Redecorating

Another quick post, while I have a few minutes of downtime. This summer was the summer of the Great Apartment Overhaul, and here is a little taste, in horribly assembled panorama, of what happened. The yellow couch was first orange, then reupholstered in green velvet before ending up covered in this Dutch damask. Oh, indecision: how you plague me.

Reflection

If we greatly transform ourselves, those friends of ours who have not been transformed become ghosts of our past: their voice comes across to us like the voice of a shade--as though we were hearing ourself, only younger, more severe, less mature.

--Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

Variations on a Theme, Or: This Is Getting Predictable

Not only is my hair reliably hilarious, but I can't seem to stop pairing these boots and this belt. Maybe it's time to take up belt-making? It's just so easy and mindless and (in my mind, anyway) flattering. Definitely need a few new belts, though... The dress is my own little invention, too, though you can't really see it here. It's a version of the Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent number, a tube dress with an elastic waist for which Barneys wanted me to pay $200. No. The same sueded silk cost me $10 a yard and the whole dress took 1.25 yards and two hours to make.

Cardigan, Lauren Hansen; silk dress, yours truly; belt and boots, same ol' same ol'.

Time For A Haircut

My hair is comically out of control: time for a hop to New York, a trim, and some sales and drinks.

Anyway, I knocked out this coatdress over the summer and finally had a chance to wear it. It's an olive-green wool gabardine, lined in gold (oops forgot to take a picture). I'll be wearing it belted, as shown here, and open, as a swing coat. Might take up the hem a little, though...hm.

Dress, me; boots, Barneys; belt from Argentina.

So You Want To Be Undead

Some tips for being a classy zombie lady:

1. Ikea net curtains make for a good improvised crinoline.
2. Remember to play up only one feature: blood on both the eyes and mouth is a trifle de trop.
3. Never stand on the dancefloor barefoot. Instead, find a nice corpse to protect your feet when you take a break.
4. Make sure your date is suitably hot. And bloody.
5. Wear your favorite Cynthia Rowley cocktail dress. Mind the gore.

Little-known fact: Health Care Reform zombies also take beautiful pictures.
Tri-blend raglan, American Apparel; Harlan cigarette jeans, Earnest Sewn; engineer boots, Frye; parka, army surplus.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Some days I watch too much of a good movie and can't get the wardrobe out of my head. Granted, some days I can't get the hot lady out of my head, more than the film. Hey Lena Headey!She is so effing gorgeous, and I love how they dressed her in Imagine Me and You: low-rise, wide leg, the occasional bit of sequin (totally unexpected) and lots of layers. Who cares that it was unseasonably warm today? Clearly not this girl.

Cardi, Banana Republic; t-shirt, American Apparel; jeans, Uniqlo; sneaks, Converse; accessories, artisanal or vintage.

Jack's Muscle Gym

Oh yes.

Life Lessons

Today I would like to share three rules for surviving, lady-style, courtesy of my grandmother:

1. Always drink scotch. (Granted, this advice was given on the grounds that scotch tastes bad and so you'll never drink too much and get drunk; I took up this rule as my own at 21 and now love it. Scotch, that is, not the rule. Go figure.)

2. After a big break-up, buy yourself something nice. Really nice. Like a mink. (Except that I don't buy fur, so sometimes I just put on my grandma's mink while I shop for things like handbags.)

3. Never date fewer than five people at once. (This is clearly advice that I have neglected, temporarily at least, but am taking to heart again. It totally helps keep things clear. And fun.)