So, according to my calendar, the first day of Fall was Saturday. According to the thermometer, (as of this posting, 54 degrees Fahrenheit), the ominous clouds and the snappy wind, I'd say Fall blew in over last night! (Well, in WNY that is) I'm a really big fan of owls, and have been thinking of a way to work them into my wardrobe, without being so girly-cute. I think the camo pants and brogues add a little edge. Speaking of brogues, I'm also flirting a little with the trend and fighting my instinct that they are too gender specific. As a self professed feminine dresser I think these gentleman like shoes get a little priss with the outfit, what do you think?
Wilhelmina Miltonburn
Ditherings from a wardrobe wrangler and consultant.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Sick Fashion
Cool title? Yucky truth. I have a cold, but "cold fashion" didn't sound as neat. You thought this post was going to contain some sick "awesome" fashion didn't you? Sorry to disappoint. Unfortunately when I'm not feeling well the only thing I want to wear is something soft and cozy. I can't even adequately convey my lack of effort when it comes to dressing when sickly; I might not even wear make-up (gasp!). I read other blogs, and have noticed that some of them are just photo's. JUST photo's. What do they do on a sick day? March on? Or go dark. I don't have a lot of photo's, and I haven't written in days for lack of health. I offer no excuses. For a second, nay, a millisecond I entertained snapping a quick shot of myself in my safety yellow sweatshirt and purple lounge pants and including it. Thankfully, that moment passed, and I bet you're glad of it too! I'm snuggled up with my laptop for warmth wishing I felt better and then reviewed a new arrival to my inbox: Street Style to Replicate, courtesy of one of my favorite indulgences: Refinery29. Doesn't everyone feel better when they have something to look forward to? I plan on emulating numbers 2, 6 & 27 just as soon as I stop sounding like Edith Ann and sell my stock in Kleenex.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Yellow Chevron Clutch
So the other day I was on a blog that I follow called My Fancy Pants and she was having a contest to win a chevron clutch from Corilynn and part of the entry included telling her what I would wear said clutch with. Sometimes my words aren't the best at describing what my brain envisions, so I headed over to Polyvore to design an image of what I was trying to say. And this is it:
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Fall, Autumn, Whatevs - It's Cold
Well, in NY it is anyway, today I continue to write from the Capitol City. The trees have Started. To .Turn. (I was trying to make that a really defining statement, but somehow it's not working, is it?) Now, according to the weather-people the trees are turning early because of the drought. So they're pulling in nutrition from their leaves, giving us the beautiful reds, golds and oranges before falling to the ground naked for Winter. Good thing for us we get to keep changing our colors without ever getting naked. Especially right before the snow falls! Side note: by the time the snow does actually fall, I'll be back in the 8th ring of hell: also known as Southwest Florida (it was 91 there shortly after 9am today, fyi). Now that the heat is ratcheting down and the scent of fall is in the air, my mind is wandering to knee high boots, scarves and leather...which according to these sites, means I'm right on:
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Albany, NY - Fashion Mecca
Okay, so... Albany is clearly not a fashion mecca. But it is a city. One that I've been driving into and out of every morning and evening at rush hour and: It's sucking my will to live. Now, I know you're wondering why I'm in the Capitol city when Fashion Week is going on several hundred miles to the South; but that will just have to remain a mystery. (And, no, I'm not having anything cosmetic done and in hiding) Though, that's not a bad idea ;) Anyways. City dwellers. I've been seeing a lot of trousers and low, chunky heeled black shoes. I'm fine with the trousers. I get it, you're walking to work. But the shoes? the SHOES! Why black? Why, big, clunky, no personality black? Now, mind you, I say this from the comfort of my vehicle, safely obscured by dark tinted windows in yoga pants and a hoodie. But, if my sole purpose wasn't just to drive in and then back out of the city, I would be dressed! I don't think there's a Target downtown. But there might be, considering the amount of khaki-tan slacks and black shoes. And if I didn't think I'd be the next assault and battery call the locals responded to, I'd take some pictures.
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