Just a Book? I Think Not
Call it my fashion bible, style lovers. Mom got it for me. Have you seen the books on Missoni? Have you read about the fabulous Margherita Maccapani Missoni? Everything comes alive - the vivid striped patterns of skirts, the zigzags of scarfs and the bikinis? Hello. Every doll should be that dolled up poolside. Talk about turning some heads. Giacomo comes to mind… Ok. I’m back. And I’m hooked more...
I Have Nothing to Wear
Not really, but that’s how I feel sometimes when I see my mother in full fabulous mode. I mean… can you say hottie? Explains why boys always wanted to come over to hang out at my house. This is a woman who looks elegant when she rolls out of bed, so when she dresses for an evening out, it is an experience you don’t want to miss. I wish I had a frame that fit like that in clothes, or even fit in...
Pardon Me, Do You Know How to Hat?
The hat in all its incarnation is one of those accessories that can make or break an outfit. You know what I’m talking about. It’s a statement that requires confidence and robust personality. The hat doesn’t speak for you, it enhances you, compliments you and most definitely never, ever upstages you. Whether it’s a Bohemian 1970’s black felt hat with a wide brim or a classic pork-pie style or...
Color Me in Sunsets and Knits
Call me sentimental, but there’s nothing like a gorgeous sunset over the fields in Varese. The blazing rusty oranges and pinks immediately remind me of a Missoni bikini I saw in a magazine recently. Yep even a sunset can be fashionable. A-MA-ZING. Mom would sooooo approve. Maybe somewhere in this beautiful horizon lies some Missoni for this doll…. Sunsets are for dreaming. With style, Ciao!
For my mom and dad that is. And my dad pulled out all the stops. And by all the stops I mean he put on a proper suit, tie and pocket swatch. He even called me in for my opinion. Soooooooo cute. He one hundred percent gets an A for effort… but the tie didn’t match. Instead of bumming him out, I suggested the skinny tie under the guise that it was Mom’s favorite. I said she’d dig it if he wore it....
It’s official, we’ve got color-blocking fever here in Varese. Today, as I stood in the garden procrastinating before going back to my shelf life, I noticed beyond the many rows of shrubbery a girl in the distance wearing a vibrant yellow dress, blue shoes and a red bag while standing against a bright red wall. So fabulous my glass eyes started to fog up. With style, Ciao!