Showing posts with label Cardboard Condo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cardboard Condo. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Sweater Leggings- An Epic Tale







This place has the most interesting wallpaper- I had to feature it.  Anyhow, the leggings are super warm, great for a night out eating truffle fries and careening around Downtown Lost Angels in brassy steel colored HHBoots.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The big 20-something!

Had a lovely birthday yesterday, with good food (which was fancy drinks) good friends (E3rd event, the Association Bar, and my darling pal Gina of Rebellionheirs,) and good graphics. 

Or at least, my quick little b-day present to myself; a graphic print dress.




Um... we were a bit distracted taking the photos.  I'll have to style a shoot.  I should have asked for a tripod... anywho, meet the first member of my new line- Graphic!  (or at least, meet a blurry pic of most of it.)  Created, of courses, from a badly scarred remnant in the murkiest crevices of the Condo, it was a piece of birthday cake to throw together.  Here's to a productive year!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

"I very well may be knitting a ranch house!"

One floor-length black sleeveless dress and a fistful of Mardi Gras pearl beads later, I was a real phony!




Nothing like some nice blue people to help fight away the Mean Reds.

I had a blast on Halloween, and everything in the costume was recycled.  The dress I whipped together from a very forgiving, very elastic cotton blend that I bought in remnant pieces at the cardboard condo, my favorite place to shop.  Took all of two hours, and although it was hardly a Audrey HepburnGivenchy, I still felt chic, appropriate, and warm.  I even borrowed a orange stuffed tabby for a few pics!


Audrey Hepburn Little Black Dress

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Shorts- The Trouble Line


When I came across the fabric, at the Cardboard Condo, of course...



...the first thing I thought to myself was, "Hmmm- sorta... Cavalli, right?"  The second thought was, "Why do I already know I'm going to buy that, when I know I'll never be brave enough to wear it?"  My third thought was, "Oh, what will my mother say."  The last wasn't quite a question, just like it wasn't a question whether or not those chains would become shorts, and the shorts would be mine.





Side zip gold chain print stretch fabric ferociousness.






Oddly enough, my mother thought they were "too cute."  She absolutely refuses to be boring, fashion-wise.  I'll have to thank her for these genes when I see her this weekend.