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The necessity of reinvention

05 Feb

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daily outfit wearing red, grey, black vintage sweater dress, fishnets and over-the-knee boots

daily outfit wearing red, grey, black vintage sweater dress, fishnets and over-the-knee boots

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Mid-life crisis. There, I said it. I wouldn’t think twice about going to a dealership and driving off in a red hot Porsche right now. (Make it a 911 Turbo S, please.) But this isn’t a mid-life crisis and all I’ve done is get a new tattoo and color my hair differently in the past few months. It’s part of my evolution; the constant reinvention. What was wrong with the previous version of me? Absolutely nothing. But like anything, regardless of my conscious intervention, everything will change. I’d rather put up my sail and see where the wind takes me with some level of awareness and determination than to scramble unprepared.

I recently wrote about aging and what I plan to do about it. Here’s another tip for you: keep evolving. Stay fresh. Do something new. You don’t have to be as dramatic as me and get a tattoo, it wasn’t nearly the big deal I played it up to be since I happen to have six others. But you, take a different way home and see something new. Say hi to someone you don’t usually talk to. This is how life happens, how we make new friends and broaden our perspective. It makes life fun and keeps us interesting.

I can look back on any point in time in my life with incredible detail based on the following information: What music I was listening to, what my hair looked like and what I was wearing. You may not think you’re saying much with the way you dress but you are making a statement every single day. So have fun with it. Or be serious. Or be flirty. Spruce yourself up, or just take it down a notch. The point is that we need to be dressed every day. Most of us, at least. Since it has to be done and is not all that negotiable, half the work has been done for you. And I know you. You already own clothes. So put them together differently one day. Mix and match. Surprise yourself. Evolve.

It’s a tiny step, and perhaps you’re ready for something much larger but I expect this: One small change leads to another. One rewarding adventure, (yes! Even in the form of a pair of colored tights instead of the usual black) just changed your course. We have to evolve. I know it’s comfortable right here where you’re standing but everything around you will change and it’s much easier to move with it than to resist.

A friend of mine coaches women to live their abundant life to their fullest. “…step into being unapologetically radiant, switched on, confident…” she says. This woman is after my own heart. How can you not let yourself be seduced by such beautiful words? I want to be radiant! It takes work, just so you know. I often wake up ready to pull a “That Girl” moment but the minutiae of being alive and having to function as a responsible woman with a full-time career usually saps the last drop from me. Yet, I’m still here, writing. Albeit, I post less often these days but that’s fine. I’m still doing it and it feels great. And I’m proud of what I’m doing. In fact, you might say I feel a little radiant.

You may not think there’s a correlation between taking sartorial chances and writing this today, right now, but there are. Fifteen months ago I had no clue I would have a blog, that I would take myself on this rewarding journey. It all started with a harmless Facebook status update from woman I had just met participating in Kendi’s 30 for 30 remix challenge. The rest is history. I’ll rewind a little.

I took a chance. I decided that I had nothing to lose by joining my new friend in this challenge. In fact, I had nothing to lose by making a new friend. And I was right. Enthusiasm, almost giddiness, took over my spare time. I took pictures every day, I found blogs that inspired me in every possible way. I wrote. I gave myself permission to be more creative with my outfits because I was participating in something; there are times when it’s easier to have an excuse. I had a reason and a purpose with my invisible army of women doing this around the country to back me up. I felt braver. I was having fun again.

It would be fair to say that in my evolution I came full circle. Over the years I had started to lose the light-heartedness and whimsy that I had always associated with fashion. Not only did it return, but this was the next version of it. In no time at all, something even more interesting happened. The confidence I had in taking chances with my outfits carried over to other aspects of my life. Believe it or not, this is exactly how it happens.

This is my journey, it’s how I am evolving. One thing leading to another. Tell me, what little change have you planned for yourself today? Because taking one small step is how it all starts.

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Vintage red, black and grey sweater dress/eBay, fishnets/unknown, black belt/Dress Barn, black snakeskin patterned boots/Kelsi Dagger, feather necklace/JewelMint, vintage Gucci watch/gifted.

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xo, f

 

Becoming invisible

17 Jan

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Daily outfit wearing magenta t-shirt, violet cardigan, black skinny jeans, black knee-high boots

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I just read an article about aging and becoming invisible. Yes, I think about this sometimes. I don’t dwell on it much but there are times I worry. There is nothing anyone can say about my current state that guarantees that I will not become invisible with time. Invisible to younger people, invisible to men. Just invisible. We live in a youth-centric culture and this is the reality.

