What Goes Around, Comes Back Around...

During the move I found this pic of me, circa maaany years/pounds ago, in the uniform du jour at the time and my very    first    pair    of    Belgies...

It just so happens, I have that exact pair of camel leopards currently doing 6 months time and counting in Belgie order purgatory...

And, recently snagged myself a new pair of the same J. Crew black Minnies...

Would you believe I spied the same black stretch perfect shirt at Crew this weekend to boot? Talk about outfit karma. Unfortunately, it's doubled edged outfit karma as I literally just mailed my mom the silk Gucci scarf I'm sportin' in the pic. Good thing I've accumulated a few Hermès stand ins since then. Now, off to light an offering candle in hopes of releasing my leopard Belgies from purgatory...

Kindness of this coming Monday where I get BACK on the ole workout/starvation routine wagon and attempt to resurrect the pic'd bod...XXOO

In House Call

I don't know if it's due to sinuses, chocolate withdrawal or ole Maxminimus harassing me to constantly make my move on Words With Friends but, I have one wooorld class headache...

Pilgie, M.D. had me take one of my big gun Advil 800's...

And, Lolly, R.N. is sending me to my our new bed and issuing stern warnings to Maxminimus and Daddy that her patient is NOT to be disturbed by demands for Scrabble moves ooor a too loud Dave Chappelle show. Only chocolate and massage interruptions allowed pleaseee...

Kindness of my medical team for knowing when I feel bad and tending to me so well. Now, if they could learn to rub my temples we'd really be in business...XXOO

My Gwynnie Bed Has Cometh...

Gwynnie P's bed in her Nashville digs...

Annnd, after weeks of sleeping on the floor, Gwynnie P's stalker's newly arrived bed in G'wich...

Now, moving on to getting the lamps off the floor...

Kindness of Aide-de-Camp Lizzie from The House Downtown for all her help and patience (emphasis on the patience) with my Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams Yates/Gwynnie P bed. And, Babe for the LARGEST birthday present I've ever received. Thank you for buying me my bed Dilly...XXOO

Boooringgg...

I know I'm being a total bore these days but, these are the things that have been consuming my time of late. Not stalking the Hermès double tour withthegoldHface watch at Richards, not gallivanting around town in my finest G'wich worthy duds, and def not meeting up with and doing fun things with my local blogger gal pals...

More like shhhleping 'round town in khaki shorts, the same two Lacoste polos, and end of summer lifeless hair doing getting settled tasks like finding someone to spray enamel my old bergere cane chairs a dark navy, which apparently is gonna take a month...

And finding, then lining up, an upholsterer to do the cushions and arms once they're done.  But, that's only after I destroy a few more brain cells deciding which of the two fabrics my other Boo at Polo sent I prefer and ordering the yardage needed. See, total throw on the same old khakis, polos, hair in a pony kinda stuff.  Babe may think he's spending out the wazoo pulling the place together but, little does he know he's saving a small FOR-toon in clothes and Hermès trinkets...

Kindness of everyone for allowing me another week or so of boring. Hard to write anything exciting when your day consisted of waaay too much time spent in the light bulb isle at Home Depot debating wattage's for each light fixture like you were constructing a model...XXOO

Lolly In The Dog Cat House

 Lolly's in the dog cat house with Daddy...

He said the minute she left to "run errands" and didn't ask him to tag along, his radar went up...

But, Daddy, we neeeeded those Simon Pearce Nantucket Hurricanes for our new demi-lune table in the electrical outletless entry...

Leeeelssss...

Kindness of Lollycakes for taking one for the team...XXOO

Save The Date

Time to face the no beach music.  Yesterday was officially the last day of summer. Sob...

So, I've packed up my summer Lilly jammies...

And, unpacked my shudder winter ones...

I think it's time to seriously consider this invite to Lilly Pulitzer's 80th Birthday Brunch in Delray, Florida benefiting the Museum of Lifestyle & Fashion History...

