It is mid-March 2010 and I will be walking down the aisle in early June. I have been toying with the idea of starting a blog surrounding my thoughts about fashion, or perhaps more specifically what fashion means to me as a creative and self affirming act. Maybe I will just end up writing about all of the pieces I’d love to add to my closet but can’t afford…yet.
I bounced this idea off of my wonderful mother and – excitable and supportive as ever – she nudged me over the cliff’s edge. She even gave me the very helpful suggestion that I use the experience of planning a wedding, and all my obsession with small details thereof, as a jumping off point for my blog.
So here it is; my wandering, silly blog about fashion and about inching towards a beautiful wedding and marriage to my best friend and auxiliary therapist.
I suppose I should give some background. I met my husband-to-be on J-Date. In the section of my profile that called for “Things you have learned from past relationships” I wrote: Conversations started with: “my analyst thinks . . . “should be saved for the third date. My fiancé, a clinical psychologist, fell for this hook line and sinker. My analyst thinks I was fishing with the right bait.
Long story short, two years later we were ready to make it official. And what I have found, through the process of planning a wedding, is that I am very opinionated. It hasn’t been difficult for me to make decisions about the floral arrangements or the bridesmaid’s dresses. I am a pull the trigger sort of lady when it comes to style (and I suppose my fiancé would say that I am a pull the trigger sort of lady when it comes to ….anything).
So, in the tradition of decisiveness, here are a few things that I feel very strongly about . . . for the moment:
Pleasures (guilty or otherwise):
Big white frame sunglasses
Antique pink trench coats
Being a brunette
Long hair
Enzoani bridal gowns and evening wear
Shearnette Swaby (look her up, please)
Royal blue high heels
Full skirts
Crisp white blouses with soft feminine details
Abstract print swing coats
Thick, well shaped eyebrows
Stretch jeans from Bebe that don’t look stretchy
Skirts with pockets
Vintage inspired spring dresses
Sulfate free hair care
Raw silk
My fiancé in cashmere sweaters and Italian silk ties
Things that make me want to vomit:
Jeans
Drop-waist anything
Pleated men’s pants
Puffer coats
Cheap shampoo and conditioner
Tanning
Trendy floral arrangements
Aggressive branding
I am asking myself, why would any of you (the hypothetical, imaginary, and numbered in the millions you--who will no doubt be glued to my every blog post) care about my opinions? I have no idea, but I intend to keep relaying them. So get used to it.
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LadyE,
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed reading your blog, but on behalf of men who wear pleated pants, I must protest. They're slimming. Also, although often attributed to Oscar Wilde, it was the little known historian John Motley who said, "Give us the luxuries in life and we will dispense with necessities". However, he lived before the advent of blue jeans, which are the exception that proves the rule. ( I like saying that, but actually don't exceptions disprove the rules?) Anyway, having often seen you in jeans, do you want to reconsider their inclusion, or do you just live with the nausea?
Well, that exceeds my daily (maybe weekly) limit of talking about anything fashion related. Love you.
Dad. First of all, what the hell are you talking about?
ReplyDeleteSecond of all, you'll notice that in my "pleasures" column, I list stretchy jeans from Bebe that look like normal jeans.
The jeans you have seen me so oft wearing are those stretchy jeans. They feel just like leggings but look like regular jeans to the outside world.
I still HATE jeans, the regular ones. Wearing them is like a 10 year prison sentence or Dante's 9th circle.
So check your damn facts.
Love you,
Elis
My point was that blue jeans are a necessity that no one should do without. You're right, I didn't catch the Bebe reference. Not many men's stretch jeans out there, thank God.
ReplyDeleteLove Dad