I look in the mirror and I’m confused. I see the changes on my skin, I’m mostly fascinated with it. It, the skin of a 44 year old woman. It’s different. We’re all different but I what I mean is that my skin is different than it used to be. If you’re not there yet, get used to the idea, you’ll see when you get there. If you’re there, or you’ve been there, you know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s fine, really. But there is this small voice in my head that asks a lot of questions. Like, will I be equally surprised with my appearance at 60 as I am now? Will I ever feel that my insides and my outsides match again? When did that stop? How will others continue to see me? When will I stop looking as sprite as I feel? Will it make me sad? I’ve enjoyed it this far, will I even be bothered to care? I’m inclined to think I’ll care some.

I don’t want to become invisible. I think it’s more than vanity, I think it’s primal. The old and the weak got left behind because they no longer served the purpose of procreating or hunting and gathering. No one wants to be left behind. No woman, no man. What’s my plan? I have to have a plan, I can’t just plow through my 40′s and 50′s with reckless abandon and wake up to the shock of having become invisible. I’m really comfortable with the gradual changes taking place, let’s keep it that way. Besides, when I turn 60 I probably won’t think that’s very old at all and I’ll be confused by the whole damn experience.

Not long ago, I would walk to the train station everyday by myself the five blocks from my house. Every once in a while, a total stranger would say something very nice to me as I made my way with purse, lunch bag and gym bag in tow. Every single time it took me by surprise. It’s not that I don’t think I look nice, it’s that they made an effort and went out of their way. The kindness of strangers. And I would wonder, what did they see? I just doesn’t matter how good I look, how young one might think I appear, there is no doubt in my mind that some things cannot be falsified, such as the fact that I’m not 25, or even 30. I see my face, my body, every morning. I know what I look like. It doesn’t matter. Even if I embodied absolute physical perfection, they were compelled to go out of their way. They had no obligation to verbally express what they experienced. I would have been none the wiser.

I lived in San Francisco, a city teaming with young beautiful women walking down the same streets as me. What made me different?

It’s not that I don’t accept that some might find me attractive, it’s that I truly believe that something else made me stand out. The kindness within. As I’ve gotten older I’ve become more and more comfortable being nice. Not polite. Nice. I will stop and ask if someone needs help. This next part is actually more significant. If, and when, I hear my judgmental inner voice spout something I don’t like about anyone, I will correct it. I check myself. Why did I make that judgment? Has a button been pushed? It’s not what I think, it’s what I do with that thought, that judgement. It’s static noise that has no power if I ignore or correct it. And guess what? It’s made me nicer. I’ve always been that person but I haven’t always given that person power. Now I have and I think others see it.

Kindness. Fairness. Generosity. As I’ve been changing how I see the world, I’ve been changing how the world sees me. So if you want to know what I intend do about becoming invisible with age, I just shared with you the only trick I have up my sleeve.

That’s my plan and I’m sticking to it.

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Magenta t-shirt/Urban Outfitters, violet cardigan/Anthropologie, leopard-spotted jacket/Sandro, black skinny jeans/Urban Outfitters, knee-high snake-skin pattern boots/Kelsi Dagger, multi-color scarf/gifted.

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Show & Tell

27 Dec

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There are those days when nothing seems to go right. Then, there are days when every single little detail falls into place, when the universe conspires to help you get everything right; it was one of those days. In my last post I wore I a navy blue pencil skirt that I picked up from a small, independently-owned shop that had just opened by my work in Downtown Oakland. I mentioned wanting to make more mindful purchasing decisions. I’m not looking for a revolution but I believe that paying just a little more attention will present opportunities for me to make the small changes necessary to live more closely to my heart, while looking fabulous the whole time, of course.

Let’s see exactly what happened on that fateful day. I happened to be in the dressing room of Show & Tell when I overheard the owner talk about their store’s philosophy to another customer. I loved what I heard, that they support local designers and fair trade practices with a focus on being paperless and sustainable; I wanted to help them thrive. It didn’t hurt that their clothes were really cute and the owners really nice. That stuck with me all day until I came up with the idea of taking pictures of different outfits in their store to promote them on The House in the Clouds. Nothing fancy, just me, my tripod and the overhead fluorescent lights. I approached them with the idea, they seemed happy and pleasantly surprised. I had the green light.

