Showing posts with label Tim Gunn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tim Gunn. Show all posts

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Too Much Ain’t Enough


This week I am reading Tim Gunn: A Guide to Quality, Taste and Style, and as much as I love my kind, wise, and charming neighbor, he left out a couple of sections.  Allow me to fill in those gaps.

Boots…
For the non-sandal months, there are really only two choices in shoes: boots and ballet flats.  Boots really deserve an entire entry (or blog).  For now let’s just say you need an extremely wide variety of heights, textures, styles, formalities, and heels.  When it comes to color, nearly any shade of brown or black is acceptable.  Take a lesson from me that purple boots, while totally adorable, will be relegated to walking the dog. Oh, the lovely outfits, completed by my purple suede peter pan boots, that only the doormen on my block have been lucky enough to witness. 

… and Ballet Flats
Ballet flats, what can I say? You can pretty much buy them in whatever color and texture you want.  Because you will always choose to wear boots instead.

Cardigans
Do you have a closetful of sleeveless dresses but a calendar of sleeveful events? Purchase a brightly colored cardigan to extend the usefulness of the dresses you already own.  Thrifty, huh? Only marginally less so when you buy six of them, all in varying red and purple tones. 

Novelty Items
Buy them! Buy them all! You will never get tired of a skirt with a Monet style landscape painted on it.  It’s like a classic men’s suit; You can wear it every day and no one will even notice! Ditto for the eyelet ombre skirt in shades varying from extremely loud yellow to very angry orange. 

Bags
A nice, classic, well-made bag is a must-have, that finishing touch that completes any outfit.  Invest in one.  Or 17.  Change your bag pretty much every day to match that day’s ensemble.  In theory this approach ensures that you carry only true necessities with you, as you are constantly reassessing the contents of each bag as you transfer them from one bag to the next.  In reality you are more likely than not leaving a lipstick behind in each bag.  But as lipsticks are made only to be purchased and not applied (a personal philosophy of mine), leaving one behind in an orange suede bag, because today’s outfit calls for a brown fringed one, will have little impact.

Friday, February 15, 2013

The Best of Everything



Today a friend of mine posted a diagram outlining the traits of successful people versus those of unsuccessful people, and I have to take issue with it.  For starters, it did not note that successful people make a hobby of returning purchases.  OK, I can let that one slide.  But what I really cannot abide is the claim this post made that successful people do not watch TV.  It made me think about everything I would miss if I did not watch TV.  Then I got a little teary eyed.  Luckily, a quick shot of chocolate chips picked me up enough to write this entry (Calle Baut, my prescription for all ills). 
If I did not watch TV I would not know…

…of the existence of Tim Gunn.  Tim Gunn may in fact be proof of a supreme being.  He is a kind, warm, intelligent force for good.  He has a stellar vocabulary and he is not afraid to use it.  There is not a molecule of mean in him, and I still love him. That fact alone is proof of some sort of complex, overarching plan for humanity.

…how to pronounce ‘pivot.’ For, it is not just ‘pivot,’ but is instead always “PIVOT!” thanks to Ross Geller.  That includes, but is in no way limited to, “PIVOT! Tables.” For that matter, TV has also taught me that the response to any offer of chewing gum is “Gum would be perfection.” Without tv would you even know how to accept a slice of Juicy Fruit? You would not. You would also not have the always utile “We were on a break” and the almost never utile, but still a personal favorite, “Like me, like me, tiny doctor!”

…Tami Taylor/Rayna James (OK, Connie Britton).  These women are over 30, strong, funny, honest and forthright.  These are real adult women, who don’t undergo plastic surgery and all matter of injections and lip paralysis to pretend they look 25 – wrapping the whole package in a shiny, tiny skirt in an attempt to complete the illusion.  Also these women have an amazing head of flouncy strawberry blonde hair that I just may have shown my stylist on more than one occasion.