Hey fashionistas and style queens/ princesses. Winter is around the corner, but there are still lots of days in this fall season left to strut your fall fashion and everyday style know-how.
Plaids done right, boots and booties galore (especially with interesting embellishments), opaque leggings, leopard print anything, lacy tights, ruffles, lace, pearls, trench coats and so much more feminine fabulousness is on trend right now. I am super excited about a chic classic growing in popularity for fall and winter- TWEED. Chanel lovers everywhere are celebrating. An outfit with a tweed jacket can be transformed from classic and prissy (of which I am still a fan) to punchy and unexpected by adding over a tight tank, with dark-wash denim jeans and sexy heels or over a fabulous dress with heels... Button the jacket, leave it open, put a belt (or ribbon) over the jacket... The possibilities are almost endless.
Keep in mind, most of the above trend-worthy items are pretty classic so this is a great time to buy staple pieces for your wardrobe. As always, flavorize each outfit with your own touch.
Accessories and hair are perfect avenues to customize your look further. High volume hair and sexy poofs are super hot now (and always have been to me, as I often do a voluminous poofy bun with my hair). Add a sassy clip and voila! With that said, you may want to make certain that you are completely satisfied with the volume of your hair before you walk out the door. How does your hair look from all angles? There is a fine line between "what-the-Jersey?" and sexy superstar.
Always make sure you are 100% confident with your whole ensemble. It should fit and flatter you, no matter which trend or style. You are beautiful, and your style should accentuate that (not detract from that).
Have a fabulous day every day! Stay stylish.
Showing posts with label tweed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tweed. Show all posts
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Pink Chanel Suit - Charlotte's earliest fashion memory
Remember the "Earliest Memory" competition that the soon to be launched website Young British Designers held? Well, if my partner's sister Charlotte had written an entry, it would have been about the pink Chanel suit that was given to her as a child. She never took it off, I was told, and played in the holiest of fashion tweeds, merrily in the sand. I really loved that idea and wanted to replicate the suit as I imagined it for her birthday. The birthday was a few months ago but I finally got round to doing it. Researching vintage Chanel patterns, I have updated the pattern a notch - I included seams at the back to give it a bit more shape and created a pleated soft tear which points up the shoulders.
Autumn tartan dress
The top part is made from handwoven Donegal tweed fabric from weaver Jimmy McNeil in Shandon, Ireland. It is lined with think suiting cotton and the skirt is made of heavy knit wool in a full circle.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen - my favourite piece
As I was humming happily and eating my breakfast porridge and doing my morning ritual of going through the latest tweets, my spoon dropped and my heart started beating at a rate not recently experienced by a chair potato like me. I came across Fashion Foie Gras' post about Sarah Burton's first Resort Collection for Alexander Mc Queen, sourcing her pictures from Jim Shi's twitter account.
More precisely, my heart fluttered as my eyelids opened wide and the goosebumps slowly but steadily worked their way across the surface of my body.
Look at the perfection of this dress/ coat. As I write this, my heart rate is still trying to calm down. Now, I'm not going to discuss whether she was the perfect choice or how far this is in connection with the real Alexander Mc Queen (although I probably should) - I simply want to admire this dress/coat. On its own. Without context, without meaning, just for its alone standing perfection.
And here it is, once again, in its full glory of perfection (in my eyes):
Monday, June 7, 2010
Oscar de La renta Resort Runway show - Tweed and Silk in screenshots and pyjamas
Comfortably sitting in my Pyjamas I was waiting eagerly to watch the Oscar de la Renta Resort Show 1011 at 1pm, hence 6pm in London. Here are some screenshots I managed to take.
It started out with lots of tweed in blue and nude tones and some adorable straw hats that I am known to wear and would wear, moved on to flowing chiffon prints in layers and layers of ruffles, onto voluminous skirted corsetted ball gowns that just took my breath away.
I was too in awe to get a picture quickly enough. These two were my favourites! (Above and below). The embellished nude sheer black dress - amazing. The nude layered big, big gown - almost incomprehensibly perfect. I'm swooning over here.
