My obsession with mint evolves. I have two sweaters in the shade: both cardigans, both blindingly sucrose in nature. The wrap cardi has pom-poms and the other one, stripes and dots. I feel the mint craze will soon fade, as it has somewhat already in my mind. This makes me sad. So what I propose is a little toughening up. Continue reading
When I was single, I used to drag my ass out of bed on Sunday, go get some horrid fast food biscuit and pore over my magazines. The one I relished most? The one I still can’t wait to devour once it arrives in the post? Lucky magazine. I think because as I grow older, my attention span grows shorter, and this is the only one that’s stuck. Lucky magazine doesn’t pull any punches with stuff like copy. Continue reading
A friend asked my thoughts on fluorescent pants. I had a flashback to a J. Crew vintage tee purchase in Bohemian Red. My retinas are still paying for that. But after I got over the shock of that memory, I responded to her that I guess not all neon pants are the same, therefore I cannot judge the lot. I did mention to her that if she liked a specific pair, rock them. They’re in like Flynn this spring. But if she felt the urge to direct traffic, rethink. Continue reading
I’ve seen quite a few peeps in my territory donning these, mostly with boat shoes or sneakers. For me (of the healthy-thighed people), denim bermudas yield only the worst parts of jeans: the low and tight parts. Add acid wash or rhinestones on the most bulbous of parts and then just add salt to my wounds.