Showing posts with label blue corduroy skirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blue corduroy skirt. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Equestrienne, Maybe?

This outfit evolved radically from a yellow pencil skirt (Halogen), the Sundance jacket, and my cognac boots. Cute, yes, but I didn't want to wear tights, so the skirt was out (too short). Then I tried yellow pants:

It's not as horrifying as I first thought when I saw it on the tiny screen, but still . . . no. I got out the long gray sweater I got specifically to wear with these cheerful pants:

Arrggh. Both pants and sweater get flung on the bed. Then I remembered my original idea was to wear a blue skirt with the jacket, and voila!

Pterodactyl arms. *sigh*

Whew, that is MUCH better. I also cuffed the jacket sleeves to show the rad teal lining. I think it needs something ivory at the throat - a scarf? A blouse with a tie? Something like this?
This outfit captures all my childhood pony dreams.

A faux Hermes scarf with horses and bits and things? I'll add that to my list of possible things that might work. Comments? Suggestions?

I've updated my list of wardrobe goals with #5, an ivory lace tee with a high neckline, so it can be seen under jackets like the Sundance one. That was how it was shown in the catalog. Again, it is the simplest things that are the hardest to find. 

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Blue and Taupe and Another Action Shot!

Wow, so glad this week is over! To see the week out, I wore one of my favorite color combinations: blue and taupe. Or marine and ivory, navy and cream, etc. I rarely wear deep navy and stark white together - it makes me feel like a flight attendant - though I do have that J. Crew striped tee that sees a lot of action. Since I was a teenager I wanted to be that girl in the perfectly faded jeans and her boyfriend's white oxford, but that silhouette just didn't fly on me. I have a photograph from years ago, when I was at my thinnest, in jeans and a cream silk shirt, and I look like that mental picture I had for ages. What the picture doesn't show is that I was thin because I was profoundly depressed and not eating. My brother once commented years ago on having the same visual disconnect: "I feel like sh*t, but I look GREAT!" (We're all better now, thanks for asking)

Here, I feel pretty darn good (still counting my many blessings), and I am happy with how I look as well. Though, hmmm, maybe the boots are a little bulky with a midi hemline.

Here's the stuff; wooden bracelet from who knows where, a Talbot's necklace and earring set that might be older than Ben (who is 23, as it happens).


And here is another poetry in motion shot of a furry blur and a couple of feet.


He sticks the landing!! The East German judge gives him a 9.8!! The crowd goes wild!!