December 28, 2009

:: michigan mittens ::

i just had an idea. make mittens with a map of michigan on them. i googled it - already exists. but just because someone else had the idea (and follow-through) first, doesn't mean i didn't have a great idea! mine were much more thought out and definitely cuter, anyway.


michiganmittens.com

:: i love lamp ::


squintlimited.com

December 13, 2009

:: fifty fifty ::

she is one of my favorite people. she is creative, clever and cooler than she thinks. she likes a lot of what i like. she sends me great links and enjoys the few i send her that she hasn't already seen. we've seen each other in person a grand total of 5 or 6 times in our approximately 5 year friendship, yet i talk to her more than most people i see on a weekly (if not daily) basis. we work together, we type together, we laugh together - we have probably even cried together.

she is averagely envoweled, but far from average. (me? i'm fifty fifty.)

she has a blog. and i like it.

she recently designed and made these MERRY CHRISTMAS / HAPPY HANUKKAH (check one or the other) cards, which i love.


averagelyenvoweled.blogspot.com

December 07, 2009

:: fingerprints on your heart & hand ::

this is absolutely the coolest idea for a wedding band i have ever seen. visually (outwardly) simple & understated, but what a neat symbolic connection underneath it all - wearing the most unique & identifiable feature of the one you love.




fabuluster.etsy.com

December 01, 2009

:: breath to fashion ::

i could try to put this in my own words, but i feel that they would only fall short. so i will borrow hers. and accessorize with my own.



I lived in the south of France for a longtime. The weather was beautiful. I was young. I was in love. I had a scooter, amazing friends, and all was well. I tore through tons of magazines. I loved fashion, but it still felt a bit far.

But I gotta add, the simple fact that I would walk around in heels in the middle of the day would make people turn and look. Suddenly the boys felt it was ok to whistle at me. That’ll turn you off a little. So I learned to dress myself relatively simply, just to avoid the hassle. I still felt like one of the best dressed girls on the street, and I was always looking for stylish friends, exciting boutiques, and inspiring women.

The day I first arrived in Paris was a true shock. I had been plenty of times before… but to live there, it’s a totally different thing. Suddenly, me, who was relatively at ease with my own style, I felt like I got my thought of “one of the best dressed girls on the street” shoved back down my throat. Good lesson.

I met impeccably stylish girls who were relaxed, cool, unique. Girls with the most amazing looks. The most resourceful girls who could find YSL at Zara prices. Super feminine girls that never asked for a second, “What’ll they think of me?”

For the first few months, I felt like a rough draft of a woman. But when you love fashion, you learn quick.

And today, it seems only natural for me to leave my house in 5 inch heels or in a bustier in the middle of the day, or even a shirt disguised as a dress, and yet none of it even raises the eyebrow of my newspaper guy on the street and so I wonder…

Has anything really changed? What gives breath to fashion when you live far from the fashion capitals of the world?


substitute paris for new york. and just visiting did the trick. it used to even be atlanta, though it seems that complacent and easy fashion has now taken root down there as here. either way, i know the feeling: "But I gotta add, the simple fact that I would walk around in heels in the middle of the day would make people turn and look. Suddenly the boys felt it was ok to whistle at me. That’ll turn you off a little. So I learned to dress myself relatively simply, just to avoid the hassle."

after my recent trips to the fashionable apple, i'm starting to return to the days when it seemed "only natural for me to leave my house in 5 inch heels or in a bustier in the middle of the day, or even a shirt disguised as a dress" but i'm still getting the raised eyebrows (a dress? what's the occasion?) and, more significantly, still not comfortable with that. but i'm on what is probably the 2nd draft - not rough or final - and as Garance says, "when you love fashion, you learn quick."



what gives breath to fashion when you live far from the fashion capitals of the world?

inspiration & aspiration


courage & confidence


humor & creativity



trial & error (or success)

garancedore.fr/en