My Life's Passions

After devoting my entire childhood and much of my adult life to gymnastics, I'm happy to report that Karl thinks it's cool.

Finally.  

Gymnastics and Couture for Spring 2012.

A (Pony) Tale of Bad Hair

I've hosted more bad haircuts than I can stomach admitting. I mean. Seriously. Bangs? My forehead is 2 inches tall. Blonde. Blonde?!  No. Just, NO. The ripe ole age of 27 has been the realization year for me. You know the one. It finally clicks that you just cannot pull off certain colors, hairstyles, etc. Is it maturity? Or giving up? Conceding to your genetics. Science has won, I will not be an editorial goddess. Either way, I'm happy it occured to me to just stop trying to make yellow work and embrace my mouse brown hair and death pallor. I've stopped forcing the thigh high boot. Chubby legs do not a sexy silhouette make.

Work what your mama gave you. Or something. 

Or just wear black and grey and cover yourself in jewels.

Enjoy the photos of the hairstyles I would have tried in the past, and now know how disgusting I would look sporting them. Yes, sporting.

These ladies are all muses, known for their hair. I'm going to leave that to them and rock my sad/I'm growing out my pixie cut, ponytail. 

And I'm OK with that. 

One Woman's Trash...

You'll have to pardon my creative hiatus.  All of my most recent efforts have been applied to convincing my husband to sell our exorbitant television. I have very few precious square feet in my NYC mansion shoebox and I'm really frigging tired of losing it to that man toy.

But, I digress.

Let's talk about clothes and jewels, y'all!

I don't count myself as one of those ladies who are die hard 'Sex and the City' fans, but I can appreciate Carrie's self deprecation and expansive wardrobe. Most importantly, punctuated by her amazeballs accessories. One episode, specifically, spoke to me. Carrie made some comment that alluded to the fact that she needed the 'perfect $5 dress, to go with her $400 shoes.'

Helloooooooooo, life's work.

Bergdorf's SALE started yesterday and I've chained myself to my desk. I am determined to find my frugality again. Here's to waaaaaaay more $5 dresses and a few one less pair of $400 shoes. ON ANOTHER NOTE...that just goes to show you how long Sex and the City has been off the air.

Who the hell can find a pair of shoes for $400, anymore?

Texans: An Oil and Jewelry Tale

I thought it was finally time I let you all in on some personal biz and maybe peep you a look of my closet. It's pretty killer, as I am very wealthy, as evident by my thrift store foraging.

Sike.

I'm still in Texas, Jemma Wynne-ing at life and hawking our sweet jewels to oil heiresses.

Home Sweet NYC Tomorrow!

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Sell Jewels

I've been traveling a lot lately. You can currently find me in Texas, hosting a Jemma Wynne trunk show at Cathy Eastham. If you are in Midland, Texas and don't come by...you are dead to me. Stay tuned for a much more impressive post when I return to NYC.

 For the time being, I'm going to get in the Midland state of mind and watch Friday Night Lights and dream about jewels and Tim Riggins. And Tim Riggings my husband, John, buying me jewels.

In other news, the 'salad' I ordered was a sprig of lettuce...COVERED IN CHEESE.

ok...

Everything is bigger in Texas. Now we know that applies to the vegetation:dairy ratio in salads.

Goodnight Y'all! Texas Forever.

Thrifting: The Impoverishing Adventure

Thrifitng is always necessary because I am poor a fun way for me to fill an afternoon and, generally, provoked by the fact that some coveted piece has sold out and I must find a suitable replacement. God knows, by the time J.Crew the store replenishes the item, I won't want it anyways. Generally, I wind up with a vintage piece, at a very low price, which fills the void quite nicely...until the next obsession comes along and consumes my brain. 

I know addicts with less compulsive tendencies. 

JK. I don't hang out with addicts compulsive people.

SOLD OUT!

YOU'LL SUFFICE, YOU BEAUTY, YOU.

SOLD THE EFF OUT!

These fit the bill, better than the original covet. $7

images via j.crew and yours truly

In my experience, good things come to those who can't wait.

