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YYZ: All Lined Up

Could I look a bit MORE tired? Sheesh.

This was not the original plan for today. Not exactly, anyway. The skirt was lined up to go, as was the shirt, but my plan was to wear a corset over it all. Then I got dressed and I just was not happy with the effect.

Pawing frantically through my closet, I discovered a forgotten* waistcoat, a third piece to go with my suit. And then I remembered that this skirt also has a matching waistcoat! Problem solved!

I did not feel good in this outfit today, but I think it looked fine. The shoes were good (alas, they are hard to see in these photos, but you can see them here), though.

Waistcoat & Skirt: Sisley
Striped Shirt: Holt Renfrew (now defunct :( )Private Label
Shoes: Jessica Simpson
Brooch: No idea. Can’t remember.
Tights: Ditto.

* Yay! I love finding things I’ve forgotten: it’s like getting free new clothes! Not that I have any idea what it would be like to actually GET free new clothes… Who do I think I am? Some famous fashion blogger with sponsors falling over themselves to have my middle-aged self sport their wares as a way of tempting our vast audience to buy them?

YYZ: Lost Generation

I have a (slightly) more interesting post in the works, but today was not the greatest day ever at work (do you ever have the kind of day that makes you wonder what the hell your horoscope said?
Or what hideous crime you committed in a former life?) and I am in no mood for all the online tinkering I will have to do in order to post it.

And so, I give you these beauties – a feast for your eyes, a smorgasbord for your imagination– instead.

Is it cheating?
You betcha.

Do I care?
So little it scarcely counts, Gentle Reader.

So, join me, if you will, in my time machine.
Let’s go back to the 1920s and 1930s.
Bob your hair, rouge your knees, roll your stockings down and pour yourself a glass of bathtub gin as you savour the following lovelies, imagining yourself at one of Jay Gatsby’s parties.
While you’re at it, and to get you in the proper frame of mind, please enjoy one of my favourite literary lines of all time:

“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
(The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald)

Okay, so I'm starting with the 30s-- I'm an English major, not a Math type...

1930s

1930s

No, seriously. Someone is SELLING this?? WHY would you ever part with it???

Okay, so not so hot looking, but PUH-LEESE: "fur accent belt"?? How could a girl resist?

Of course, you’ll need a wrap to keep you warm on your way home from West Egg in a pale yellow convertible as the sun rises over Long Island Sound.

Straight out of an illustration by Erte!

There.
I feel (a bit) better. How about you?

Here I sat, dutifully typing report card comments when, suddenly, the phone rang.
(Does the phone ring any other way, really? Oh, I suppose it could ring when you are expecting someone to call– that would not be so sudden, I guess… I digress.)

It was M, calling to tell me that there was a shoe emergency unfolding, thousands of miles away in Boston. K had been desperately trying to reach me, but of course my email was turned off because I was chained to writing my report cards. I quickly leapt into the nearest phone booth and spun around really fast in order to assume my secret superhero identity logged onto my email to see what the emergent situation was.

It was this:

I could see why they needed help!
DSW has a strange way of disabling one’s ability to make rational, sane decisions at the best of times, but I could tell from the surrounding area visible in the photo that LHR and G were in the extremely dangerous BARGAIN SECTION of the store.
(I once nearly spent $600 on black lace pumps half a size too big because they were ON SALE for 40% off….)
It takes a cool head, indeed, to emerge from that part of the store with one’s credit card unscathed.
I should know; I have the scars shoes to prove it.

After getting the girls mixed up (which coat is that, LHR? Must be your new one.),
I eventually figured out who was who and sent the following advice:

Yellow booties = Nay.
Why? A few reasons. First of all, yellow patent is not a great idea– it SEEMS like one, but I know those babies would soon find their way to an upcoming episode of Big Brother For Fashion. Also, the vamp on them is so low that LHR, particularly given her narrow heel and the lack of heel grippage provided by that style, would always feel like the shoes were about to fall off. She might even walk right OUT of them on occasion. Again, I speak from experience here.

