Mad Hatter?

With all the wild and wonderful creations fashion designers sent down the runway on the heads of their models I am predicting that hats will be big for fall--at least among the street fashion daring and elite. I myself will be searching for a miniature top hat and the courage to wear it... All photos courtesy of style.com








"If a woman rebels againts high-heeled shoes, she should take care to do it in a very smart hat." George Bernard Shaw

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Show-off

One always checks out an outfit from all angles in the mirror. But there is that one pose, that one specific posture that sets off the entire outfit so admirably. And then one has to consider lighting. In some lights the colors glow, in others they wilt--and don't get me started on what your complexion does under different lights. Thankfully, Viktor and Rolf have the solution. Portable, personal lighting and frames for the perfect drape of every outfit.

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Dancing in the Rain

Inspired by the thunder and lightning storm currently taking place outside I thought I might go outside and dance in the rain. Problem: no rain boots. What is a girl to do? Trash bags worn over the feet is always an option, but so unstylish, so uncool, no? No! Christian Lacroix certainly doesn't agree, as he proves with his Paris collection.
Okay, so these shoes are not literally trash bags worn as shoes or over shoes. Still isn't the resemblance too great to ignore? The rest of the monochromatic looks with their carefully chosen embellishments is lovely.

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Summer

Summer is setting up to be idyllic here in old PA. Humid weather, wide fields, and a lack of activities all meld together into the perfect atmosphere for a beginning blogger. Am I not right?
My visual idea of the perfect summer. I might be a little nostalgic for a time I never had...

















"I know a place where summer strives
With such a practised frost
She each year leads her daises back,
Recording briefly, "lost."
But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains
Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That stiffens quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe." Emily Dickinson

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