Thanks to BlogHer for syndicating my post on how to wear eye-searingly bright colors!
Check out these great tips for scarf storage and care.
Have you ever lost yourself in your own body? How did you stop it from holding you back?
Just e-met fellow Minneapolitan, talented sewist, and super-stylin’ lady Snug Bug this week. Of her blog, she says, “I do a lot of sewing and wear a RTW size 20, so have a lot of fitting issues. I try post a lot of hits (and misses) and include information about getting a good fit.” Such a great resource!
Perhaps it’s time to give your body a vacation.
There’s a little interview with me up on Smashion this week. Stop by and check it out!
Here are nine fabulous reasons why learning to sew your own clothing is rewarding, fun, and a fabulous creative outlet.
RK stopped weighing herself. When she went to visit her extended family, she became convinced that she was the fattest person in Korea. And then realized how incredibly subjective “fat” and “thin” really are. (An older post, but well worth reading.)
Looking to add some stripes to your spring-summer wardrobe? Here are eight adorable striped pieces under $20 apiece.
Not exactly comprehensive, but definitely cute: An infographic from the Shoe Appreciation Society.
Gertie explains the difference between gathers, ruching, and shirring.
How do you decide when to splurge?
Super Kawaii Mama looks stunning in her high-wasited sailor pants and bow tie.
I feel like I’ve neglected to announce my giant, gushy-mushy girl-crush on Charlie of Feminine Bravery. Which is absolutely shameful because I’ve been drooling over her bright skirts, kick-ass boots, and stellar accessories for weeks now.
Oh, how I wish my hair was long enough to do this low side French braid updo. Gorgeous.
My incredibly talented friend Beauty Bets has just released her line of skin care products, By Elizabeth Dehn!
If you want to see some stellar remixing, check out Two Birds.
Over at the BlogFrog, I asked: Are you a style risk-taker, or do you play it chic-ly safe?
Looking to add a few more thrifting and vintage blogs to your reading list? Here’s a fab round-up.
Franca muses on finance, fashion, feminism, and the shopaholic stereotype.
How does your partner influence your personal style, if at all?
And from the Department of Random: This extensive article explores the social, musical, and emotional implications of Paul Simon’s “Graceland” album, which is now 25 years old. (Via Yum & Yuk) There’s a lot there, including plenty of politics that I never grasped as a child. “Graceland” played a HUGE role in my musical upbringing and I spent hours listening to it and singing its songs with my whole family, so I loved this snippet in particular:
The Paul Simon who, on a bus en route to New York City told his sleeping girlfriend that he was empty and aching and he didn’t know why, that Simon belongs to our parents. My generation may love him but he’s not ours. The Simon who is soft in the middle (or at least feels an affinity for men who happen to be), however, the one who reminds young women of money, who has been divorced and has a kid to prove it, and who has the means to catch a cab uptown and take it all the way downtown talking dispassionately while doing so about the comings and goings of breakdowns, that Simon belongs to us as much as he does to our folks because he is our folks. Not our folks the way they were before we were born, but the way they were when we first knew them, as they were losing their edge and feeling maybe a little insecure about that loss; our folks as we knew them when we ourselves were entering that era of childhood which finally allowed for reflection and the retention of memory and for the level of awareness that clued us into the fact that a baby with a baboon heart was something to wonder at and to then distantly — vaguely — mourn when she died three weeks after her baboon heart first beat inside her body; this was our folks the way they were when they were trying to raise us right: to say please and thank you and to only send food back under dire circumstances; the way they were when we really saw them for the first time. At least, in retrospect. Now that we’re grown, that first introduction lingers. We also recognize not just our parents in the words of those songs, but ourselves and our own impending midlives that loiter like shortening shadows on the horizon.