Showing posts with label Stylist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stylist. Show all posts

October 13, 2011

Style Guides for Your Tribes

When I came home from attending Blogher in America,  I realised how shit I was at all things computery.  So I have set myself a challenge to try and learn something new every week.  Last week I scanned a document.

This week I have chosen to become obsessed with Polyvore,  a website that lets YOU be the stylist.  And obsessed I am!  I started to play around with some "sets" (fancy word for composition) and came up with some style guides for busy mums,  based on where you might live. If you live in Sydney.

NORTH SHORE MUM
BOGAN MUM
EASTERN SUBURBS MUM
and because I really never know when to stop,  I came up with a few more!

CARNIE MUM
"WORKING" MUM
BATSHIT BONKERS MUM
NUDIE MUM
I hope you find these style guides helpful.
What kind of MUM are you?

October 05, 2011

Hungry Bums and a Fashion Faux Pas



Leggings were invented in the 1970’s in the USA by an illegal sweatshop worker in Illinois as a garment to assist his heavy set wife in the prevention of chafe.  Harry Leggins (pronounced locally as Hairy) concurred that a tight fitting pair of long length elasticised tights without the obstruction of feet would render him a better chance at getting some sack action after his wife had done her Jazzercise.

Years and years later,  leggings are still around.  We have seen some tremendous advances in with design and materials as well as different ways to wear what has now become a wardrobe staple to many mums in their thirties and forties. As well as pre-pubescent girls.

It was only a few weeks ago,  I was standing with my father in law Dr Woog at the kids school waiting to collect them, when I noticed a yummy mummy wearing pale grey leggings.  With a t-shirt.  Her derriere was obviously STARVING.  I turned to Dr Woog and suggested she might as well take her whole bottom half off,  but he did not seem to be as offended by it.

Then a divine friend called me this morning with a quick question.  What could she wear her leggings with?  We spoke at length about length and concluded that leggings could be worn with a dress or a long line tunic. 

Now I am not a fashioner,  but I once went to a styling session where the “stylist” said that a ladies wardrobe should be based around two staples.  A bolero jacket and an elasticated belt.  And that just did not sound right to me,  so I am confident I can share my style tips with my mate.

I have 2 pairs of leggings.  A black pair and a charcoal pair.  Although I have never worn the charcoal pair as I think my charcoal tracksuit pants may get hurt feelings.  

Some days just for fun,  I will stand at the front door dressed in my leggings and bra,  jingling the car keys and yelling to the kids that we are ready to go to school….  The look on their faces NEVER GETS OLD
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So in conclusion,  go forth and wear  your leggings with pride.  With a dress or a tunic.

But never, EVER as pants.


September 01, 2011

The Very Hungry Mummy Blogger

Last week I went shopping and tried on this dress at Country Road.  It felt great,  fit fine and I loved the pattern.  Then I stepped out of the change room and stood in front of the mirror.  My mates looked at me  and each other, waiting to see who would speak first.

I broke.  But it was not with speech.  It was with squeals of laughter.  Even the shop assistant kind of laughed.  And the only thing I could think of was this.......
I was not a beautiful butterfly!

It reminded me of a couple of years ago when I was given a styling session with a pretty young thing in Surry Hills.  She was one of those consultants who takes all your measurements,  right down to the size of your earlobes, sticks them all in a computer and presses enter.  Then it spits out a report.  I suspect mine read FAIL. She also suggested colours that suited me best.  Which was really helpful. If I wanted to be a Brownie. Would you like beige with your ecru?


I recently found the large folder which pointed out all the styles I needed to avoid,  which included pretty much every garment you could think of.  I was particularly advised to stay away from unitards and boob tubes.  I asked the style girl whether I was meant to get around as nature intended.  She was not quite sure how to take my at the end of the consultation,  and I swear I could hear her breathe a sigh of relief when I left her studio.

I would rather go naked than wear a unitard anyway,  particularly if it is brown.

Fashion. Friend or Foe?
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