I was browsing around Lena Corwin‘s blog today and was excited to discover a designer friend of hers, Canadian textile designer, Virginia Johnson. Like Lena, Virginia’s talent lies in producing simple, yet colorful and beautiful prints. Virginia paints her prints using watercolors, which are then silkscreened onto a range of fabrics from light-weight cotton to merino wool. I especially love her shawls and bags.
Yesterday evening I stepped outside to take the dog for a walk and I had a lovely moment of peacefulness: the cool air rolling in very slowly, the piano playing neighbors filling the neighborhood with soul, the fallen, soggy red and orange leaves sticking to the parked cars, and the street lamps casting warm shadows on the sidewalk… It’s almost wrapping up time here. Almost…
Well, I’m back from my trip to cold, rainy Yorkshire and now nursing my poor English cold. But it’s okay, due to lack of company funding, I conveniently just got asked to work from home, part time. Now I can work a little, sniffle a little and blog a little! Sure I’ll have to find some extra work eventually, but for now this works for me.
Back to my trip… while small English towns generally don’t reveal the most inspiring fashion (pink Uggs and fur sleeve cuffs), I did manage to find some inspiring rainbows and ladybugs.
I’m about to make a mind (or nose) numbing weather switch from the Middle East’s 93 degrees to Northern England’s 40-50 degrees, and I can’t even fathom coats and tights and rain gear right now. I’ve been rummaging through my winter drawers and it’s looking quite bleak. I have these new, white-ish booties and some colorful tights but I’m afraid to say, it doesn’t get more exciting than that. Time to get creative… here’s to working (mostly) with what you’ve got!
An attire fit for a Yorkshire Dales frolic:
On Thursday morning I’ll be hopping on a flight to London. A four hour northern train ride later, I’ll be reunited with my family at home in Yorkshire. Once there, we will be commemorating the life of my amazing grandma Hilda. Not only was Hilda an influential peace activist (she attended the Peace Conference where Picasso stood up and sketched a dove and declared it would be the sign for peace), but during WWII she helped free German Jews from British Internment camps (meant for Nazi’s not Jews) in Australia, and housed several Jewish families at her home in England. I’m proud of my late, grandma Hilda and hope that I can do something worthy in my lifetime.
I, by no means, am feeling any sort of holiday spirit where I am, but this Urban holiday lookbook, courtesy of Refinery29, had me singing Christmas carols like a chorus champ. I want to dance around to the Nutcracker, wearing sparkly necklaces and silk, zebra printed smoking jackets. Weeeeee…
I’m not a bracelet wearer. Frankly, my wrist is just too small for anything to ever stay on it. When I was in my late teens, my sister made me a beaded bracelet. It wasn’t all perfectly beaded with wooden beads, instead, it was a mish mosh of sparkly gems and silver balls. It was a disorganized disco party, specially designed for my teeny tiny, happy wrist. Besides this custom made sparkle fest, my wrist never successfully embraced other bracelets such as the impossible bangle. But today I found this curled, gold leaf, wrist wrap. If it didn’t cost almost $2000, it could have maybe been just be the bracelet to break my bare armed streak.
I’m loving the simple, classy, yet unique silhouettes of Lyell’s Fall 09 collection. Traditional silks, tweeds, velvets and wool are intertwined with one another to balance out a protective and cozy, yet bulkless combo.