Friday, September 30, 2011
Behold. Silk blouse. Leather skirt. In pink no less!
Pink is a pretty massive venture for me, even one that keeps itself in the peachy blush spectrum. I thrive on my neutrals. Grey, black, white, brown. I'm damned well comfortable in them. They work for me. But I'm also getting to a point where I'm starting to think of them as lazy. Or at least my cop out reliance habit is.
To be honest, I'm feeling the style shift again. I'm sure a lot of that has to do with the fact that I've lost a lot of weight this year and I'm finally able to really picture myself in the kinds of things I've always coveted.
The problem with massive weight loss (and so far, the only problem I've come across) is that your established wardrobe quickly becomes obsolete. Your old stand-bys are suddenly limp fabric that no longer fits. Course of action? Clean house.
The last couple of weeks I've probably gotten rid of three gimongous trash bags of clothing. The result is I'm down to bare bones of essentially panties, work clothes, some jeans and my opera clothes. And while I look positively smashing in Bordeaux colored ball gowns, even I have to admit it would be a damned sight of what the shit if I were to waltz into Chipotle sporting that. Or I'd be the greatest Ab Fab cosplay enthusiast ever.
Now, quite a while back I mentioned Nina Garcia's books on style. In fact, I praised them. Honestly, now, they're great. If you don't already have it, go buy The One Hundred by Ma'am herself. I'm rereading it again and it's still just as good and relevant and a great tool for rebuilding your trousseau.
Recently, they opened a Nordstrom's Rack out near where my mother lives. I had yet to venture into it until today. Frankly, it's kind of a mish mash inside. Drugstore cosmetics in one corner, CDs in one bin, high end purses over there and scores of clothes everywhere. I had the feeling I had walked into a hoarder's house who just happens to have access to a black Amex card. I'm sure if you had the patience to dig through it all you'd probably turn up some real gems, but I just ended up poking around a bit, finding a couple things and calling it quits.
Those two things were a totally bitching greatest hits album of James Brown for $4 and a bottle of Versace's Crystal Noir at 30% off. It goes without saying that the James Brown cd was fabulous, but the Crystal Noir was more pure impulse than anything.
I bought Versace's rollerball of Bright Crystal, the lighter, more floral prominent sister fragrance to this one, a while back. It's pleasant, sheer and a good after the share scent. This one is definitely a little darker. More pepper notes, more aldehydes, but it shares the amber and musk base the other Crystal's do. It's not what I would call a femme fatale fragrance (what I'm imagining Femme Totale from Dita has just gotta be), but it's nice. Might prove to be a good first date scent. You know, when you don't want them to know just how much of a freak you can be. Before you bust out the Lempicka or the Mugler Alien, but after you wore some vanilla crap when you first met.
Speaking of impulse buys, for some reason I've been snatching up a lot of hand sanitizer. I'm around people all day because of work, so it's inevitable that I'll eventually catch someone else's cold, so perhaps this is just subconscious preventative shopping, but whatever it is, I've noticed the trend. The top two I've come across are Jurlique's Australian bush mint gel and EO's peppermint cleansing spray. The interesting thing about the peppermint spray is that essential oils are natural sanitizers. I bought this little spray tube while standing in line at Whole Foods, of all places, but I rather like it. Especially at $2.
This isn't so much fashion related as it is impulse shopping related, but I'm all skippy about it regardless:
I finally bought a Diana camera. She's so tiny and light and cute and I've named her The Wee Baby Seamus.
This is the part where you worry, my friends. This is the part where you worry.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I have this memory of my dad allowing my gran to babysit me for a day and when I came back I had pierced ears and press on nails. I was four. My dad flipped his shit and ripped them off and chewed out his in-laws. And forever more press on nails were considered trashy in my mind. Which, of course, made me want them all the more:
This isn't much of an update, but I felt the need to share the glory of trailer park chic I've been sporting. Also, total impulse buy, yay lapel pins!:
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
It's no secret I harbor an intense and dedicated love of all things Dita von Teese. It's also a big ol' duh moment when I say I'm a fume head.
Smush these two passions together and what do you get?
Me in line at the perfume counter buying the full size, the roller ball and all assorted gift boxes.
The rumor about Dita releasing her own perfume has been bopping around for a while now and a couple months she confirmed it, though didn't release any details other than it would be a darker tone and ever since I've been bouncing in my chair waiting to get my hands on a bottle.
The notes are Bourbon pepper, Bulgarian rose and Gaiac wood (a sweet and smokey oil that I imagine will be amazing with the pepper inclusions. While celeb fragrances garner a lot of (often deserved) flak, this one is something I'm already dreaming of. Perfume is just such a natural extension of Dita and her persona that I can't even fathom that she didn't take it seriously.
I'm also loving the vintage feel of the flacon, with it's black column bottle and you-saw-it-on-your-gran's-vanity ball atomizer, the packaging just purrs boudoir.
The initial line is slated to offer an Eau de Parfum in two sizes, a shower gel, lotion, deodorant and a gift back with roller ball sized vial and is expected in stores in late October.
Review to follow, lovelies.