That same afternoon, I was directing a photo shoot at work and was telling the photographer of my plan. He offered to do an entire fashion shoot on location for us for the same reasons I wanted to do it: for support and for fun. I let the the shop owners Alyah and Nichole know, this suddenly went up a few notches and we were all totally thrilled. The very next Sunday, or as I like to refer to it, on the coldest day of the year so far, four of us walked around Downtown Oakland and had a blast taking pictures while curious onlookers checked out the scene.

The following is the result of our collective enthusiasm. If you live in the San Francisco Bay Area, stop by the shop sometime and check out what they have. It goes without saying the clothes are adorable and flattering.

Daily outfit, wearing grey pencil skirt, long black tunic, downtown Oakland

Daily outfit, wearing grey and pink floral skirt, pink t-shirt, pink infinity scarf in downtown Oakland

Daily outfit, wearing blue and white checked skirt, lavender button-down shirt, colorful bowtie, in downtown Oakland

Daily outfit, wearing purple lace detail black sheer blouse, black tulip mini skirt, over-the-knee-boots, in downtown Oakland

Daily outfit, wearing purple lace detail black sheer blouse, black tulip mini skirt, over-the-knee-boots, in downtown Oakland

Daily outfit, wearing purple lace detail black sheer blouse, black tulip mini skirt, over-the-knee-boots, in downtown Oakland

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Show & Tell is owned by Alyah Baker and Nichole Payton and is located at 500 12th Street in the Oakland City Center Plaza. All clothes shown are from their store; jewelry, tights and shoes are my own. Check out their facebook page for updates. These fantastic photos were taken by Ron Essex in beautiful Downtown Oakland, California.

 
 

Happy Holidays!

27 Dec

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Wishing you all a lovely holiday season with your family and friends. May it be filled with good food, lots of love and much laughter! Happy New Year to all my friends!

xo,

f

 
 

‘Tis the season to be green

08 Dec

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Daily outfit wearing burgundy boyfriend sweater, navy pencil skirt, black booties

Things that are green: Christmas trees. Also, cash money. I’m a consumer, a machine that uses stuff up and then buys more. While my heart may lie somewhere more utopian I cannot lie about my habits. I consumed when I had very little money. Hello, consignment shops and second-hand stores. I consumed even more when I had more money to burn. Blouses from Paris whose cost I could only justify by wearing year-round for four years in a row. And then there’s that place in the middle where I landed comfortably with time, (still consuming.)

As an idealistic teen entering her twenties, I had a set of core beliefs that I firmly put into action. I recycled years before my city had a recycling program, I adhered firmly to a plant-based diet, I passed on my used goods and gave them a second life elsewhere. I shopped locally with a strong emphasis on shopping. Herein lies the weakest link. As much as I wanted to love the organic cotton t-shirt dress and socks whose story pulled on my heart strings, I admit the styles left me yearning for more.

Through time, I’ve had to re-examine some of those core beliefs out of necessity. While my heart liked being vegan, my body did not. Having celiac along with being soy and dairy intolerant left me with difficult decisions to make, I made them mindfully. I’m proud of the way I have managed most of my life choices but I’ve always felt I could do more. How does a woman manage her idealistic fantasies after years of brutal reality, challenges, and sometimes, a primal desire for things to just be easy?

When I started blogging a year ago I quickly realized that I am on public record for my compulsive consumption. I’ve gone cold turkey a few times by participating in Kendi’s 30 for 30 remix challenge. It proved to be easier than I thought but my interest in bringing new things home to adorn myself never waned. I did, however, start to think longer and harder about the choices I was making. To be clear, I have no interest in stopping. I like clothes and accessories. I like new things. What I want is to make decisions around what I’m already doing that feel stronger. I want to live harmoniously with my youthful ideals.

I’m going on record here to say that I will be making more of an effort to pay attention to those purchases, to be more mindful of who and what I’m supporting. My goal is to participate in a cycle that feels good rather than one-sided. I’m not here to preach, I’m more interested in sharing what I discover on this journey. I’m more interested in getting your suggestions and recommendations. Do not expect an overnight revolution, I make my changes at a comfortable pace because I like them to stick. I give a lot of credit to the bloggers out there who have inspired me by shopping second-hand, altering vintage pieces to fit and creating their own fashion such as Bella, Michelle and Anika.