Impatience, that's the virtue. 

Except if you are waiting for Celine, because that shit is forever.

Chan(n)el Your Energy

I'm blogging for the sake of blogging, but, in truth, my energies are solely focused on going to Paris.

 And sitting on Le Seine.  And eating croissant.  And buying things.  At Bon Marche.  Carrying my Celine bag.  Drinking a(nother) cafe creme.  Having a drink at the Hemingway Bar. 

 Looking effortlessly Parisienne.  Tousled Hair/Lipstick.

Au revoir.

Adore/Abhor

My volatile taste is my biggest downfall. I will save and save for some coveted morsel, only to have it arrive to an overly discerning Meaghan. This had resulted in many lucky Manhattanites scoring never-worn duds at the cost of the sales tax I had just paid Bergdorf for it.

My newest inspiration comes from a compilation of 3 ladies, each flaunting a standout piece that I would have styled vastly different.  Possibly uglier, yet still differently.

Behold, my perfect outfit. Well, today's perfect outfit.

God only knows if I'll hate it tomorrow.

Her Celine pants....

PLUS

Jenny's Zara bouse....

PLUS

This Chloe Paratay bag....

Add any of these ankle grazing lovers....

images va streetpeeper and sea of shoes

Boom.

It's The Expensive Things...

Jemma Wynne is my obsession (good), my inspiration as far as clothing is faltering (bad). My mother and I will be doing some harm at Barney's this weekend, to make up for my unfortunate attempt at shopping in Raleigh last weekend, so an outfit post with occur soon. For those who ask, I cut my head off of those posts on purpose, as I am still growing out my pixie cut disastrous decision from last winter. Please consider the following photos as great things that have happened to me lately, whilst I muster the initiative to put on something other than a sweater and baggy jeans in the morning.

Mazel, babies.

My current favorite arm affair.

 These make my sweats look fancy

Finally found this Celine bag. It makes my sweats look like I just robbed a well-dressed lady.

This didn't actually happen to me, so much as I just tried it on at work.

I found these Theory leather trousers on ebay. Winning.

Holy Matri-money

Since it was shoved in my face via every media outlet on the planet brought to my attention that a couple of idiots who got married 72 days ago are getting divorced, it got my wheels churning. Now, any normal human would be curious as to 'why?' or 'what happened?', to cause such an abrupt break-up. I don't care why they are breaking up, but tell me...

What Happens to That Ring?!

I'm positive a certain A-List jewelry designer will be wanting that puppy back, considering the over-sized cabbage patch doll KK married, probably didn't pay for it in the first place. Keep your eyes peeled for the auction, sponsored by Ryan Seacrest.

In the spirit of excess, allow me to sprinkle some sparkle on your Tuesday and offer some alternate suggestions for ways to spend $2M on jewelry, brought to you by the Olsen twins.

 Ladies, a diamond may be forever, but a Kardashian wedding never will be. 

xoxo

Trunk Show Update: Jemma Wynne takes Atlanta!

See everyone in Atlanta on Thursday from 10-7 at Etc East! Come see me, Steph, and some badass new baubles.  Seriously, new. Like, we added pieces to the collection today, new.

PS.....

Jemma Wynne was featured in November's Harper's Bazaar! 

Now, I'm going to shove some harem pants and uncomfortable shoes in a beautiful, if not horribly impractical, vintage Vuitton carry-on.

Peace out, NYC!

Sparkle and Fade

via street peeper

What better way to make this silk, printed pants more appealing? 

Add some glam on top with a sequined tank. I mean, she looks happy, right?

Next time I want to look like I escaped from an insanc asylum wear my pajamas in public, I'm doing it.  

Ms. Minelli on top, Mr. Miyagi, down below.

Home is Where the Haute Is

Growing up, I watched my mother spend frivolously on her home decor... to the point where our attic, filled with her superfluous finds, rivaled that of an interior design showroom.

  I thought this was silly, as I had convinced myself that my future husband's fortune would only be spent decorating my body, not my boudoir.