And here's Oscar de La Renta, the man himself!
The pictures were taken in screenshots from the live streaming at FullFrontalFashion Sundance Channel.
It started out with lots of tweed in blue and nude tones and some adorable straw hats that I am known to wear and would wear, moved on to flowing chiffon prints in layers and layers of ruffles, onto voluminous skirted corsetted ball gowns that just took my breath away.
I was too in awe to get a picture quickly enough. These two were my favourites! (Above and below). The embellished nude sheer black dress - amazing. The nude layered big, big gown - almost incomprehensibly perfect. I'm swooning over here.
And here's Oscar de La Renta, the man himself!
The pictures were taken in screenshots from the live streaming at FullFrontalFashion Sundance Channel.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
UH-UH's FLASHBACK FRIDAY [i]
I found this on my computer. I wrote it about a year ago:
It's sad and it's true.
My grandmother has Alzheimers. She is no longer the woman I grew up loving and admiring. This is very sad to say BUT it is very honest and very true. Some days I see the woman who used to inhabit her body, and other days I am forced to stare at a woman who I no longer know, one who I think does not even know herself.
[Uh-Uh and I -- 2007]
If she find's out I put a picture of her up without her make-up on she WILL KILL ME--Alzheimers or no--she'd cut a bitch if she found out.
[oh and excuse the squinty eye syndrome that I've got goin' on--it's a problem sometimes]
The Story of Uh-Uh:
We call my grandmother Uh-Uh.
Yes, like when you tell a child "Uh-uh, don't touch that, no, no." That's where my Uh-Uh's name came from. No we don't call her Maw-Maw, or Mum-Mum, or Ni-Ni, or Nana. Sometimes we squeeze a Granny in here or there, but to everyone in my immediate family, and amusingly to many of my friends, my grandmother is called Uh-Uh.
When my cousin T [the first of the four cousins] was born my grandmother would often watch T at her condo--it's more like a townhouse, but if you knew my Uh-Uh you would say she lived in a CONDO too... it's more fancy-schmancy when you say Condo versus saying Townhouse, and my Uh-Uh is not a normal woman who resides in an ordinary Townhouse.
So getting back to the story:
Grandmother [cuz she's not been named "Uh-Uh" yet] liked (and still does like) things. She collects and buys things. Now these things are not just knick-knacks and woo-has, these are nice things. Like china, and vases, and antiques, and other extravagant items from her travels around the world (yes, the woman traveled AROUND THE FRIGGIN WORLD--I'm jealous too).
Well cousin T was a grabby baby, and since she was the first baby born [of the four cousins] she got it all, and "No" was not in her vocabulary. Upon arrival to grandmothers home cousin T had to unfortunately learn "No" the hard way. Grandmothers house was never baby/toddler proof, and to the day we moved her out, over 20 years later, it never was made to be baby/toddler proof. In order to save her lovely priceless items, grandmother had to tell cousin T "Uh-uh, don't touch that--No, no, you can't play with that" an awful lot.
Upon a visit to grandmothers house, Aunt R with baby/toddler cousin T in tow met grandmother at the door. Grandmother greeted them with a "Hello!," and cousin T greeted grandmother with a "Hi Uh-Uh!" And so the name stuck.
After telling the poor, touchy child "uh-uh" so many times, the phrase turned into a name, and the stuck with all four of the grandkids.
So, when I talk about my Uh-Uh you know that I'm talkin' about my granny. My much loved, much missed, yet still around, but not all that much the same woman she mentally used to be, Alzheimers stricken grandmother.
And NOW!
Are you ready?!
My Grandmother is dying.
Everyday she loses a piece of herself. Bit by bit her life is being taken from her, and there is absolutely nothing she nor we, her family, can do to help her.
It's sad and it's true.
My grandmother has Alzheimers. She is no longer the woman I grew up loving and admiring. This is very sad to say BUT it is very honest and very true. Some days I see the woman who used to inhabit her body, and other days I am forced to stare at a woman who I no longer know, one who I think does not even know herself.