If you follow The House in the Clouds on facebook, you’ve probably noticed that I’m plugging local and eco-chic options during this holiday shopping seasons. If you haven’t looked recently, check it out.

Feeling good on the inside makes you beautiful on the outside; this I believe with all my heart.

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Daily outfit wearing navy blue and cream baby doll dress, black cloche hat, over-the-knee snake pattern boots

Daily outfit wearing blue bows dress, black Versace for H&M bolero, black Victor Osborne handcrafted hat

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1: Burgundy boyfriend cardigan/Urban Outfitters, vintage pins/gifted, infinity scarf/hand-knitted by me, black skinny belt/Nordstrom’s, navy pencil skirt/Show & Tell, black tights/unknown, black leather ankle boots/Munro.

2: Blue and cream babydoll dress/ModCloth, black boyfriend blazer/Urban Outfitters, nude floral fishnets/Nordstrom’s, black snake pattern over-the-knee boots/Kelsi Dagger, cloche hat/Goorin Bros. Heritage Collection.

3: Blue bows dress/ModCloth, black multi-colored bolero/Versace for H&M, swirl cap/Victor Osborne.

 
 

The unexpected

29 Nov

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Daily outfit, Versace for H&M silk skirt, black blouse, black tights, black sandals

Let’s face it, this look is pretty hot. This would be my fall-back outfit if I couldn’t find a way to make this new skirt work. My new Versace for H&M skirt. There, I said it. I was one of those people who made the trek and tested her luck. Here’s how it all went down. My husband and I had taken a red-eye to New York; we were going to stay in the East Village and spend Thanksgiving week with one of our best friends and have dinner with his family. A few days earlier I was telling a friend of mine at work that I was excited about the upcoming release Friday, I thought I might check out the store before going to work. Here is where the first part of the adventure starts. I had the date wrong. The release was set for the Saturday of my early morning arrival.

Next thing I know, I’m contemplating whether I could have the cab detour on the way from the airport to the closest store to my friend’s place after landing. Anyone who’s taken a red-eye topped nicely with a sleeping pill knows that couldn’t possibly happen. I slept through the flight, as expected, remaining only moderately coherent for the next few hours while the successful attempt at managing my slumber wore off. I was in no condition to face a crowd, let alone handle any type of monetary transaction with precision. Or trying pants on. So I laid my head down and slept.

I woke up around 11:00am and decided that once properly fed and showered, I might investigate the idea. I had reneged on my previous commitment to actually go, I was now in a contemplative state while sipping hot coffee. It might sound like I took a few steps back on this whole thing but stay with me. Around 1:00pm, a quick internet search revealed that the nearest store in SoHo was indeed walking distance. I knew I was getting a late start, I’d heard about the lines; I also knew I had nothing to lose. What I knew most of all was that I was not going to subscribe to any kind of frenzy. I was willing to check it out but if it looked like a zoo, I would turn back and leave. Honestly, I assumed that I had missed my chance. Still, I walked down the five flights of stairs, made a left and headed out into the brisk November air.

I spotted H&M easily enough; I popped in and found nothing. A little disappointed that there wasn’t even a trace of a display, I quickly realized this store had probably not carried the line and that the store listing online had been erroneous. Nonetheless, I asked a dressing room attendant where the nearest store carrying Versace was only to be told it was right down the street. A block away, maybe two at most. I strolled over while the clocked ticked. A few minutes later, I walked down a flight of stairs to a line of people and started asking, “is this the…” to which an affirmative nod told me all I needed to know. So I got in line. It was that easy.

It was that easy! There were maybe twenty-five people ahead. It turned out they were letting people into the gated area as others left which kept things incredibly civilized. I had missed the rush, the time slots, everything. The woman in front of me and I chatted to pass the time. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood. Before I knew it, my turn was up. I picked through and found a few things I liked and made my way to the dressing room, elated and a little giddy.

Look, I’m just as surprised as you are how this whole thing went down. I had no expectations, if anything, I was madly curious. I wanted to see the clothes first-hand. Versace’s style isn’t even right for me, it’s completely over the top. But like any curious and adventurous fashion lover I had to see. Fast-forward to the present. It’s safe to assume I tried every possible suitable combination in my wardrobe to come up with a way to personalize the skirt. And so while the look at the top is hot and perfect for a night out, it’s also predictably safe. I want to wear this skirt to work; this is how I’m going to do it.

