All posts tagged: cape

Choose To Dress Happy

I wear what makes me smile Puts a swing in my strut   As I get older, I realise I tend to be far more apologetic than I used to be.  What on earth do I mean, you ask?  Well, I often find myself guilty of being somewhat tremulous in the way I approach life and others, particularly those with whom I’m not so well acquainted.  As though I’m apologising for existing, even. I realise how at odds that sounds with the way I’m perceived.  How I look.  How I dress.  I also realise how idiotic I am to even remotely feel that way and that it’s utterly unfounded.  But then again, most concerns and fears veer on the side of irrational, and clearly, mine is no different. So I sat me down and gave myself a pep talk. I shall spare you the details but suffice to say, I emerged victorious. Ha.  But I do want to spend a little time talking about those things which matter.  Things which happen to all of us …

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You Spin Me

Like a record, baby Right round, round, round   Who else loves disco?  I love disco.  Not necessarily the entire spectrum of disco music and disco style but certainly a bit here, a bit there.  I love me some Boney M, Bee Gees, Donna Summer, and who could forget that kickass of an anthem from Gloria Gaynor, I Will Survive. Appropriate much for a Monday post, yes? WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU CAN ONLY MAKE YOU STRONGER Start-of-a-new-week-grind aside, I felt compelled to touch on the topic of disco not because this post focuses on that era but rather, because, to me, my shoes look like disco balls with heels. Or, from another angle, they could easily pass as shards of glass which may actually come across as being far edgier than disco balls.  Incidentally, this look is a perfect representation of how I put together an outfit, i.e., around my shoes.  It’s something which happens very frequently with me, and, I do fancy, not that rare an occurrence for many of us.  Come to think …

Leo, Meet Camo

Emboldened by my recent foray into the magical wonderland of colour and print, I tried something new today.   I paired two prints which, under normal non kaleidoscope-laced days, I would never ever have placed together within a 10 mile radius let alone allow them to cohabit within the same outfit.  I’m making reference to larger than life leopard patterns and the equally loud camouflage print.  Did I hear a gasp?  Or two?  I don’t blame you.  Not even in my wildest of sartorial dreams did I imagine this combination would work but here they are, making merry and rather nicely at that, I might add. Let’s talk about Leo first. This Cape was such a find.  An ultra rare find, I should say.  It’s authentic 1960s and came with original tags (somewhat faded because of age, oooh, chills) as well as a bag of extra buttons.  But those aren’t what make this piece such an amazing treasure. No, my friend.  What makes this cape a rarity is how it’s completely reversible.  One side being …

Of Capes & 221B Baker Street

There’s something about in-your-face-red-streaks. Streaks in one’s hair, I mean. Not on the face.   For one, it’s hard to be missed in a crowd which may not seem major to most but is, in truth, rather vital for someone who’s only 5 feet tall.  Yes, I’m the one with her feet on the bench when doing barbell presses for the pecs.  Stop laughing.  It’s not always easy being on the starting end of the measuring tape. But this post is about capes.  And the occasional crusading.  Not about my height.  Or lack thereof.  So we move on. I’ve had a thing for capes (or, if you prefer, trench coats with capes) since 1983, since my first Sherlock Holmes tome, The Hound Of The Baskervilles.  Capes and bags shaped after what’s arguably the most iconic coat in modern television folklore. But, of course, I wasn’t about to put together an outfit post too closely based on Mr Holmes’ wardrobe.  The man had an air of mystery and intrigue in spades, a certain sense of savoir …

Bright Lights, Big City ~ Brrrrrr

I am very very VERY excited to share the news that yours truly will be attending the IFB Conference in New York City come early February!!  Right smack in the middle of Fashion Week too!!! So, being from the tropics and now living in Houston, I’m asking for tips and tricks from y’all on how to brave and survive Winter with style and panache.  To kickstart the process, I’ve, ahem, acquired these “necessities”. (from the top) Vintage 60s Reversible Mod Plaid Cape from Gypsies Rising, ultra avant garde Braided Shrug from Celapiu (love this sister duo design team), Vintage 70s Reversible Camel+Leopard Cape from Tiger Lily Frocks, and Vintage Space Bunny Tee from My Like Zoo of Hong Kong (ok, so this was an indulgence). I’ve also got the scarf and the puffy jacket and the super thick boots and ear muffs and gloves. What am I missing??? C’mon, ye worldly travellers and NYorkers alike, won’t you help a lass from Borneo who’s making her virgin foray into the Big Apple during the coldest time …