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 UP IN HEEERE.
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 JUST COMPLETED TWO SUMMER VACATIONS, A COUPLE OF CRAZY DEADLINES, A WEEKEND AT PITCHFORK AND A BUNCH OF ‘WARDROBE MYSELF’ SEWING. Apologies for the delay. I’ve been dying to share these new pieces, but it can take literally all day for me to photograph, edit and write these posts – primarily because I have not one single clue how this fucking camera works, despite having owned it for something like seven years – and I also need an empty house, for obvious reasons (vanity). But, I’ve got a few new items, and hopefully I’ll be able to crank out some new content in the coming weeks.
HAVE I WON YOU BACK?
On a recent trip to the higher-end fabric store in town, I spotted shelves of crazy, crocheted curtain fabrics marked down to $1/yard. This stuff is literally meant to be cut and hung on a cafe curtain rod – no sewing required – and it’s almost always got hearts and cottages and windmills woven into the patterns. I dug through the bolts and found one that had the predictable country motif (i.e. trees and clouds and birds), but saw that if I manipulated the fabric just so … the pattern was completely transformed.
I quickly stitched up a top and skirt, both unlined and open in front – I guess to keep the fabric from looking too young. It can obviously be worn over a slip, but also over a brief and bra, or a bathing suit – I’ve worn the top a few times over my poet blouse, which fit really well and looked great.
My attempts at getting a shot of the top on its own were unsuccessful.
HELLO I MADE A POET BLOUSE. Is there anything sexier than a ridiculous amount of fabric, like definitely way too much fabric, draped over your body and billowing all around you?
You: “Um …?”
It’s sexy because it’s so perfectly easy, and it’s also straight out of an old English novel, full of romance and vicars and scandal. Can’t you just see some gorgeous, socially frustrated man with curling tendrils, ripping this from my shoulders in a fit of wild passion?
With special details like tiny rows of shirring to shape the sleeves, and a draped, detached cowl at the back, and an insanely soft, liquid-y rayon fabric, I feel easy and confident and loved and like a goddamned fascinating poet. Invite me to your dinner parties.
I also embroidered a tiny pale blue “V” next to a covered button on the silk wristband. Fucking sexpot over here.
Roses are red, violets are blue
P.S. this blouse is basically see-through. GOODBYE.