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Daily outfit, Versace for H&M silk skirt, rust tights, green cashmere sweater, vintage necklace

Vintage Vendome crystal necklace

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Black top/Laundry by Shelli Segal, paradise skirt/Versace for H&M, black tights/unknown, sandals/Franco Sarto, green cashmere sweater/Bloomingdale’s, rust tights/WeLoveColors.com, brown studded booties/Dolce Vita via Poshmark, vintage crystal necklace/Hell’s Kitchen flea market.

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I have a confession to make. I’ve become completely addicted to Poshmark. It’s an iPhone app that allows you to take pictures of your clothes to sell and follow other sellers to buy their clothes and accessories. It’s a much classier solution to ebay, complete with fun photo filters and the approachability of apps like Instagram. Check it out and tell me what you think. You’re going to be seeing a lot more cute things that I bought via Poshmark in the near future. Check out their facebook page for more info. I was one of their early beta testers and am absolutely loving it.

 
 

Anniversary special: A year of hair

15 Nov

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On November 1, I turned 44. On November 7, The House in the Clouds turned 1. November is a pretty special month! I decided to put together a couple anniversary specials, starting with a year of hairstyles. Those of you who have been around for this past year know that my hair is a perpetual work in progress. In other words, it never looks the same for long. Each cut and color evolves into the next thing; there’s no road map, no destination. The only thing that is not currently in the cards is lopping it all off. It’s taken me exactly 8 years to grow it out to the length it is from the short spiky platinum ‘do I was donning when I first met future hubby.

short spiky platinum blond hair

There were many false starts. One salon processed it for so long that it broke off and after spending an entire morning crying about it, I cut it off and started again. A couple years later, one particularly dusty Burning Man dehydrated it to the point of no return and the growing out process took a turn for the worse. An emergency home dye job turned it green, the following weekend I found salvation at a highly-recommended salon. Not still out of the woods, I started to see a light at the end of the tunnel. But it cost a pretty penny.

A couple years later an aggressive savings plan put me back in the home dye camp. While I didn’t do any damage this time around, I didn’t do anything noteworthy either. This wasn’t a memorable year in terms of color or cut. Almost all one length and mostly flat honey blonde. I have too much hair not to have it thinned out regularly. It looked like the letter “A” and did nothing to enhance my features. Then I met my future friend and hair stylist, Nicole. A genius with hair. It’s safe to say that I’ve never looked back.

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Having seen the diversity of my hair color and styles in the past year, what do you think I should do next? Do you have any particular favorites? I’m curious what you guys think.

 

 
 

FBFF Visual: The naked face.

11 Nov

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Wearing no makeup

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Fashion Beauty Friend Friday but I couldn’t pass this up. After talking up the fantasy of make-up a few days ago, I had to bare it all. I did not retouch these photos in any way, shape or form except to adjust the lighting slightly. It’s all here for you, laugh lines and everything. Some people call them crow’s feet. I say it’s just proof that I’m having fun. If I’m going to wrinkle, which is inevitable as I age, then heck, I want good wrinkles. The kind you get from living a good and happy life.

Oh, make-up, how do I love thee? A lot! It’s fun, it’s decorative, it can emphasize my big hazel eyes and downplay dark shadows below them. Ultimately, I like my face. I may wear make-up every day but I’m not embarrassed to be seen without it. I don’t think I’m uglier without it. It’s my face. Highly expressive, slowly changing with time, imperfect, forty-four years old now. Still, my face.

Franca of Oranges and Apples is hosting this week. Visit her to check out participating bloggers. Thank you Katy of Modly Chic for encouraging this topic. Fashion Beauty Friend Friday is an opportunity for fashion and beauty bloggers to share their thoughts on a specific topic and read what others have to say on that same topic. For more information, check out Modly Chic and welcome to the wonderful world of blogging!

Wearing no makeup

And a special thanks to the hubby for taking advantage of this opportunity to photobomb me. It’s no wonder I have laugh lines.

 

Transformative powers

10 Nov

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Daily outfit, mixing patterns

Daily outfit, grey wedge sneaker, grey tights, grey wool coat

Daily outfit, wearing red mini skirt, vintage cowl neck sweater with orange and grey stripes, grey wool coat, grey tights

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One of my closest friends called me the other day, my husband and I were in the car driving home. Our car had just decided to make an unsavory alarming sound, probably due to some after-market install. I couldn’t really talk over it and told my friend I’d call him right back. As soon as we got home my husband started investigating the problem while I unloaded the car. I had been at a design conference for two days in San Francisco, literally one block from Sephora. I had stopped in on the way back home to pick up a gift for a couple friends. And myself, apparently.

