Buhbye blog

Here end my blogging posts, since I'm a lousy updater, hardly anyone reads this, and I'm to busy and apathetic to change that. Love you all.

-Amy

Who knew a girl with a pig nose could be so adorable?

After literally years of waiting, Penelope is finally being released in the US next month! Another movie-full-of-my-favorite-people, with Christina Ricci, James McAvoy, and Reese Witherspoon, it's a sweet and quirky story with a fantastic cast...I cannot wait. Christina Ricci plays an heiress cursed with the face of a pig until she finds someone who loves her as she is.

A Day at the Races

More spring.....Ralph Lauren continues to please me with wickedly eccentric creations of aristocratic fecklessness-complete with remarkable hats-that recall at first Eliza Doolittle attending the Ascot races in My Fair Lady.




The feminine fops and dandies accompanying the frills bring to mind a bit of Weimar Germany as well...life is a cabaret, my dears. I suppose it's musical sing-along day.....



All photos http://www.vogue.co.uk/

I smell roses and sunlight

So I'm a little late on the uptake, but I'm absolutely in love with Prada's resort collection this year. The massive floral skirt with the tight little cardigans are gorgeous and retro, and the candy colors are fantastic.





All pictures Style.com

These things have me written all over them, with the tight waists and free skirts. She also showed some cheongsam-inspired day dresses, but they looked dumpy and shapeless in comparison to these.

A Year in the Life

Inspired by procrastination and by Tango Pirates and Absinthe, welcome to a fuzzy look back at my fashion-ish related life over the past year.

Winter
My year was kicked off with a new haircut - bobbed hair shorter than it had been for about ten years. Quasi-channeling a 20s look, my brain translated "drop-waisted flapper dress" into loose tee shirts over skinny jeans and long sweaters over skirts and tights. And when I say "loose tee-shirts," you should know that I don't mean something trendy and charming from AA or whatever. I mean the kind of tee you get as a souvenir while on vacation. An ancient burgundy one from Iowa that was my mother's, a black one from Paris featuring Toulouse-Lautrec's Le Chat Noir, a snarky tee I got at a music store in Monterey. I also began a love affair with a tight but boyishly shaped grey angora cardigan. Every time I left the house I battled the cold in my trusty charcoal grey peacoat and forest green leather gloves.

Spring
Spring was, no other word for it, cold. After a weekend of warmth in March, cold dismalness culminated in a blizzard in April. For some reason I tried to ignore this, pairing cuffed denim bermudas with the same loose tee shirts, adding blazers and flats and a salvation army shoulder bag. I began to get as much use as possible out of my bright purple Proenza Schouler for Target pencil skirt.

Summer
My summer unfortunately consisted of working three different jobs, all requiring a certain amount of uniform. My uniform shirts for my favorite job, as a camp counselor/dance instructor, ignited an interest in hand-made tie dye. At the end of the summer I finally had time to indulge, producing some beautifully shaded shirts done only with black dye. On my days off I battled the lack of air conditioning in my car in short green knit dresses from AA and Old Navy, flip flops, and sunglasses. After I went to a Renassance Faire with my sisters (in costume of course), I added to this ensemble a thick heavy hand-made chain mail necklace.

Fall
Beautiful fall weather allowed me to focus on unique sweaters, tweed blazers, and printed skirts rather than the usual alternating extremes of tank tops and winter coats. Before school I had the miraculous luck to find an affordable pair of black leather riding boots, which became an indispensable part of my shoe rotation. Those boots were (still are) paired with just about every skirt or dress in my closet, with knee socks or any tights (from black to green to gold striped). Those boots are the great enablers, keeping me warm and able to walk all day in all the various dresses and skirts I collected over the previous year but just didn't wear enough. As it got colder I pulled out the scarves, particular the massive variously striped wool one I finished knitting over the summer.

I am going to die. Eventually.

It is nearly one in the morning. All I need to do is write twelve pages worth of essays by Monday, it is so not happening right now. I am listening to Josh Groban singing Christmas music, aka the reason I am broke (besides the whole where-the-hell-in-the-corporate-chain-is-my-paycheck thing).

I cannot write my theory essay till I analyze my music, which I just found out may only be approximately a third of Mozart's Rondo in D rather than the whole thing-what do I do with that?? And eight pages on Northanger Abbey just don't seem to appear coherently in front of me, much as I love the book.

Instead I indulge in mediocre but comforting chick lit, dark chocolate, and massive scarves. I am cranky and cold, holed up for essays while gloomily anticipating packing and leaving for five weeks, stuck in my house, friends spread far too far and wide. I will be a nun. A nun with internet, but nonetheless reclused. I'm thinking of driving 40 minutes to work and back a few days a week just to break the monotony, despite the threat of snow and the certainty of intense cold.

But Josh Groban does help. A little.

Moonstruck

I want a man who will take me to the opera. Like this.



Plus Moonstruck is a really excellent movie all around. You should watch it.

Let's Play Dress-Up again

Scene: A cool fall day downtown by a river with quaint arty shops and antique places around....hmm perhaps I'll go for a walk today?


Dress: Delia's, $44.50


Cardigan: Zero Maria Cornejo from Satine Boutique, $415


Socks: American Apparel, $17


Boots: Anthropologie, $288


Bag: TheUrbanCollection.com, $24


Belt: Banana Republic, $48

Just add steaming cinnamony coffee from an independent coffee shop (no Starbucks!) and it all makes for a rather perfect day...

Words, words, nothing but words

Hello. I'm not dead. Just a college student who has had no life for the last month. But there is a light-an extra hour for daylight savings, a three day weekend, then Thanksgiving break.......a mass of shows and finals and then packing up and shipping home for Christmas. Though I'm not so eager to go home, mostly I want sleep.

It's a beautiful fall, even the weather's cooperating for once. It's cool and crisp with colored leaves and I just wish I could sit outside and enjoy it more, but I'm always in class or cooped in my room or running from one place to another.

So everything outside me is perfect and beautiful, while my own self seems to be breaking down. What's good about me is sliding and what's mediocre refuses to improve. I feel like I'm missing something and don't know how to find it. There's a screw loose in there somewhere.

I want to go somewhere perfect and beautiful where I can be perfect and beautiful and happy. I'd paint a picture if I could. It's somewhere between New York in winter and Paris in spring, with only enough responsibilities to keep focused, and incessant opportunity and flexibility for blooming creation that may effervesce into the walls or may by chance be taken down and worked on and kept to treasure for myself at least or posterity at most.

In other words- I still haven't found my purpose.

Results of Self-Denial

Things I salivate for but must not buy:


Topshop


The tights, Stockingirl.com


And in my size, too- adorevintage.com


skirt, AA


Macys.com