Bee Mine?

So, sometimes I think I'm living in the Truman Show.
Only, you know, it would be the Weatherly show, obviously.
But anyways, sometimes when I'm craving something, fashion-wise, I'll suddenly see it pop up in the fashion world, like a beacon of light.
And, okay, this could be due to my heightened awareness of that certain thing.
But I prefer to think of it as a magical sort of fashion karma: Think stylish and you will be rewarded.
Lately, I've been craving bees. It all started with this lovely cardigan that the adorable Emily, one of my biggest style crushes, bedecked with little brass bee buttons.


It just kills me.

So, I had bees on the brain, and lo and behold, what did I happen upon at Style.com?
That's right. Vogue likes bees too.
sigh.
I think my life is complete.
More bees-y things:

Bee Wings Brooch


Bee Place Cards


Birds and the Bees Ring


Bea Season Necklace


Honey Bee Necklace



Bee Kisses,
Weatherly

Knitting is the New Black

Just a quick post today, inspired by my recent window-shopping at Net-a-Porter.
So, as many of you may (or may not) know, I can knit.
I know, right, bring out the banners and cupcakes, girl can knit.
I'm not that good, but I do find it therapeutic, so I pull the sticks and yarn out every now and again just to calm down.
So, when I ran across Wool and the Gang on Net-A-Porter, I was kind of excited.
Not reallyreally excited, mind you, because knitting was cool long before Net-A-Porter was, but, you know, excited nonetheless. I mean, a company selling Knitting kits to fashionistas could only be good, right? There was a fuzzy vision of seeing Sartorialist shots of seeing Giovanna Battaglia sitting on a park bench purling away, or Aygness Deyn walking in Soho with brightly colored wool spilling out of her Balenciaga bag.
So, yeah, I was looking forward to it.
And, okay, I still am.
There's only one problem.
...
The kits?



Yeah... they start at $85.
Now, I'll be the first to tell you: knitting can get expensive. I mean, really expensive.
But $85? For a scarf? Holy crap.
And, okay, lots of fashionistas who shop Net-a-Porter (including the two ladies mentioned above) probably spend more than that on lunch. However, aren't we in a recession? Lots of us lowly plebians can't afford to spend $85 on a fall wardrobe, much less the materials to make one measly scarf.



Now, I'm not knocking Wool and the Gang. I mean, if they can make a living selling overpriced Hobby Lobby fare to the hip and trendy, more power to them. Hell, I'm jealous.
However, if you're like me and scoff at such unrecessionistas, I have a tip: skip Net-A-Porter. Joann's is your friend.

Anthro-holic

So... It's come to this. You might have noticed from the last post that I happen to have teensy affection for Anthropologie.
...
Okay, more like I want to have its babies.
Well, I've decided that hiding it will only be harmful to myself, so here it is: the Anthro post.
Things I reallyreallyreally want to eat... I mean, buy.
(But I won't, obviously. Because as lovely as Anthro is, I would much rather spend $50 on books than a headband.)

Scarf-Tied Oxfords


Pickford Cloche



Quizzical Sweater (why is it quizzical, exactly? It's a sweater not a math problem.)


Daily Dose Foldover Bag


I'm so ready for Fall :)

A Place of One's Own...

I'm moving into a dorm soon (I think I may have mentioned it... oh... a billion times.)
and I'm really excited about decorating. However, this is pretty much limited to picking twin-size bedding (I'm making a duvet cover, to avoid Target comforters), and posters (although I do have one real painting by my brother-in-law that I love and I hope will fit...)
I just can't wait until I have an apartment.
I know, that's strange I guess. I mean, I'm not really looking forward to paying for it (my scholarship covers my room at college), but I just want to buy a couch of my own, you know?
Anyways, until that happens I will amuse myself by finding things to fill my (imaginary) place. :) I think my style is sort of vintage romantic with a bit of oddity thrown in, for spice:
This bed is so lovely it hurts.


This gorgeous cabinet, via my the always-covetable Anthro


Cute little magazine holder, via Etsy shop Paperdollwoodshop


Brass mouse paper spike (these things always scare me a little, in a good way) via Etsy shop ImSoVintage


And finally, this amazing sofa via Anthro (again! I'm like their loveslave)

Living the Life Aerobic

Alright, I'll admit it: I am sedentary. I know- it's shameful. And slightly pathetic. See, I have taken dance (real, hardcore, ballet-taught-by-professional-ballerinas dance) for sixteen years. SIXTEEN. Yes, that would make it since I was two. And yet, instead of being svelte and ballerina-y I am... well, the opposite. That's because I don't really do anything. I mean, dance is over. (Just like high school). I might pick up classes again in the fall, (doubtful), but during the summer? Yep, I'm pretty much just chilling in front of my computer.


Sad? yes. Irreversible? no. I'm starting school in the fall, (erm... in about a month, actually.) And do you know what my school has?
A gym.
Yes, that most dreaded of places that can't make a chair-potato like myself seem ridiculously out-of-place and have me begging for the internet in a matter of minutes. It's sterile, it's hot, it's full of hard-bodied people I just know are giggling at my inability to figure out a lat press.
It's also where I'll be spending an hour every day when school starts.
I know. I KNOW. Everyone says they will be in the gym once a day. It's right up there with cleaning out my closet and learning how to cook French cuisine on the stuff-i-should-do-that-will-never-get-done. But here's the thing:
I have to. I have to be there an hour a day. One hour every day in the place that makes me nervy just thinking about it. Why?
My roommate.
Yes, that most annoying of all college traditions. The roommate. Of course, my roommate is a total doll and I love her to death.
But she likes the gym.
And she's declared me her gym buddy.
And, okay, I think I may have agreed sometime that this is a great idea.
But I was clearly deranged at the time.
It doesn't matter, though, because I am now accountable. I promised. And I now have to venture into the treadmill-infested waters of the gym.
So you, dear readers, are now subject to my gym-adventures. Of course, don't expect them regularly because I am nothing if not flaky. But I will be there, I assure you.
A promise is a tricksome bitch.

Crush

I have an absolute all-encompassing head-over-heels crush on Jonathan Reid Sevigny.
It would probably be even worse if I actually met him.












See what I mean?
More personal updates later, promisepromise.
-Comfits

stuck in a different era, vol. 1- The 70s

De-Cluttering for College

I'm off to college in a month or so, (for the first time... ahh), and I have a shortage of wearable everyday clothes. (A tragic result of wearing a uniform since sixth grade.) However, I have an overflowing closet. This is mostly crap I never wear that I've either been given as gifts or hand-me-downs, or I had to buy for a specific occasion and just never wore again.
My solution:
A major. wardrobe. overhaul. (dun dun dun)

I just spent all last night and most of this morning, (okay, I'm still not through... I'm taking a break), going through all of the clothes and trying them on in front of a full-length mirror. I made three stacks:
1)Keep- these clothes fit me great and I wear them often, and/or I will begin to wear them often, now that I can see them
2)Alter- These clothes are salvageable, but would be more wearable if I made minor alterations
3)Stash- These will probably not be clothes when I'm done with them, I don't wear them and they go into my fabric/craft stash for another day. (Mostly old t-shirts)
4)Toss-These clothes are just not okay. Either not a good material, bad (and unalterable) fit, or have a fabric that can't be dyed. I put these in a stack for various family members/friends to pick out of, then give the rest to Goodwill.

My Alter pile (ha- that sounds like I'm worshiping it...) is broken up into a few different categories:
1) To Dye
These clothes fit fine, but the color is off (for instance, I have about 4 kazillion pairs of khaki bermudas from public school days...) I put them all in my to-dye pile, and I've gone through and decided what color to make which. (You don't have to decide all at once, of course... I keep a running list of clothes that I want, so I just consulted that. One pair will for sure be black.) After I've separated them into colors I know I want, I put them each in bags with only that color, so I'll know how much dye to buy, and put the rest into a big bag to be decided on later.
2) To Embellish
This is a fairly small pile, for me, made up of things that fit well but for some reason don't get a lot of wear. For instance- I have a brown cardigan that's a perfect fit, but I'm not in love with it. I'll pick some pretty ribbon to sew down the front and ta da! A new sweater! Or: I have two black cardigans. (Why? I don't know... ha) I'll put the one that fits best as-is into my closet and the other will get a ribbon/button/sleeve makeover to become something unique Grin
3) To Fix-
This is the largest pile, since I seem to collect broken clothes like stray dogs. This pile is full of pants that need patching/hemming, dresses with split seams, hoodies that are too big, buttonless button downs, and the rest of the fashion orphans that hang out in the seedier parts of my closet.
This stack takes the longest to go through, but usually gives the biggest rewards. (That pair of flare jeans that are so middle school it hurts? With two seams up the legs, they become cool-kid skinnies, that I then threw in the dye-black bag to lend a bit of Audrey-esque chic. That purple corduroy blazer with the horrid breast pockets? Seam ripped, shortened, and dyed a more palatable aubergine it becomes a cool jacket for jeans.)
It is much easier to get through this pile with a plan, believe me. Try taking it in chunks of four items, making plans and altering those items before moving onto the others. Make a list of ideas for what you want to do to the clothes, then start on the items you're most excited about. Be fearless! You weren't wearing this crap anyways! If you mess up, who cares? Chalk it up to a learning experience and move on.
If anything you make ends up still being pushed to the back of the closet: Goodwill it is. I mean, really, third chances are for saps.
Of course, this sounds easy, but it could take a while. Don't be frustrated if you can't finish it all in one weekend! I would suggest that after the first major one, do a wardrobe purge about once a month, to keep things under control. I've heard that some women throw one thing away every time they buy something... but that sounds painful. For me, this works much better and it's like getting tons of new clothes for nothing!