Bodkin wool jersey dress

Just the kind I like.

The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are  the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven’t had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.

- Yves Saint Laurent, 1983

Clockwise from top: thrifted mosaic pin (handmade in Italy), a very thoughtful gift from Banana Republic many years back, thrifted dragonfly, vintage fish à la Haight Street, yet another thrifted Italian blessing, a lovely something inspired by an art nouveau Fabergé egg (quite embarassingly from the Met Museum Store) and something of a lie (as this green heart is definitely not a brooch)

I have no right to complain about my quality of life when I can get away with wearing this to work, especially since I’m not working a street corner.  The little blessings in life are what truly matter, and – despite opening with a joke – I don’t mean to be the least bit sarcastic about that.

My sweet ol’ doggy, Boxy Ba, passed away two nights ago.  Instead of being a downer, I’ve decided to live my life as happily as when he was still a young pup absolutely dominating the nothing less than expansive backyard of my childhood home.  I still plan on calling his name whenever the glee bubbles over, and I pray that he gets those fabulously long legs that he (and every other Doxie) has always dreamed of!  For all those who know and love Boxy, if you could utter a hopeful something for him, I will love you forever.

On the outfit: Forever 21 baby doll dress (100% silk, actually, with a very nice hand), thrifted clip-on earrings (not always confined to the ears) and thrifted neck-tie (just as suspected: not always confined to the button-down)

Now, get out there, people, and do work!

You know that one chair seen at every design show last year?

(via Front Design)

Well, they’re also responsible for this.
(image via Dezeen)

The highlight of my soirée was probably vogue-ing in the hall, though I have to admit that arm wrestling for avocados at Simone wasn’t half bad either.  As much as I’ll miss the summertime shenanigans, fall is fast approaching, and my fantastic jackets are eager for their debut!  Bah to summer fashions!  Bah!

I don’t know what your balls are made of, but mine are wool felt from Nepal… by way of Canal Street.  In one of the fluorescent-lit labyrinths of Manhattan’s Chinatown is a hidden gem of a store (or should I say hole in the wall) known as Nepal Handicraft Center.  You’ll find felted turtles as handbags and bins of felt bracelets.  It’s officially a gold mine (me being the official to declare it as such).  I replaced the strap o’balls that originally adorned my bag with a black chain from Pacific Trimming.  I think I’ll give the leftovers to a creative friend to see what amazing tchotchkes she can dream up!

Here is my beautiful Sabrina in a set she picked up the same day.  So lovely with her oatmeal cardigan!  Visit Nepal Handicraft Center for your own sets of balls.  265 Canal Street, Pashmina Mall, store #18, New York, NY 10013.

(via TMagazine)

And let’s not forget the original queen of going dotty.  Yayoi Kusama!  What is it with Asian women and balls?  On that note, have the loveliest of weekends.

On my quest to find slightly odd, well-crafted, beautiful and comfortable shoes, I found my answer literally waiting for me in a dark corner at Amalga (well manicured Soho boutique for rich rocker types).  The shoes are from an Italian company called Marsell, apparently known for comfort and quality.  I like how they’re on-trend yet anonymous.  I also loved the super nice sales associates and custom made candy accessory to the purchase.

I’m settling into work and my new schedule.  Here’s another onesie to hold you all over!  This one’s from Forevs — you rike?

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