After our visit with Grandma, I couldn’t wait to get my hinged hands on some Missoni history. I already knew Missoni is from right here in Varese, but I didn’t know they’ve been here since 1953! Tai and Rosita Missoni started designing their awesome zigzags, stripes, geometric and abstract floral patterned knits in their home only to blow up on the fashion scene in 1967. That’s the famed year Rosita showed some sass and had the models take off their bras under their sheer tops for a runway show. And to think my parents get bothered when I bare too many hinges. Whole other story. So basically style, and specifically Missoni, are written in my doll fabulous fate. It’s gotta be the reason I am here in Varese…. How else would you explain my idol and I sharing a hometown… and of course, my obvious love of style.
Bold. Yes. That’s why it’s called a style statement. We’re not afraid to colorfully go where others won’t. Like this girl I spotted yesterday in a violet-blue dress accented with a mint green purse. I had one of those ah-ha moments when I wished I had thought of that. But alas, a doll with a porcelain head can only process so much at once.
Hello Grandma. Hello Milan. Hello fashion. Hello heaven. There’s nothing quite like a luxurious weekend with the two most fabulous women: Mom and Grandma.
Seriously, there is nothing more awesome than spending the weekend with Mom and Grandma reliving the fantastic stories from growing up in Milan, topped with gossiping about all the people and things that acted as mom’s style icons. When we weren’t relishing in memories, we were flipping through fashion magazines, and then there it was: one amazing Missoni dress. Mom’s finger went right there to the model on the page and I swear even these fixed glass eyes followed. Cowl neck. Form-Fitting. Fabulous. Grandma’s eyebrow went up in agreement with its fabulosity. Fashion forward and striking, Missoni is its own statement. Grandma and Mom told me how good I would look in Missoni clothing. Who am I to argue with the two most stylish ladies? And then Grandma revealed she had some things in her third closet, to where I immediately went. As I sat there taking in all the beautiful patterned knitwear, I wrapped a particularly fabulous zigzag blue, black and cream scarf around my hinged neck and pretended to be as glamorous as the scarf. Smiling at my mom, grandma then uttered the best words of the weekend, “Darling, one day this will all be yours.”
Sometimes French pastries confuse me. Is it a breakfast item or a sweet late morning delight? Or a dessert? Or is it anything you want it to be? Buttery chocolate decadence you leave me perplexed, yet wanting more. Such a tease!
Let‘s talk ladies’ night, AKA, the original runway show. And did we ever have one last night. Now Alessandra, you know I love you, but babe, we have got to talk. I thought we decided on the super skinny leather pants and the snakeskin stilettos? Not a two-inch heel. A five-inch heel. Know I say this with the greatest love for you, and the deepest respect for those rockin’ leather pants (pants, incidentally, I would totally take from you if they were a few feet longer). Always go tall. Take it from your super tall doll. Kisses.
My fellow style obsessed. Spotted from above: A girl in a crisp cream blazer accented with gold buttons with siren red shorts peeking out from underneath. Makes me think of a girl I saw in the south whose style I loooooved. What’s going on with this doll’s waxing nostalgia for all the beach towns of the south? Maybe it’s a fashion travel itch…. Time to head somewhere special. Still thinking where that might be…