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