Tag Archives: clothes

Back to School

I did a little shopping today.* As fall styles enter the store, I’m powerless against sweaters and boots (I’m still on a search for the perfect riding boot under $200). Autumn always brings out my inner prep.

The Boyfriend Shirt

Cowlneck Tee

Pintucked Raw-Edge Top

Long Wool Open Cardigan + Jeans

Dolman T

Raw-Edge Knit Scarf

BR Monogram Hidden Gem Cardigan

Exhibitor Pouchette

*It should be noted, I didn’t pay full price for any of these items thanks to 30% off sales at Banana Republic, Gap coupons from Groupon, and my old student ID. Also, all items were purchased tax-free in New Jersey. My per item savings was 30%. Chic and thrifty.

Workshop Wednesday

In my attempt to get into the groove of many things, I’m going back to my writing workshop roots. Thus, this post was written by hand (see picture) and transcribed to make it internet-friendly. To get started, I chose a random word (“shoes”) and started writing the first memory that corresponded to that particular word. As I anticipated yesterday, there’s something about channeling memory and having it travel through your brain, and out of your fingers via pen and paper that makes you feel a little raw and vulnerable and truthful.

My dad has these shoes he bought in Italy. In Rome or Florence. I can’t remember which. I know when he’s wearing them even before I see his feet because, they click. Against floors. It’s a light, little click, click. It reminds me of an older, well-dressed Italian man, waling across a piazza after his morning espresso. Caffeinated, he clicks (click, click, click) in a determined way. The clicks come so quickly, you think maybe he’s angry. But the reality is, he’s just a Type A man. Unlike the older Italian man, however, my American father of Dutch ancestry is not well-dressed. He believe navy blue tee shirts match with old, beat up & faded, black shorts. I think I understand his reasoning, two Dark colors. Like and like. But when he slips on his light brown leather Italian loafers with the wooden heel that click, clicks, he kind of pulls it off. It’s the determination of the clicks; the suaveness of his alter ego … his Italian soles.

Love, Loss, And What I Wore

Tonight I went to a reading of Nora and Delia Ephron’s new play, Love, Loss, And What I Wore, based on the book of the same title. The series of six readings benefit Dress for Success.

The reading I went to starred Joyce Van Patten, Kristen Schaal, Kathy Najimy, Heather Burns and America Ferrerra. The women did a beautiful job. The stories were both personal and entirely relatable. Monologue topics included: what a woman wore to her first, second, third and fourth wedding, to purses, why women love/hate black, and even Brownie uniforms. The language and rhythm was snappy, poignant, honest and sometimes melancholy, but always followed by laughter. There was even a clothing rack with hangers and sandwich boards of illustrations of each dress (by the book’s author) hanging from it.

Though the illustration idea was fun — and even though it was only a reading — I did want to see more of each dress. I wanted to see the texture, the cut, more of thepicture-1 color. I wanted to touch them, just as the words touched me. Which got me thinking … it would have been interesting to incorporate designers of each of these visions. Based on the stories and text, I would love to see what each designer would create. How would they translate the words into clothing?

The Ephron sisters cut an interesting pattern, and I’m curious to see how they tailor this piece, because right now it’s well on its way to becoming the next little black dress.

P.S. I think I had the best seat in the house, right behind the nearly identical heads of Nora and Delia — a hand’s length away from wanting to “un-pop” Nora’s popped collar. I sooo wanted to climb into their brains and listen to what they were thinking.

Also in the house: Tina Brown, Gloria Steinem, Cindy Adams, Jeremy Irons, Judith Light. I’m sure there were several other faces I should have recognized, but I was too busy looking at what everyone was wearing.