HELLO, LAST WEEK I RE-DISCOVERED TWO ABANDONED SWEATERS IN A DRY CLEANING BAG IN MY CLOSET, AND DECIDED TO KEEP THEM, BUT FIRST MAKE THEM MORE SPECIAL, AND SO I DID THE MOST SPECIAL THING I KNOW AND COVERED ONE SWEATER IN FRINGE. The sleeves, anyway, because: balance.
At one point there were also tassels, but THAT’S ENOUGH WITH THE TASSELS.
Anyway, so I covered the sleeves in fringe – enough to pull focus, but not so much that I can’t wear it around the house. The fringe is heavenly, soft as silk, and the peachy blush shade is everything. I bought an entire bolt of it years ago for an editorial collection, but couldn’t find a use for it then, and so I sewed all of it onto these sleeves.
Can’t wait to wear this out and be touched by strangers.
It’s okay with jeans, but I think this sweater needs something that’s casual in a completely unassuming, uncool way. Like a pair of high-waisted khakis.
The sleeves are EXTREMELY HEAVY, which obviously feels fantastic, but also like I’m about to lose my sweater. I reinforced the inside neckline and shoulders with a super luxe ($$$) suiting fabric, which is all the stuff, and makes everything lay just so, and now I’m thinking maybe I need to do this to all of my sweaters. Maybe I need to do this to all of my t-shirts. Maybe I need to do this to my entire life.
HELLO, I’VE REPAINTED MY DINING ROOM AND MADE A NEW SHIRT TO MATCH. The walls are Pink Sea Salt by Behr, a mention which should be great for my blog’s SEO, and the turtleneck is made from a remnant of black, sparkly sweater knit I used on a gown. Oh and I found a bunch of pleated, peach tubes at the fabric warehouse recently and folded one up and stuck it on the front to attract more attention to myself.
It’s like if Delpozo did a collection of sloppy coffee filter shirts.
Just bought this travertine table. Then I spent a week feeling very sad and stressed that it was going to fall through the floor and onto the condo below us.
We read through a bunch of fish tank and safe forums and all of the contractors and architects on those threads were not at all concerned about 300 lbs, which is what this table weighs.
Now I worry that it will tip off its base and crush someone’s legs.
I am a very chill person.
P.S. I made the tunic underneath too. It’s a long, nightshirt version of my poet blouse, and, friends, there is nothing I’ve ever made that I love more than that damn blouse. I CAN’T STOP WITH IT.
Every time I buy new fabric, I think “Oh! I wonder how this would look as a POET BLOUSE??”
I didn’t have enough of this black, sparkly sweater knit, so I had to go sleeveless. No worries, though, because I CAN STILL WEAR IT WITH A POET BLOUSE.
I’d like to wear it to a party or an art show, but I’ll probably just make love to this table before it ruins my life and call it a day. GOODBYE.
HELLO, IT’S THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY, AND I’VE BEEN ON A MUCH-NEEDED BREAK FROM MYSELF. You: “You’re not the only one. [eyeroll] What are Ronni Bumbles?” Me: They are a line of clip-on embellishments that I dreamed up while on vacation, but never bothered putting into production, because UGH and also WHATEVER. If you’d like to invest in an idea that promises to be copied by someone else and offered for a few bucks in the check-out aisle at Forever 21, please LET ME KNOW. In the meantime … here’s my first set.
I suspect my friends and loved ones think these are kind of cheesy and pedestrian, but I stand by them. I feel very Dolce & Gabbana/Gucci in them, and quite frankly, not a whole lot else has been doing the job lately, so I’ll take what I can get/make.
I bought these earrings at Claire’s for a 90’s theme party. Claire’s will undoubtedly put my Ronni Bumbles out of business.
They look nice on my vanity, though.
I made the roses with red satin ribbon, and the clips are V NICE, heavy gold with a solid hinge. In my hair, I clip them to bobby pins, shoes are a no-brainer, jacket lapels, purse handles, shirt collars, they seriously look good on everything. I don’t care if you don’t like them.
I only worry about you not liking ME.
These are the first nice pair of shoes I ever bought myself. In 1998. They were on sale for $300, and I didn’t eat for two weeks. And now here they are, literally twenty years old, wearing Ronni Bumbles.
HELLO, I WANTED TO KEEP THIS VERY COMFORTABLE CABLE KNIT SWEATER, SO IN THE SPIRIT OF THIS PROJECT, I EMBELLISHED IT. Veronica Sheaffer/J.Crew COLLAB.
