Thirty one days of holiday hoopla kick off tomorrow, and the true meaning behind what we’re celebrating can easily get lost amidst the shopping, working, wrapping, partying, traveling, stressing. But before that happens, or hopefully doesn’t, let’s take a moment to talk about the fashion phenomenon of faux fur. It’s EVERYWHERE. And for good reason. It’s the best of cozy…without the cruelty. I have to say I truly didn’t want to take this coat off once I had it on. Call me weird, but I’d sleep in it if I could. Or at least sneak a nap!
Suit Du Jour
It might be hot as heck, but Fall is a coming! I spotted this jacket/pants combo on a stroll through H & M and had to have it. I surprised myself by how much I embraced the idea of wearing a pant suit, but I also saw so many possibilities for each piece on their own. It’s actually a bit of a relief to feel pulled together without much effort, because as much as I love fashion (and I do!), it’s not the epicenter of my life. Nor should it be.
Get Your Gingham On!
I will be the first to admit I thought this combo was, well, maybe just a bit too much. But…I love it! In case you’ve missed it, gingham is having a moment. As in you need some. Stat. I personally am a sucker for fabrics and patterns that remind me of my girlhood and my Mom’s awesome sewing prowess. We wanted a dress….she whipped it up. Even for our Barbies! Sadly, I lack her skills but think of her every time I put together something “smashing.”
Old is the new New
I grew up in a classic PreWar apartment on Washington Square Park. Its black and white tile bathrooms with massive tubs still looked Pottery Barn cool when my Father died this past August. Chris grew up in a Turn-of-the-Century Colonial in Scarsdale, NY, which his parents meticulously restored over the many years they lived there. So while sometimes a “Gut Reno” is called for, preservation has its place too.
Fall 2016: Cozy Cabin Chic
We have a log cabin nestled on 101 mountain acres in the Adirondacks. Dream come true? You bet ya. My husband Chris has been hiking up there since he was 16. I think it was on our second date that he suggested we go up and climb a 46er. Flash forward a few months later to a rainy, cold, almost gale like October, and we were on the way up Gothics — aka pretty damn scary. Chalk it up to being fit, foolish, feisty and 20-something but climb my first 46er I did. And after a hot shower and some craft beer, I fell in love with this most magical spot in the world. We’ve never looked back. Though we’ve kept our Keene Valley Real Estate agents busy for years…and years…as we searched for the perfect property.