Grey open-toed booties = Hell, YES!
Why? Useful colour, interesting style, comfortable height. These are the kind of shoes that could easily dress up a very basic, casual outfit, but which will also look great with dressier stuff, adding a bit of an edge.  They are also quite well-suited to G’s wardrobe and she will get good wear out of them.
Also, they cost $25!!!!
My one caveat was that, if you are unaccustomed to wearing open-toed shoes, they can be a bit irksome, in that you slide forward in them. Lots of people hate this feeling and won’t wear a peep-toe for that reason. Good insoles and heel-grip inserts can help. Or, like me, you can just decide to live with the problem because the shoes are too cute to pass up!

Right, off to trawl through 25 year-old photos in order to add to the new “From the Vault” section of this here little blog.

LHR: Shop-Free Zone

I mentioned a few weeks back (i think in a comment)  that I was taking a month off from ANY kind of clothing/accessories shopping. While, I did buy some stuff for the house, but I have stayed true to my commitment. So, instead of buying I’ve just been “lècher les vitrines” (licking the shop windows or in some cases the virtual shop windows).

Here are some beautiful shoes that really I would never wear as beautifully as this young french woman (thecherryblossomgirl).

You should stop by her blog as she has some wonderful looks taken in some amazing places. (it is Paris after all) Like this one for instance.

Love the Outfit. Love the Locale

I’m sure YYZ knows about CherryBlossom, but for those others in the dark ages like me, she is a stylist and designer and shoots all her own photos . The best part of her blog is her guide to Paris. I might just need to go to Paris after this “shop-free” month. Why not it’s only 2.5 hours on the Eurostar.

YYZ: Dream A Little Dream

Got the mid-winter blahs?

Feeling spendy?

May I suggest the following as, if not a cure for what ails you, at least a welcome distraction?

What? This old thing?!

Or what about this lovely number, if a little  more colour is more your style?

Mmmmm.......

Of course, you’ll need a little something to keep yourself warm in this wintry weather..

Also useful for just lounging around the house, running out to get groceries...

Thanks for the eye-candy!

I’m not finished with you yet!

What about a little something once sported by Eva Gabor?

No?
How about something once worn by the melodically-named Gina Lollobrigida?

YYZ: Falling In Love Again

Can’t tempt you with Sophia’s or Lucy’s cast-offs?

How about a little something that once belonged to the smoky-voiced, slightly-dangerous, slighty-tragic-seeming (perhaps it’s all those cigarettes that make her seem so…)
Marlene Dietrich?

Well, head on over here and check out these goodies!

I want this one! My friend J would understand: she wears her fur cape when lounging in bed!

You know you are glamourous when you can make smoking look THIS GOOD..

Wondering why I am not posting my own outfits this week? Two reasons:

1. Who wants to see my boring old crap when you can feast your eyes on this stuff?!

2. It is “Spirit Week” at school = themed clothing days.
Pyjama Day, Green and Gold Day, House Colours Day.
As a result, I leave the house every day looking like a total lunatic. Tomorrow is Olympic Day and we are supposed to come dressed in the gear of the team for whom we are cheering. I am not sure what that means– Canada? A specific sport’s team, like Alpine Racing?
(Yeah, a skin suit– THAT’S what I want to wear to work….!)

YYZ: I Love Lucy

Not tempted by Sophia’s stuff?


What about a little something that once belonged to one of my heroines, the gorgeous and hilarious Lucille Ball*?

*I distinctly remember suddenly realizing that Lucy was not just funny, she was also a knock-out; I grew up in the 70s, so Phyllis Diller–circa 1975– was what I thought all funny women looked like. I didn’t know yet that Barbra Streisand can also be funny, or that Rita Moreno and Bernadette Peters and probably some other famous comediennes from the 70s were beautiful and funny, too. Lucy was the first woman I ever recognized as being both wildly glamourous and hysterically funny. What combination could be better, really?

YYZ: That’s Amore

So, last week I promised you a bit more eye-candy / dream inspiration, courtesy of the oh-so-delicious
The Frock.

How about owning a little something once sported by the divine Sophia Loren?
Here are my choices:

And here (from minute 1:34-1:44) is how I would be able to fit into them:

YYZ: New York State of Mind II

I bet you didn’t know The Catcher in the Rye had a fashion connection.
But it does:
Holden’s iconic (and, of course, literarily significant) red hunting hat.

In honour of J.D. Salinger:

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