Unloading the car is handled one of two ways in my household. Based on the day of the week, I either dump everything on the bench by the front door and ignore until the next day or I meticulously put everything in its rightful place. On this particular Friday I chose the latter. Let me elaborate on the meticulous part — it involves the trying on of suitable purchases, such as new clothes or make-up. My reality is often intermingled with such fantastic interruptions. I had given in to the temptation of a natural eyeshadow and blush kit that barely cost twice as much as the single eyeshadow from Make Up For Ever that I normally buy. Impulse shopping at its finest.

While taking the kit out of its box, I found myself mesmerized by the silver shades and gave them a try. One thing led to another, close to an hour flew by. As I found myself snapping a picture of it to share on Instagram I remembered my friend in New York. I called him back immediately and explained the series of events that led to the delay. “I was playing with make-up and I forgot to call you back.” As we FaceTimed each other on our phones, both of us laying down — he on his bed and me on a cozy rug in my bedroom — I delved further into the female psyche, specifically mine.

Make-up and fashion are not just a form of expression, they are also a form of escape and fantasy. Those of us with a passion for one or the other, or both, understand the transformative powers they each possess. I am not a celebrity with a perfect life, I’m a woman in her forties who celebrated her birthday with tea instead of a proper cocktail because of the lingering effects of having pneumonia. I’m a woman who’s a little exhausted by the demands of work. Getting lost in the moment of make-up is a brief escape — I admit to getting completely absorbed by the precision of applying silver eyeshadow on the inside and mid-section of my eye lids, (but definitely not by the lashes or the outer areas, that wouldn’t work.) It’s similar to junk TV for my brain. There’s a Zen to it. While I pride myself in my ability to multi-task on a day-to-day basis, when I get lost in putting an outfit together or working out a new way to wear eye make-up, I get lost in the moment.

Being able to escape reality is important, it’s especially important to me to be cognizant of it. I like forgetting my troubles. I’m not neglecting them, I’m taking a break. As children we played make-believe and it was perfectly acceptable. We nourished our creative sides with fantasy, unknowingly developing problem-solving skills by thinking outside the box. It didn’t matter that we lived in an apartment. There was a farm with a dog and a cow in the bedroom, right next to the castle to the left of the bed. Imagination knows no bounds. I work in a creative field, interestingly enough, the most demanding aspects requiring imagination are not specific to design. They are more often called upon to solve logistical problems, whether it be scheduling or process driven. They further come in handy with regards to working with others.

If I can imagine the way someone else thinks and processes information, I am better able to speak their dialect. That’s a very adult thing to do with imagination. Then there’s make-up. If I can play with silver eye-shadow and make my eyes sparkle, I feel I sparkle. It doesn’t have to be a conscious intention, it just happens. The only thing I need to be conscious of is whether the transformative power is positive or negative. My friend understood and forgave me for getting side-tracked. I sent him off to his slumber with a kiss and plans to visit the following week.

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Check back in on Friday, November 11 for Fashion Beauty Friend Friday. The visual topic is for us bloggers to show a picture of ourselves without any make-up on. See me in my natural state.

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I may have only been pattern mixing in the last year but I feel like a pro with some of my bolder choices. What made this outfit work was that I kept the palette limited to only a few primary colors: grey and red-orange. The use of grey helped neutralize the impact of the red tones. Try it out! And then leave me your url in the comment section so that I can see how you styled your patterns. Remember, you’re even more beautiful when you’re having fun!

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Red mini skirt/Urban Outfitters, vintage striped cowl neck sweater/eBay, grey wool coat/Bebe, grey tights/WeLoveColors.com, wedge sneakers/Tsubo.

 

 

 

 

Making it work

31 Oct

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For fear of dropping off the blogosphere completely, consider this an interim update. I’ve been sick for a couple weeks and have been out of commission. Rather than dwelling on all the things I haven’t been able to do–the list is too long–let’s focus on what I have been able to do. Sleep, read and paint my nails. They’ve never looked so good!

And that dress? I made that $14.99 work for me, wouldn’t you agree?

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Python dress/H&M, belt/Anthropologie, mocha tights/WeLoveColors.com, brown vegan suede boots/Munro, butterfly necklace/gifted, owl ring/H&M, gold band/family heirloom.

 
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