Thursday, October 15, 2015

last hurrah of my layers

French Courtship Slip
(Mine is a mint green.)
I am loving a few cold spring days in a row because I love my layers. I did not complain about our extended winter, and I fear the heat of the coming summer.

I built the outfit on the mint-green lace maxi slip from Free People. I knew I wanted to wear it, and have not worn it enough, but how?

Underneath, I wore a body-conscious black and white knit mini dress, found at a thrift store but originally from H&M. And a pair of black-grey textured tights. Over the top of the maxi slip, I pulled on a light cotton black sweater with a nice subtly open knit, one without a label, also found at a thrift store years ago. I love how the sleeves cover my hands to the knuckles.

The black lace-up ankle boots, found in the Anthropologie clearance, from CoupleOf, a, Israel-based brand that creates fun, often vintage-inspired footwear. A close up of a pair in brown:
The leather coat? Vintage 1980s Spiegel, found for less than $10 at the thrift store, and a light pink cashmere-silk blend scarf originally from Bloomingdale's, also a thrift store find.

So happy.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

colors in black

Death Becomes Her, a show exhibited this past fall (2014) at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, was a must-see the day before I ran the New York City Marathon. I was in my hometown, I love the Met, I enjoy clothing, and I am drawn to the dark and even morbid in art, fashion and design.

I came away with this post card, a close up on the details of a mourning dress from the early 1900s.

The different fabric textures catch and reflect the light. The loop details make me thing of links in a metal chain. In the black, I can see reds, yellows, browns, and even silver in the shimmer.

I wanted to paint something using the textured, hourglass image. I wasn't sure where the inspiration would take me.

Yesterday, I retrieved the postcard from a pile-o-inspiration. I should paint in oil, I thought; if I am using a lot of black, it had better be rich in color.

A round wood plate offered a place to start. So far, I blocked in the shape, the basic colors. I am not sure how literal it will remain.

It will end up as a wall hanging or even tea tray. What it will look like in the end is unknown for now.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

in progress

I wing it. Okay, okay, I do know how to handle (many of) my materials, but they can be unpredictable, I often pick up something new to try, and mistakes sometimes lead to necessary fixes or interesting ends.

I jump in, sometimes with just a color or pattern in mind.

A friend gave me a worn wooden salad bowl. It was nothing special, and not even vintage, simply plain, old secondhand (originally from Pier One, then unearthed in a thrift store, yeah...).

I had saved some black and white striped tissue paper (because I save and reuse things), thinking of decoupage possibilities down the line.

I pictured the exterior of the bowl covered, haphazardly, asymmetrically, with the paper.

I didn't know where I was going to go from there. I jumped in, cut up the paper, and broke out the Modge Podge. I discovered that tissue paper requires a delicate hand, and that it wrinkles and crinkles in an unexpected way.

The black and white was not enough, I thought, when done applying the paper. I turned to my acrylic paints and blocked out stripes and shapes in grey, midnight blue and pink. Then I highlighted, defined, sharpened those with crimson, green, and turquoise.

The paint not only served an aesthetic purpose, but also a practical one, covering any seams or tears I did not like.

Here I am now. Not done, but getting there, in progress.

Next? Sealing the decoupage and painting with more Modge Podge, then layers of polyurethane for durability. And then sanding the interior and conditioning it with food-safe oil,