And, I've got juuust the dress in mind for this li'l shindig.  The Florida sun kissed skin will be courtesy of my fashionably early by a few days arrival.  Summer Lilly jammies in tow...

Kindness of the Birthday Brunch Committee for sending the invitation my way annnd for the kind personal message about my blog.  Now, anyone there got any pull locating me that darn Seamus Multi Dripping in Jewels dress in a size 6 from last season???  XXOO

Hermès Take Me Away...

I've spent all day hunched over in a crawl space trying to organize storage bins on all fours and I've got another full day of it on deck for tomorrow...

I think hobbit labor like that deserves a li'l recognition.  A li'l medium size, black with gold recognition s'il vous plait...

Kindness of the weekend that can't get here soon enough.  I may even suggest a train ride into the city for something juicy at Peter Luger.  Something juicy could lead to something click-clacky...XXOO

Mr. Rogers Goes Cashmere

Last weekend Babe and I hit up the Patagonia store in Westport to replace his much worn Better Sweater which he'd left in a cab/rental/black car, one of those modes of BMOC transportation, in Boston...

Annnd, since he was in a rare mood to shop for himself, we also snagged him the Araveto Fleece Pants in black...

The Cashmere quater Zip, which is the first of it's kind I've approved after many years of his attempts at getting this style...

And, the très Mr. Rogers looking Cashmere Cardigan, if Mr. Rogers cardigans had been made from some of the nicest, softest cashmere I've seen in a loooong time...

Now, in my Neighborhood of Make-Believe, not only does Mr. Rogers wear cashmere cardis but, I didn't just leave with this Re-Tool Snap-T Pullover, which will gets tons of wear in that drafty castle...

But, Trolley goes back to fetch me that R2 Vest...

And, Hi-Loft Down Sweater I was also eying. And, King Friday doesn't get mad one bit...

Kindness of Lady Elaine Fairchild for taking the heat should Trolley's package be intercepted...XXOO

Singed By The Hermès Sun

Like Icarus, I flew too close to the Hermès sun and got singed by Babe's hot lamps...

Musta been a false sense of bravado I was feeling from the Avalon blanket Babe just bought me that led to my covert shawl purchase in NYC. Thanks to Amy, who is now doing heavy penance, 'tis covert no longer since she spilled the shawl beans about two orders deep into Friday night's salty cocktail therapy...

The good news is, now I can wear my beautiful shawl to hide my hot lamp burns. The bad news is, I can stop hoping for that Double Tour orange box to appear under my pillow anytime in the near future...

Kindness of Babe who forgives easily. And Moi, who will remember that a debriefing is requisite before Amy and I cocktail together anywhere in the vicinity of Detective First Grade Babe...XXOO

Big Girl Lipstick

When I met Amy at the Saks Chanel counter on Saturday morn, me - shlumpin' in khaki shorts, sandals, wet hair, chin covered in moving zits, she - Burberry barn jacketed, coiffed, flawless skinned, I knew I wasn't in Kansas anymore Toto...

So when the Pied Piper of Saks said, you must try my new fav Chanel lipstick I said, okayI'lltakethatoneplease. My first big girl lipstick. Babe should count his lucky stars I put the brakes on the big girl Moschino coat and big girl Chanel evening bag Amy also picked for me. I would've been in big time trouble girl...

Kindness of Amy for the Chanel Rouge Coco Shine lipstick in Bonheur rec. I looove it. It's found a place of prominence right next to my zit drying lotion on the vanity. Also, for her Barney's Denim Bar suggestion which I later referred to, and was politely corrected, as the jean counter. Like I said, loooong way from Kansas...XXOO

Salt Therapy Needed

Babe loooves to compare me with the world's largest particle accelerator in Switzerland. Like the infamous LHC, I am capable of performing at the highest-energy intensity but, if ooooone weensie bolt, or magnet is disrupted the entire system shuts down. Just the mere threat of change to my routine and I fold like a house o' cards...

I came thiiis close to holding it together through the move but, right now this house o' cards looks more like 52 pick up. And, since there are no immediate trips to the beach planned, and I haven't worked out all week, I think my salt therapy's gonna come in the form of my 7:30pm margarita date with Amy. Mucho salt por favor! I'll save the tears for Babe. He's been expecting them...

Kindness of anyone around the new hood for not judging the half bottle of Mario Badescu Drying Lotion I have on my face every time I walk out the door. And, the Butt Police for allowing me this extended week of probation. I prooomise come Monday it's back ON the workout wagon and back OFF the Tate's Chocolate Chip Cookies...XXOO

My Pet Rock

Several months ago Ali from the mid-west sent me pics of her daughters beach rock art collection...

My creative copycat light bulb immediately went off...

In desperate need of a door stop for the screen door leading up to the rooftop deck to keep the Ti-Babes from following me up and trying to horn in on my PTH's...

I lifted the first good size rock I spied. And, I mean lifted. We don't get many rocks washing up on our beaches so, when I saw a keeper by the pool of my cousin's vacation rental, I sliiiiped it into my trusty Bean tote...

Then it was off to Michael's, Babe's least fav store in the whole entire world, where I chose my acrylic paints and brushes in record time in a race against his Majesty's visceral reaction clock...

Rock, paints, brushes and Lilly pattern in hand...

It was time for Lolls and I to make like PVE...

Babe, still high off his fantasy of toppling Michael's shelves, had little tolerance for our project, especially when it infringed on time he deemed better spent playing tennis in 100° heat, and started referring to it as my pet rock...

Week after week, stroke inducing tennis match after stroke inducing tennis match of interference, we painted on...

Til tropical storm Irene became perfect storm Irene trapping us in the beach house with nary a chance of coach making us play tennis. And, I kid you not, he tried. Ever increasing 30 mph winds and a mandatory evacuation and I was the killjoy...

Through all the pet rock taunts...

Through all the, by the time you finish we'll be moving out of this beach house! we toiled away...

And, now I have my pretty from a distance door stop and the last laugh. My task is finished but yours, my darling Michael's vandalizer, has just begun...

Eight months and counting down til me and my pet rock will need a new beach house screen door...

Kindness of Ali, Gracie and Holland for sharing their beach rock art with Lolly and me. I already have my Montauk rock find queued up for next year's summer project. And, for everyone else for not pointing out the obvious. It's quite evident that my squashed dream of being a Lilly Pulitzer fit model is now keeping company with the one of my being a Lilly Pulitzer illustrator...XXOO

Schoolboy Blazer Makeover

I made a quickie pooh pit stop at the Crew today in between running around trying to find the litter brand the Ti-Babes demand prefer, a rec'd dry cleaner, Wickles Pickles and window cleats to thwart Lolly's attempts to hang herself via the blind cords...

When I mentioned wanting the Schoolboy Blazer a couple of weeks ago, regular commenter Patsy offered up a geeenious idea; swap out the brass buttons for some shmancier ones...

Well, I immediately hightailed it to eBay where I bid on and won these vintage, early to mid-twentieth century Fox Hunt buttons from England...

I've already scoped out a tailor and, tomorrow when I head out to find Home Depot, a paint store, B³ and resume my search for Wickles, I'll be dropping off my li'l custom job request...

I'm so excited with the idea, I'm toying with also nabbing the Schoolboy in grey...

And, headin' back across the Pond by way of eBay for another set of vintage buttons. Right after I locate those d*** Wickles!

*FYI...Crew's Schoolboy Blazer has two front and three working sleeve buttons. Since my vintage haul only has a total of four sleeve buttons, I plan on leaving the spot closest to each wrist empty. No biggie since I probably wouldn't button those buttons even if I had them. All the better to eventually spy the Hermès double tour H face watch at Richard's I've been losing sleep over...

Kindness of Patsy for sharing her fashionably clever idea with Moi. This ranks right up there with the epiphany I had to have the Cobbler saw off a pair of tart height sparkly stilettos to a more Allie friendly kitten heel...XXOO