Just so happens Emma is down under for a semester and may need a manual to reference in case her PREPdar isn't picking up it's signal from home. So, buckle up mates cuz Ali didn't take her task lightly...
Well, it WAS a dark-n-stormy night, and NO, just to confirm, you are not flashing back to that time you perused the shelves of the sticky, pulp fiction novels at a dreary, used book store.
Last week, in a "paperless", but rather snappily adorned invite, I sent Alice the following missive...
And come a knockin' she did.
In fact, within minutes, there she was.
Dear Ali, she wrote, Hmmmmmmm.....15 hour non-stop driving to pick up Lolly vs donning the white linen last summer hurrah frock and sipping cocktails while watching the sun set on summer....tough decision Ali. Real tough. Throw one back for me please. Or two or three...XXOO Alice
Oh, did the wheels started turning.
I thought to myself, if Alice did come a knockin' what WOULD she wear to our Dark-n-Stormy cocktail party, in southeastern Wisconsin, on the shores of Lake Michigan?
Knowing her affinity for all things Summer, fabulous and kicky I couldn't resist:
Perhaps in a pair of reckless, wide legged linen pants, carrying the Baily bag by Aussie, Helen Kaminski..........something about the bag, slung over the shoulder against crisp white cotton or rumpled white linen.......swooooon!!
Topped with a stack of a little sumpthin' brightly enameled on her cuff, and a PRETTY pair of her coveted Canforas.
Oh Baily bag, come to mama........
Men should be smitten with these. Men should want these trunks to like them.
Hopefully O. Brown eventually conjures up some snappy prints, but for now........love them!!
And then I woke UP...........goodness, pardon me, I was daydreaming.........This IS September in Wisconsin, after all.
Alice, I would have had to kit you out from our "guest" cache of Patagonia fleece and tartan wool blankets.
In the eye of a September night's, 50-ish degree, Lake Michigan easterly, we do what we gotta do, and party night was a blustery one.
Fortunately, it did not come close to in diminishing the enthusiasm of party goers, and judging from the empties, the job was well done.
SO, In the meantime, let's soak up vicarious thrills from our Oz friends, who are JUST beginning their summer season.......siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
It is no accident the goodies above are of Aussie descent ('cept for the trunks, just because I think they are EXCEEDINGLY well done, AND the SUNDAY TIMES says so too: "Buy them because they are the most flattering swim trunks around".
The Aussies do Boho Chic remarkably well and I have a feeling the little Suboo and Kaminski boho nuances we have here are not wasted on Allie - did you know it was an Australian fashion writer who coined the term "Boho Chic"?
A virtual fountain of information today, aren't we?
And, psssssst, since it's you-n-me talking, let's be truthful - seems the Aussie's idea of guys swim trunks are once hometown favorite Speedos, consequently, I had NO choice but to take a trip to Olebar. Another bit of cocktail party trivia: The Speedo company was founded in Bondi Beach, Sydney, AU.....so there you have it.
Thank you for tuning in.
PS: Dark-n-Stormies have their time and place, fortunately I am not seasonally strict with our G&T makings.
Where you listening Emma? Although, ya shouldn't need Ali's guest post to tell you that boa constrictors are most UNprep even down under. Shudder...
Kindness of Ali Culver from Wisconsin for coming to the rescue while I'm on day two of my road to recovery. Now excuse me while I grab my needlepoint and Mediterranean Mint gelato and cheer my boyfriend Rafa on to victory. Think they do prep in Spain??? XXOO