Via Dress, Design, Decor.
what am i feeling today? that the sun coming in my window is a beautiful farce compared to the frost i know exists beyond the panes. what am i doing about it? deciding to pull myself out of it by thinking only in the realm of the posey. or the magnolia. or peony, juliette rose, or anything floral, ruffly and pretty...and then tying it around your neck.
and it will be fabulous.
This weekend (same shopping trip) I was in Pottery Barn Kids, where another pretty smart bird and I spied the most gorgeous Liberty print bedding on mondo clearance, perfect for baby pretty smart bird T. when she gets a big girl bed.
At the checkout line, I suddenly felt something come over me and bought a matching twin-sized duvet for myself. You know. For a guest room. In the aforementioned nonexistent house.
But you guys (I mean, you birds), it's so pretty in person. And reversible. And $29.99.
If anyone else is in an insane floral mood and has a guest- or little girl's room to decorate, PBKids online has some really cute stuff on clearance right now. (If I did have a little girl's room to decorate, I would snatch up that McKenna print in blue on top. Love.)
And if you prefer something a bit more sophisticated, grown-up Pottery Barn has more than a few gems on sale as well.
So! This weekend I was at Crate & Barrel and I saw two things that made me stop in my tracks, this duvet and this chair. The duvet, I plan to save my pennies and make it mine in the near future. The chair would require more than just penny-pinching. But someday. SOMEDAY! I have mentally decorated a room around it. In the house that is also currently a castle in the air.
...and let me do it in these pretty bird pieces.
inspirational and cozy is a hard combination but just looking at this collection of goodies makes me want to stay home all winter in the perfect state of undress and cook meaty stews while sipping luscious wines with my certain someone. throw in a cashmere blanket and some pablo neruda one may have the most perfect in-the-nest date night ever to exist...or the most perfect because i am lovely and deserve it night of indulgence you could ever give yourself...
Grey Slip, Victorias Secret, $58
Knee Highs in Fatigue, Sock Dreams, $25
Pablo Neruda Love Poems, Urban Outfitters, $12
a chartreuse, black, and tan patterned blouse
over that, a light olive short sleeved cardigan
and silvery gray Frye Oxfords
and a purply gray wool coat and a brownish-goldy-green scarf
jewelry: long dangling gold chains with tiny pearl beads strung on them and, of course, her antique pocketwatch necklace
I would like to dissect her outfit's colors and plan a wedding around it.
...were called the Bluestockings. The name came "indirectly, from Venice. Back in 1400 there was a society of ladies and gentlemen organized in Venice that was called Della Calza. This society was distinguished by the blue stockings its members wore. In 1590 the custom was introduced into Paris where women of learning adopted it. Then in 1750 a group of English women picked up the idea and formed what they called the Basbleu Club. They too, as well as the men of their circle, wore blue stockings. This created quite a scandal-since blue was originally the color of servants and others of low circumstances. The women who belonged to this group all made a point of making their conversations serious-and so today a female pedant is called a "blue stocking" (Castle Books, 1985).
The Blue Stockings were named after "Benjamin Stillingfleet's blue worsted stockings: he was too poor to afford the customary black silk stocking suitable for evening wear. Run by educated, intellectual ... women who tried to raise the moral, intellectual, and cultural standards of their time, this group of friends took turns hosting evening's entertainment where the literary figures of London took the spotlight. Women were often the majority of the guests, and the subject of the evening was often a learned women from the past or the present. Eventually similar ladies' groups who patterned themselves after the Bluestockings sprung up all over London then all over England. These upper-middle class women scorned female "accomplishments," card playing, and frivolous behavior, preferring instead a life of moral and intellectual rigor and philanthropic activities. These women did not pen great tracts railing about the failings of men. They did claim the right to act in the semi-public sphere and they urged women to become involved in philanthropic activities which benefited other women. Preferring the single life to an unhappily marriage life, these women, young and old, professional, educated, intellectual, and upper-middle-class women, married and as well as single, provided a mixture of role models for succeeding generations. Their numbers included several pairs of "close female friends" who either did or may have had "romantic friendships." Frances Burney, the first English woman to write a best-seller, was a member of the group and part of her success can be attributed the favorable publicity she received from the group. They took care of one another... Some of the leading female intellects and writers of the age were numbered among the Bluestockings. Their members included:
Elizabeth Robinson Montagu (1720-1800), "Queen of the Blues", cousin to Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689-1762) who brought the small-pox vaccine to England from Turkey
Elizabeth Vesey (1715?-1791)
Frances Glanville Boscawen (1719-1805)
Mary Granville Delaney (1700-1788)
Hester Mulso Chapone (1727-1801)
Fanny Burney (1752-1840)
Lady Eleanor Butler (1373-1829) and Sarah Ponsonby (1755-1831),
Elizabeth Carter (1716-1806) and Catherine Talbot (1721-1770),
Sarah Robinson Scott, sister of Elizabeth Montagu, (1723-1795) and Lady Barbara Montagu,
Sarah Fielding (1710-1768) and Jane Collier (1710-1754/5),
Anna Seward (1747-1809) and Honora Sneyd,
Hanna More (1745-1833) and Eva Maria Violettti Garrick,
Mary Wollstonecraft (1759-1797) and Fanny Blood" (Buck, 1992; Feguson, 1985).
