Damn you, Anthropolgie*.
And your unspoilt, aloof models casually lounging on the perfectly worn arms and patterned fabrics of antique chairs. How dare you make trouser pants and chunky heels with ankle socks look so easy. And, as my perceptive friend T commented “You know you are skinny when you can look good modeling while sitting down”. Post-baby tummy fat rolls take note.
Just went I’m all ramped up about The Story of Stuff, and simplifying, and being a quasi-Compactor in 2008, this arrives in the mail in all its vintage, shabby chic, circa 1920’s Ivy-League/farmhouse/romantic glory.
I have now managed to slowly study the beautiful layout and images of each page each time I down some Trader Joe’s dark chocolate truffles (read: often). I even wrangled Jason long enough to give him peeks and ramble on about my ideas to mix modern and retro-shabby (I never thought I’d admit that). The good man he is, he entertained those ideas and even squeaked out a few words of agreement.
And while the whimsical and ruffled frocks are certainly drool-worthy and quite thankfully a few dozen Jackson’s out of my budget (first person to buy me this wins BFF award), I’m more consumed with the exquisite re-use of vintage finds and “useable art”. Can you spot the ingenious use of old metal flyswatters, bowling pins, shoe forms, and empty wooden frames?
And shouldn’t every girl be so lucky to have stacks of enchanting, cottage-like linens in their guest rooms and red leather pumps sprouting from their garden?
But oh, how I love you for your use of the word “wonky” in describing a skirt on page three.
**Anthro-apologies are in order for any design freak or clothing lover who had not previously been exposed to this line.