15 years later, I'm an interior design junkie.

I never imagined I would put as much effort into my home as Barb did, but here I am.  It still boggles my mind that I have any clients, as I run around this city looking suspiciously like the homeless kids with dogs on St. Marks. Not my apartment.  It's my immaculate, style-baby, fashion den of glamour and luxury.

 I'm biased.

I love it. My closet suffers because of it and I don't care. Nowadays, I wear a v-neck t-shirt, jeans, and ankle boots and cover myself in diamonds and Jemma Wynne tourmalines to make up for the filthy outfits*. 

See, everyone wins.

Enjoy my current interior inspirations, below. It's Nanette Lepore's town home in NYC.

*Note to my actual clients...I use self deprecating humor to attempt to coerce people into reading this blog.  I am actually qualified to tend to your clothing/jewelry needs. Thanks in advance.

Don't Ever Let Anyone Steal Your Sparkle

I can't say enough about what some glam can do for your mood. We can't all be Kate Moss or Abby Lee, or even get our hands on a McQueen minaudiere or Jemma Wynne jewels. What we can do is make sure to add a little glam to our lives, everyday. The days when I am the most tired, I dress better. My face may look sad, but damned if I'm not swathed in my finest. 

My friend Laura's son announced to her this morning that he was 'in a bad mood because he hated his outfit.' 

Thanks, Hayden, a little boy after my own heart.

What makes you sparkle these days? I'm sporting these babies.

Furry Necks, Happy Souls

On my most recent jaunt to...sike. Did you think I was going to tell you wear I thrift? Muwahahaha. No.

In any case, I found a beaver fur collar that some old lady had discarded, along with her piles of Dior suits that she had already been seen in once before, to my sacred thrifting palace. It is an absolute gold mine for designer suits. I mean, no I'm not wearing that skirt suit ensemble, but I'll wear the shit out of the jacket with some disgusting men's jeans/slutty leather pants, to balance the sweetness. For those of you who don't know me, I dress to avoid looking sweet. I don't know why, but it's worked so far.

The collar. 

I bought it. Sewed it to a mexican blanket. Hurled my new creation over my shoulders and off I went. Success! 

boom.

Be Amazing

I couldn't have said it better myself. After the week I've had, I'm going to spend my Saturday doing just that. There is some thrifting in my future, so stay tuned for an outfit post tomorrow.

Happy Saturday y'all. I hope it's amazing. 

xo, Meaghan

NYFW: High and Low

These photos were both taken at various fashion weeks last month. The main differences are, one makes me want to die and one makes me delighted. 

Can you guess which is which?

This is Niki Minaj sitting front row, next to Ms.Wintour at Carolina Herrera.

This is Mr. Lagerfeld's winter wonderland. You see that goddess in the clamshell? Its Florence Welch, singing a little diddy for the models to walk to.  

swoon.

See? That was easy. Have a happy Tuesday and, remember, leggings are not pants.

xo

I think Freud has a theory about this...

Whilst perusing pics from Fashion Month,  I came across this dapper Parisien (I can spell, that's French, y'all), wearing a similar ensemble to my outfit yesterday.



Femininity Fail.

via The Sartorialist

Style Recycle: First Edition

I have enough of these little treats to last for a straight month of posts, but I will spread them out sporadically, so that you continue to read this blog for your enjoyment.  Since I am so poor crafty, I take many pieces of my wardrobe that I'm tired of and make them something I am willing to wear. Everyone has items that make them question their ability to purchase clothing, but waste not.

Follow my lead, pals.

1)

This old, leather Vince car coat (well, it's sleeves)

+     2)These cropped AG boyfriend jeans

                                                                         DRUMROLL                                           

New Jeans with leather legs! Boom. Take that, Celine.

They are awesome. They also prove my calves are the same size as my biceps. I have yet to decide whether that is pathetic or desirable. 

Shout out to John for these crummy pictures. Since I won't be crafting myself a camera anytime soon, y'all will have to deal with this subpar nightmare.

A big Mazel to all my lovelies who are holiday-ing this weekend xoxo

M