After seeing the DKNY Spring 2010 campaign in the April Vogue I decided that I, too, could just go totally apeshit with every floral I could find in my closet. What do you think? Am I nuts? It’s a little nuts. That’s OK. It was one of those experiments that could possibly benefit from a little fine-tuning, but where’s the fun in that? It’s far more exhilarating to step outside and boldly go where perhaps only upholstery has gone before. I did find it perplexing that I just happen to have similarly colored florals on black in scarf, skirt and little jacket formats, and of course these suede pumps by Franco Sarto were all, “TODAY IS MY DAY, BITCHES! ME!”
The real star of this post is my new fancy ribboned pony pin from Little Otsu (a door or two down from the site of the hotly debated new Banksy in the Mission). It’s delightful! (The pony, I mean. I’m allergic to that much hype, re: Banksy.)
Hey! Remember the pics from my marching band meets pin-up post the other day? You’ll recognize most of it in this here outfit, where I swapped the vest and shorts out for a natty little Brooks Brothers pencil skirt to accommodate a wardrobe change from day to night, and ended up with a completely different look and feel.
This is more Blair Waldorf, less camp, though you’ll notice I couldn’t resist updating the bow headband with a red rhinestone pin shaped like a perfect red pout! The gays at The Apartment helped me pick it out. They are so sweet and awesome there. M & I had promised to meet some friends for a glass or two of peachy white sangria at this party later that same evening, and the wind had picked up as dusk fell, so I needed something a bit more substantial than a tiny pair of shorts!
Keep your eyes peeled for a special post over at Femme Fairy Godmother – a wee birdie mentioned that there’s a surprise coming in the next day or two!
I wanted nothing more than to accessorize with an actual trumpet or something yesterday. I just felt this whole marching band nerd meets pin-up girl vibe and that I really needed an instrument, specifically a shiny one. Two exciting things happened yesterday (well, three):
I was rather spectacularly hungover and deliciously sleep-deprived.
“So basically what you’ve got here is a gorgeous woman in adorable outfits, and it’s a blog calledFit for a Femme. More specifically, you’ve got a gorgeous femme, SBJ, showcasing these hot f*cking boots or this perfect dress. And just when you think it can’t get any cuter, BAM there’s a photoshoot like this one with M in which they’re at the beach and omg I think she stole M’s hat and would you look at that mothereffing wool coat?! