On yet another thrifting adventure, I found this sweet little cheongsam-inspired dress. I liked the colors, the fabric, and the details, but the dress itself was too long--not long enough to be a gown, but long enough to look matronly. Y'all know I don't do matronly.
So, I took it to Nobby's, a family-owned custom tailoring shop that's been in downtown Cincinnati for over 50 years. As soon as I walk in the door, the tailor
Some days it can be difficult to put an outfit together--especially since I usually roll out of bed an hour before I'm supposed to be at the office. On those days, when I'm stumbling around in the dark in a semi-coherent sleep haze, a dress is my best option.
But how do you add interest when you only have one piece to work with?
Personally, I like to add pieces of various colors and textures: a striped
One resolution down, 282 to go!
So, this year, one of my resolutions was to organize my closet(s). I've made this resolution almost every year since I was 9. I won't say exactly how many years that makes it, but know that it is a sufficient number.
I decided to organize in sections--you know, a place for everything etc., etc. Here goes:
1. Belts and long necklaces. Hanging on the wall to save space. I have at
January 2, 2009
In
Personal Style, Work
By
tamia
No, not that type of green, although conservation is a worthy endeavor in which we should all take interest!
I'm talking about the color green, which hasn't been publicly appreciated since Kermit sang about it's virtues. If you have skin with orange or yellow undertones (and according to cosmetics companies, this covers approximately 60% of the US population), green can work for you!
Personally, I like green because it adds color without being too obvious--it's bright and
December 30, 2008
In
Casual, Personal Style
By
tamia
It had the nerve to be 70 degrees (yes, Fahrenheit. I know) here in Cincinnati this weekend. I decided to take advantage of this (rare!) good fortune and fulfill my semi-urban cowgirl needs by pulling out the ol' Dingo boots.
Ah, the Dingos. I found them as I was casually strolling* through a local Goodwill and spent a good seven minutes tugging, pulling, and grunting muffled cursewords trying to fit my apparently gargantuan feet into these