i am just saying, we are awesome. historically so. smart birds unite...and find yourselves some fantastic blue stockings.
Note: The beautiful picture above, called Sarah Blue Stockings, was photographed by the very talented Aaron at the Fountainhead Gallery in 2007 and might now be the new fashionable piece for which i am pinching pennies. For more photos please see his lovely photo album, Aaron's Public Gallery, on Picasa.com.
See the full collection at Refinery29. In stores in April.
I remember from my childhood the closet in my mom and dad's bedroom and certain pairs of my mom's shoes--these boots with stacked wooden heels, a pair of peep-toe pumps, a pair of suede-y bowling-esque shoes. My mom has daintier feet than I, so even if she still had them they wouldn't fit me, but I wish she'd kept them for me to, like, display.
I think I might put Three Days of the Condor on our Netflix queue. I vaguely remember Faye Dunaway in an amazing coat, maybe a trench or a camel? And beautiful smooth hair. Must confirm.
This photo is from Moodboard, one of my very favorite fashion and design blogs. When we get our links up and running, she'll be on there for sure.
a time when a date was something to prepare for, to aspire to, to put some hope in, to gab about incessantly and blush about just a little. every one was a possible opening of some secret door to life that you had yet to discover and all you needed was to slip your hand into another's and step through that threshold, perfectly heeled, of course. and to ease your way into that land of excitement and mystery i present the perfect date night shoe. they are pretty enough to be feminine, edgy enough to show you are a cool girl and stable enough to stroll in all night. Put on a classic dress and cardigan courtesy of Boden and Ann, accessorize to suite and viola! Opportunity feel free to come a knockin'...
part of the joy of being a pretty, smart bird is the allure of being a muse, being loved, being immortalized in verse and art and having the scars to prove it. dangerous women: the perils of muses and femmes fatales by laure adler and elisa lécosse is itself alluring in all of these ways. looking at the tensions and trysts between female muses and those they inspire the book is an eclectic mix of art balanced by a sturdy read about historical women and the psychological and sociological effects of these attachments. after almost a full hour of flipping through this at the bookstore i am still wanting more and am placing it at the top of my intellectual wish list...take a look.
in the winter stupor induced by these short, dark days and my hiatus from studying, i am leaning toward a more boudoir-chic aesthetic chock full of loungewear glamorized by the silver screen goddess pieces we all squirrel away. imagine me as an eva gardner meets annie hall type: a bird who is obviously intelligent as can be seen by her nerdy glasses, piles of antique books and the man handled Times strewn about, but who also has all the trappings of modern-day goddess: innumerable sequin pieces, plush velvet slippers, and perfectly tousled curls. she is one who is serious enough to have a thought wrinkle above her nose, but dashing enough to know that leaving that slightly smudged mascara on her lashes is indicative of a whole other side waiting just around the bend to the boudoir...
Sequin Jacket and Gilded Journal, Anthropologie, $128
Silk Pajamas, Julliana Rae, $80
Glasses, Definitive Touch, coming this month
in search of the ever-elusive perfect nude polish for my ever-difficult skin tone i now have a new strategy and three new prospects. the strategy: go for an off-nude instead of a true nude, as i am convinced the true nude does not exist for me due to the ever changing nature of my skin, light sources, and outfits. thus, the plan is to go for grey nudes, pink nudes, and pearlescent bronze nudes. the prospects: Chanel's Rose Des Vents (shown here), Chanel's Particuliere, and OPI's Tickle My Francey. prepping fingers now...