. Hit me with your questions, actually a gentle toss would be nice so I don't have to work up a sweat.


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

I Brought My Pencil...Give Me Something To Write On

Oh well, hi there. This place feels familiar. You can't see it, but I have a little smile on face. And a smile is quite the opposite of how my face appeared approximately two hours ago when it was so pinched that only a few terse words could escape at a time so as to avoid a cranial explosion. But see, this is the environment my brain has no choice but to operate in and luckily now, it's allowing my fingers to type. I really don't want to bore you with blogging about blogging, but here I go and just bear with me. It's no surprise to anyone who has read this blog and my words that I have a slight pull towards the nostalgic, the romantic, the analog. And sometimes in my attempts to brand, tweet, pin, swim through social media while taking deep breaths, I realize my head is less and less above water. So what do you do? You pull the plug to let all the attempts at relevance just drain out and you watch the joy drain out as well. You see...this on-line presentation of oneself doesn't feel so natural for most my age. It's an effort. But there are some unequivocal truths for me:  I miss writing and I miss sharing what I'm making, and hell, I need goals, I need drama and I need a reason to pluck my eyebrows.

So back to the smile. I'm working on something new. For one, a collection but don't get too hung up on that word, because it will be very schizophrenic at best. But photographed and styled...on a model. And I'm moving over to a new format...twerking that as we speak (I did just use that word correctly, right?). The blog will still be, but a page, or tab, if you will. Ah, consolidation or one big bowl of me, if that's better. The blog will focus more on the process, beginning with inspiration, because why? I love fashion, I love trends, but I hate fast fashion. If I Pin something or clip it out of a magazine, there's a good chance I can't afford it. But I can make it and it's not magic. 

Take this for instance. 




Nope, didn't make it but picked it up at a thrifty because I love African wax print fabric. LOVE. Loved it even before I first noticed this line, but my god, this line blows my mind. It's Stella Jean.


Source.

And now I have a ton of it and I'm going to mix it with some plaid because I love mixing prints.




As you can see. And then I'm going to show you what I've made and how I made it. 

So do what you love, don't worry about the outcome and the rest will follow. You can put away your notebooks now, class dismissed. 

Ps. I'm not sure how this will look when it moves to the new space so ummm....look for flares. Or a biplane with a trailing banner. I miss the Blimp.

Pss. This will coincide with NYFW. Calculated coincidence? I wouldn't throw money at that.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Like The Cat That Ate The Canary

Actually, the opposite of that or Things That Have Been Absolutely Humbling In The Last Two Weeks:

1. Working on something for HOURS, as in a whole day, and on a procrastinated deadline only to have to take the next day ripping it apart.

2. Literally, as in not metaphorically, falling down and eating pavement in front of your son and his classmates.

3.  Thinking someone was hitting on you and, as you find out later, was absolutely hands down not hitting on you.

Feeling a little big for your bloomers? I would suggest hanging with me. I bet I could help shut you down in less than 24 hours. In the meantime, carry on with your bad selves.

ps. I can still take photos with other devices besides my phone. 

Friday, April 26, 2013

What's New Pussycat?


If this dress were Tom Jones, I'd throw my panties at it, I love it so. I'm setting up shop at a local fest in about a week, so I'm a bit pressed for time. Daring tales of the inappropriate, vintage treasures uncovered, reminisces that know no bounds all weave wonderful stories, but alas, another day, my kitties. In the meantime (meaning a few days), I'll pass along the whereabouts of my gypsy den, but pencil in May 4th. Until then....whoooa, whoooa.

Friday, March 22, 2013