The sweater came free from a friend at a frock swap. Alliteration.
And somehow I gathered all of these faux fur trimmings over the years and had them squirreled away in a box I discovered recently. I roughly matched the cable pattern in the sweater, and did some freeforming along the neckline, shoulder and sleeve.
It’s just a very casual embellishment to luxe things up a bit. Oh hai, madras shorties! Cannot believe I’ve worn you out in public while with my mother-in-law and child.
I hate salad so goddamn much.
But I love this cozy, fur-trimmed sweater. I put it on yesterday to take pictures, and then wore it out partying all night.
Ate a bunch of queso too, which is way better than … salad. Okay, I have to make a million presents now. GOODBYE.
HELLO, HERE IS ANOTHER POST ABOUT MY HOLIDAY PARTY LEGGINGS. Because they were all covered up by my giant Swan Lake tunic, and because I loved them more than I thought I would, and because things started getting weirder and weirder the more I posed in them, well … here you go …
Hey look, it’s my poet blouse! After wearing it practically every time I left my house over the summer, I decided to give it a rest, but when I pulled it out again for today’s shoot, I realized what a fool I’ve been. THIS IS A PERFECT BLOUSE. I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR IT.
Pants are good too. Super high waisted with inserts at the hips – which look a lot like football player pads, and which were very much not intended, but I had to do something when I realized the fabric had almost no stretch, and I had made them extra-tight, and the seams were literally popping apart as I wore them. HAWT.
I have legs. And I know how to use legs.
I do wish they were slightly less cropped, but they were never supposed to be regular pants. Maybe I’ll just put a seam there and add a little more to the length. I mean, what the hell, they already have weird hip gussets and they are GLITTERY AF. An extra seam at the bottom isn’t going to hurt anyone.
Speaking of, the glitter in this fabric is constantly shedding and leaving little piles on the floor wherever I go. So magical.
Definitely adding like three inches to those hems.
HELLO, I MADE A RIDICULOUS SWAN OUTFIT FOR MOLLY’S HOLIDAY PARTY. It was definitely too much, but also just the right amount, if you know what I mean. It was PERFECT at the unassuming Italian restaurant we went to beforehand.
Especially when we had to wait in the doorway for thirty minutes and my entire outfit got in literally every person’s way.
Not a professional ballerina.
But I did just teach myself how to apply liquid eyeliner.
The sparkle leggings were a last-minute decision, and even though I thought for sure they’d burst apart at some point (I over-estimated the stretch in the fabric), they relaxed into a perfect pair of glitter pants. New wardrobe staple.
The top is beige tulle, double-layered in the sleeves, with floral motifs cut from ivory and blush Chantilly laces, hand-stitched throughout. Exactly 120 circles of flocked, polka dotted tulle are gathered and layered along the bottom. Half of them fell out at the Italian restaurant, so I guess there are only like 60 now, or something.
Took my entire life, and I’ll prob never wear it again, but NBD.
That’s not true, I actually really like the top with jeans, so I guess I’ll be sewing all of them back on. Double-knots this time, braaah.
Avoiding tiny Italian restaurants, though.
The hat is a one-time-thing, but it looks good on my dresser.
I made it by weaving those cheap wire flowers you buy for wedding favors, but then added Swarovski and feathers, obvs.
HELLO, I’M KIND OF SAD TODAY, BUT I REALLY LIKE THIS SWEATER. I can’t believe this year is almost over. I can’t believe I still feel so aimless. I can’t believe we have three more years, and the first third also includes another insufferable royal wedding. I can’t believe this sweater is already my most treasured thing, and that I made it in a day. I can’t believe I made it at all, to be honest.
Can’t believe I couldn’t do better with the pictures, but I threw out my neck just from going to the hair salon, and I can barely move.
Can’t believe I have literally four other projects going right now, and I need to finish at least one of them by Saturday, but can’t decide which, so I’m finishing all four and then likely wearing something I already have in my closet. This sweater would look great over an evening gown, I think.
I LOVE IT. It’s made from ivory wool, which I grabbed for $5/yard at the textile outlet. I think I only used a yard, so this is a FIVE DOLLAR SWEATER. The fabric is felted on the reverse side, and is just the most insanely comfortable thing ever.
I’m terrified of ruining it.
The design is not my own – I straight lifted it from this Antonio Berardi heartbreaker, fringing the extra wide piping for a slight change. I don’t usually make literal copies.
But I don’t feel sad about it.
I hope you like this sweater too. No, I will not make you one. GOODBYE.