The first cut is the deepest but not the easiest. So I found at Andrea Moore when invited to customize her new denim.
Taking a pair of scissors to $250 jeans is not something I do lightly. However once I got started it was quite addictive.
Fast forward two hours of sandpaper, scissors and a handy safety pin spot of DIY and my jeans are ready to take on the world!
Thanks Andrea Moore team x
Dancing alone in my room to Hot in the City is an enduring teenage memory of mine. I wanted to be one of the backup singers/dancers in Billy Idol’s music video. Sassy, sultry and stylish they had simple synchronized dance moves that they executed with perfection. I must have watched that video hundreds of times. Billy rides a motorcycle, wears a lot of leather, studs and chains. He prances around pouting with his top off. What’s not to love?
Of course Hot in the City was one song that Billy Idol did not perform in Wellington last night so I did not get the chance to impress the crowd (embarrass myself) with my impression of his back up singers/dancers. and really I’m more relieved than disappointed.
The rockers in the audience had a few more greys in their hair than they did when they first listened to Billy idol (probably on their record players) however they had lost none of their passion for partying.
Cheap Trick performed ahead of Billy. They called themselves ‘the greatest rock band in the world’ and insulted my eardrums further with their lack of ability to adjust their sound levels to match the venue. Much of their music was little more than muffled noise and I was worried that this was a sign of things to come. It wasn’t. I used their stage time as a toilet break and a chance to catch up with friends.
When Billy took to the stage the crowd went wild! That trademark platinum hair and rock star stance were live on stage in front of us! He brought his Hot in the City persona to life with leather, studs, chains and no shirt for most of the night.
Idol performed most of his classics (bar Hot in the city) and now everytime I hear Flesh for Fantasy I will remember him taking his top off to reveal rock hard abs! (For which we can all thank his commitment to Pilates and TRX).
His voice was powerful, his presence kickass and his abs rock hard. He seemed to be at his peak perhaps because, as he says, he’s “clean and mostly sober.” At 59 with his rock star energy and toned physique he is nothing short of an inspiration.
Thank you for being hot in my city Billy Idol!
Chocolates and flowers are nice but real chicks prefer chickens for Valentine’s Day.
I’m all for customizing fashion to make it your own.
My cat has decided to get in on the DIY act and he has thoughtfully & skillfully customised my favourite vintage sequin bow sweater for me.
Does that make it Cature not couture?
Tonight I presented a Summer Style Workshop to an enthusiastic and excited room of professional people.
I had a rack of colorful, textural, patterned garments chosen for their boldness. My job is to introduce the trends as they are and I aim to demonstrate them in pieces of clothing that are wearable and yet not the norm.
Fashion needs to advance, we can’t do that by staying the same. It’s called ‘fashion forward’ not ‘fashion mundane’ lol!
I need to select items that challenge people to stretch, to evolve. To take risks. Fashion is risk.
Good news for me that the people I presented tonight were professional, poised and powerful. I can tell that in the coming week and beyond they are going to be ‘leaning in’ and taking risks in their wardrobes.
Thanks to Decjuba, Portmans and Identity who trust me with their precious pieces of clothing fabulousness and thanks to the beautiful women who came along and played dress-up with me.
I must have been gardening pretty hard out today because I broke my old faithful trowel.
The handle snapped clean off.
That was the end of my time in the garden for the foreseeable future.
I came inside and husband and I had dinner and then we exchanged gifts for our anniversary. He handed me my present and I was pretty sure from the shape of it that it was a piece of clothing. (Ok more like ‘hopeful’)
I unwrapped the silver wrapping and found bubble wrap covering something heavy. I tore into the bubble wrap to find two stunning gardening trowels. Both with solid oak wooden handles and stainless steel heads. Talk about quality and simplicity. They were beautiful!
Then I realized:
Husband had given me a new hand trowel and the transplanting trowel on the very same day that I broke mine. #squee
What a guy!
They look even better with dirt on them: