Wednesday I came home and flung off my clothes as if they were infested with fire ants. I was anxious to try out the Tai Chi DVD I had brought home from the library. The cats got some tilapia, and I stood hopefully in front of the TV in a balanced, neutral position. Ten minutes later I had ejected the disc and was making dinner. Our staff instructor was SOOO much better than the DVD.
Anyway. I was wearing a yellow Kohl's dress under a bottle green velvet Talbot's jacket with black tights and boots. Nothing to write home about, though the jacket is a really beautiful color. I'll wear it again.
Let's talk about books, shall we? I particularly like books with titles that suggest a finite set of solutions: 36 ways to wear a scarf, 101 ways to amuse a child, etc. Here are a few of my recent favorites.
The 100, A Guide to the Pieces Every Stylish Woman Must Own by Nina Garcia. Ms. Garcia is a fierce Project Runway judge, the author of several books on fashion and personal style, and a remarkably well-dressed woman herself. It is great fun to consider each item Nina deems essential, and have mock debates with her about whether you agree or not. Pencil skirt yes, white button-down shirt no.
One Hundred Unforgettable Dresses by Hal Rubenstein. Truly a picture book for Carrie Bradshaw and other so-called grownups; this book collects photographs, interviews with designers and style-makers, and juicy tidbits about each individual garment, to illustrate the last 50 years (more or less) in women's fashion. And soooo pretty. And shiny. And pretty.
One Hundred Ideas That Changed Fashion by Harriet Worsley. Each spread is a full page photo paired with an essay on the history, impact and legacy of a fashion concept like the bias cut, costume jewelry, punk, sports fashion, photos in magazines or eco-style. A slight British slant made it even more interesting, to me at least. The picture of a very young Chrissie Hynde in seamed stockings and high heels, with a Johnny Rotten sneer on her Akron girl face is worth a thousand words.
What Riley does when he's not eating (sleep, if you can't guess).