[Uh-Uh and I -- 2007]If she find's out I put a picture of her up without her make-up on she WILL KILL ME--Alzheimers or no--she'd cut a bitch if she found out.
[oh and excuse the squinty eye syndrome that I've got goin' on--it's a problem sometimes]
The Story of Uh-Uh:
We call my grandmother Uh-Uh.
Yes, like when you tell a child "Uh-uh, don't touch that, no, no." That's where my Uh-Uh's name came from. No we don't call her Maw-Maw, or Mum-Mum, or Ni-Ni, or Nana. Sometimes we squeeze a Granny in here or there, but to everyone in my immediate family, and amusingly to many of my friends, my grandmother is called Uh-Uh.
When my cousin T [the first of the four cousins] was born my grandmother would often watch T at her condo--it's more like a townhouse, but if you knew my Uh-Uh you would say she lived in a CONDO too... it's more fancy-schmancy when you say Condo versus saying Townhouse, and my Uh-Uh is not a normal woman who resides in an ordinary Townhouse.
So getting back to the story:
Grandmother [cuz she's not been named "Uh-Uh" yet] liked (and still does like) things. She collects and buys things. Now these things are not just knick-knacks and woo-has, these are nice things. Like china, and vases, and antiques, and other extravagant items from her travels around the world (yes, the woman traveled AROUND THE FRIGGIN WORLD--I'm jealous too).
Well cousin T was a grabby baby, and since she was the first baby born [of the four cousins] she got it all, and "No" was not in her vocabulary. Upon arrival to grandmothers home cousin T had to unfortunately learn "No" the hard way. Grandmothers house was never baby/toddler proof, and to the day we moved her out, over 20 years later, it never was made to be baby/toddler proof. In order to save her lovely priceless items, grandmother had to tell cousin T "Uh-uh, don't touch that--No, no, you can't play with that" an awful lot.
Upon a visit to grandmothers house, Aunt R with baby/toddler cousin T in tow met grandmother at the door. Grandmother greeted them with a "Hello!," and cousin T greeted grandmother with a "Hi Uh-Uh!" And so the name stuck.
After telling the poor, touchy child "uh-uh" so many times, the phrase turned into a name, and the stuck with all four of the grandkids.
So, when I talk about my Uh-Uh you know that I'm talkin' about my granny. My much loved, much missed, yet still around, but not all that much the same woman she mentally used to be, Alzheimers stricken grandmother.
And NOW!
Are you ready?!
It's the first installment of Uh-Uh's Flashback Friday!
Does your Grandma Blazer smell like mothballs?
Because mine does!
[Ack!]
A close-up of the Grandma Blazer.
It's a great brown tweed blazer with black lining around the collar and above the pockets.
My Uh-Uh and I are very much alike in many ways--especially in our clothing sizes (but thank JESUS not in our shoe sizes--she wears a 12, I lucked out with an 11)--YAY Vintage clothes in good/near mint minus the mothball smell condition!!!
Do you see my shoulder pads?!
I need to take this to the tailor and get them REMOVED! I have enough shoulders for this blazer without the added help from the 80's shoulder pads.
More of a close up...
Do you flip the collar of your Grandma Blazer? I sure as hell hope not because that look is LAME!
Does your Grandma Blazer smell like mothballs?Because mine does!
[Ack!]
A close-up of the Grandma Blazer.It's a great brown tweed blazer with black lining around the collar and above the pockets.
My Uh-Uh and I are very much alike in many ways--especially in our clothing sizes (but thank JESUS not in our shoe sizes--she wears a 12, I lucked out with an 11)--YAY Vintage clothes in good/near mint minus the mothball smell condition!!!
Do you see my shoulder pads?!I need to take this to the tailor and get them REMOVED! I have enough shoulders for this blazer without the added help from the 80's shoulder pads.
More of a close up...Do you flip the collar of your Grandma Blazer? I sure as hell hope not because that look is LAME!
That ends today's flashback. Check back next Friday and each Friday after that for more of Uh-Uh's Flashback Friday fun!! And for more memories and stories and old pictures from the Uh-Uh archives!
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