Archive | August, 2012

Be Still My Fashion Heart…..

21 Aug

Once in a while, in the quest for the ultimate fashion item and deal…. you find it. The find of all finds. A piece that speaks to you. Was made for you. It calls to you. And as you pick it up to admire it, your heart skips a beat. It’s like the sun is shining only on you and your discovery. Angels sing, flowers bloom. And you tackle the girl who is reaching for the last one in your size…. with tact and grace of course.

That happened to me today. It was a moment of moments. And it was my daughter who I tackled.

Anyone who knows the show Sex and the City and the spin-off movies from the series knows the epic outfit from the second movie where Carrie is wearing a full, color-block skirt and a Christian Dior “J’Adore Dior 8” black tee shirt. She made this outfit famous and the shirt a necessity now in all high-fashion closets. The photo of her in this epic piece became legendary. In fact, that segment where she wore the shirt and skirt was actually the most-watched trailer for the movie. It became as acclaimed to SATC fashionistas like Godiva is to chocolate lovers. Yeah… that big.

So when my daughter and I hit our favorite local thrift store to see if any new goodies had come in, we both started our hunt in the t-shirt section. I found this really cute shirt with a kitty cat on it wearing neon glasses. I knew she’d love it. As I held it up to show her, she pulled out a white tee from Old Navy that was adorned with sequins, jewels and tulle, showing two black and blue pop-art painted heels and “J’Adore” signed at the bottom in matching paint. I felt as if time stopped in my fashion world as I gasped for air and lunged for the shirt in her hand. It was GORG! I didn’t even know if it would fit. It didn’t matter…. I HAD to have it. It was unique, it was Carrie-ish, it was classic chic… and it had to be mine. In fact, I had a Carrie moment, like when she saw the new line of Manolo’s in the window??:



I guess my daughter knew not to fight with me for it because as soon as she saw my face, she handed it over quicker than a bank teller hands over the cash in an armed robbery. I carried it around, nestled in my arms till I was able to take it to the register and pay for it. When I finally did, I looked at the check out girl and said, “Do you know how great this piece is??? DO YOU???” She obviously didn’t because she just scanned the price tag and jammed it into a plastic bag, sending me on my way. She was young. She didn’t know. She probably didn’t even know who Dior was, who Carrie Bradshaw was, and how epic-ly stylish the shirt was.

I got the shirt home and put it on like it was made of gold. Yeah, it didn’t fit me perfectly, but it fit good enough. And it even had potential for me to jazz it up a bit at the bottom to make it fit a little better. Honestly? It didn’t matter. It was gorgeous, and I was going to wear it like it was the last shirt on Earth. I just love it when I find a secret treat that I know is a big-time fashion piece. It makes what I do so fun and rewarding. And it makes me feel like I’m slammin’ and stylin’! I just smile from ear to ear.

Now I know you are thinking about that one find you can remember where you felt like you hit the lottery when you got your hands on it. SHARE!… I want to hear all about it. Tell me the story of your quests and treasures. I’d love to hear how you came across your diva discoveries!!

Here. Take a looksie at my fashion find: Oh…. and by the way….. did I happen to mention it was only $3?? Yeah, SCORE!

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One Man’s Holy Mess Is Another Woman’s Harmony

8 Aug

Whenever I am at a loss for words for my blog, I can guarantee that if I watch one or two episodes of Sex and the City, it will stir something inside me. Something I can relate to, agree with or have just plain lived though. Last night was no exception. In a late night episode, Carrie Bradshaw was faced with a situation that many fashionista women are faced with at some time in their life—what is more important: the love of their beauty ensemble or the love of their beau?

In Season 4’s episode, “The Good Fight”, Carrie’s boyfriend Aidan moves into her not-so-large NYC apartment with all his “stuff”. The clutter is more than Carrie can handle, as she has liked her apartment the way it had been for several single-girl years. Aidan suggests that, to free up some room, she should clean out her closet of the clothes and shoes she hasn’t worn in a while. Carrie gasps and is at a loss for words after such a REPULSIVE suggestion. I mean, even I know that fashion is her life, her safe haven. But her country-boy beau doesn’t understand and he recommends she could start by throwing out a vintage Roberto Cavalli dress he has never seen her wear. Are you kidding? A Roberto Cavalli? Even 20 years past its peak, this dress needs to be in Carrie’s closet. Hell, it needs to be in MY closet! Carrie keeps the dress, and out of spite, wears the outdated frock out the next day. And she looks FABULOUS in it!

I’m a little different than Carrie. I’m not a single girl living in Manhattan with her friends. I’m a happily married mom living in the ‘Burbs who’s been with her hubby for over 15 years (anniversary is next week!). But as our relationship continues to grow—as well as our kids—we keep accumulating things together. So in addition to my fashion finds over the years, not just my personal space but all free space in the house is quickly filling up with… well, “stuff”. My stuff, his stuff, their stuff. Lots and lots of stuff.

As a woman, I admit it…. it’s difficult to part with our glamour. I’m not talking just clothes either—I mean everything. Hats, scarves, makeup, perfume, jewelry, coats, purses, shoes (especially shoes!), you name it. It all has a place in our lives–either in the past or in the future. Not to mention, if it has been worn even just once? It now has a memory attached to it. And it needs to be saved. Period. Even if it is 20 years out of style, we will know when it was worn and can justify its place in our closet. It’s kind of like how men are with their cars. Yeah, see, their cars are their “girls”, their babies. They can tell you when they got it, every place they have taken it, and everyone who has ever ridden it. They know how the stain got on the front seat, how the minor dent in the back quarter panel got there, and who knocked the mirror off the door. It doesn’t matter if it is 20 years old, doesn’t run, is up on blocks in the driveway, and has parts hanging from underneath. They will tell you they can not get rid of that car. Their reason? “I love that car! It’s my car. It is going to be a classic someday.” Well let me tell ya, fellas… your classic is our vintage. THAT is why we need to keep all of the stuff in our closet. And don’t you forget it!

Whenever I see someone walking down the street in a neon yellow shirt, black stacked bracelets with a lace bow in their hair, I think about how I owned every one of those things back in 1984 because they were in style. Do I have them still? No. Why? I moved from home and never thought myself… let alone my daughter!… would ever be wearing those things again because they the thought they would come back in fashion seemed obscene. Boy was I wrong! And I don’t like to be wrong. Therefore, some of the items in my closet might be moved to a less accessible area due to not-so-current styles. But unless I find a flock of moths has eaten half of my Bebe tee (including the sequins), it will never have a reason to be disposed of. It takes up the space of a juice glass in my room. Not the space of 200 cases of juice glasses in the driveway.

So, even though I do understand how men feel about their cars, I’ve got to say us women are the winners on this argument. Just like Carrie was. Our “stuff” doesn’t take up THAT much space. Yeah, don’t throw our fashion items out. Don’t even think about it. In fact?… don’t ever, ever suggest it. Oh, and when you can hang your 1994 new body-styled Mustang on your side of the closet next to your dress shirts without a space problem?…then and only then…can you compare them to my Guess? jeans!