chanelesque (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chanelesque) wrote,@ 2008-06-22 23:38:00 |
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| Entry tags: | bejewelled, sew a needle pulling thread, style diary |
095 twice in a blue moon
18 May 2008— my mother is a sewingmeister and i am now her apprentice. in spite of the fact that during home econs seven years ago, i had proven to be a terrible disaster before the sewing machine, i have now put aside my former hatred as well as overcome certain fears of not being able to sew in a straight line, all for the rewards of being able to translate dreamwear into reality. there is nothing like determination (and an excellent teacher) that champions the impossibilities. i sew like a snail, but then, slow and steady wins the race :)
blue & silver striped frock with a double layered skirt - self made
cotton tote "ed pemberley's trucks and trains" - Rootote
silver ribbon tied around finger like a ring - saved from gift wrappers
white criss cross jellies - Boon Lay Pasar Malam
the dress is reminiscent of the stuff little girls wear, with its gathered puffy skirt as well as an underskirt that peeks out at the bottom. i have, with the guidance of my mother, painstakingly aligned the stripes across and around the dress. while the bodice has horizontal stripes, the skirt bears vertical stripes over an under layer of yet again, horizontal lines.
front: boat neckline; and back of dress: dipping wide V.
fabric: shimmery silver lines against a background of blue,
bestowing on the frock a nautical feel.
back view, front view, and side when worn.
an icecream van, trains transporting wagons of milk, pine trees, and coal, a horse-drawn trolley, and ah, a pickup with pigs on board. look, a passenger is waving at us :) he says, hello, how are you? i am terribly lucky, aren't i, to be able to ride into marina square on a horse. neighhhhhh.
illustrated on the back of my cotton tote are a series of pictures and instructions teaching you how to draw. and yes, the aforementioned horse-drawn trolley is at the bottom right. do you see the waving passenger? he has lots more to tell you. i'll leave it to next time, if you two ever meet. he will be delighted.
sufficiently doused with a childish playfulness, i looked around in my accessories box for a cute ring to match my mood. images of this picture
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glitterbella once posted on her blog flashed across my mind. quick as lightning, i found my silver ribbon and looped it around the middle joint of my fourth finger like a present.. there! this is today's silly but cute accessory :)in the mood for country folklore
24 May 2008— "and away she went up the garden path, her skirts whisking fiercely over the edges of the border in an angry explosion of colours and patterns."
i have never been one to be particularly fond of the boho, provencal folk style, as i aspire to define elegance in my dressing, and bohemian/country style has never before struck me as elegant. lately, however, this has changed, and i have come to realise that elegance is as much an attitude and poise as it is a piece of clothing. besides, is there not something very graceful in the way a woman is obliged to move in a long skirt, hitching the folds up as she glides up and down the stairs, or even perhaps, the way a floor sweeping skirt rustles against the legs and sails across the ground? my boyfriend loves to see me dressed like this, and for now, i am a convert.
white fitting basic - Mango sale
floor sweeping folk inspired skirt - passed down from fourth aunt
black slouchy bag - mum's
tribal necklace - passed down from mum
white sandals - Neckerman
alternative shot, same pose here.
i am eating Auntie Anne's pretzels only because the blue and white packet matches my outfit.. :)
this skirt is all crumpled up, just the way it should be. doubtless it will be easy to bundle the skirt up and pack it into your suitcase for a holiday, though it probably may not be quite as fuss-free when you move around clad in such a long skirt. i nearly tripped and fell a couple of times because i forgot to lift my skirt up while climbing the stairs.
a bit of east meets west; marrying french provencal folk style with an ethnic tribal necklace. i usually prefer to leave my neck bare (because silky bare necks are downright sexy). today i decided to take a chance and hung this statement-making piece around my neck. it turned out to be the right decision to make.
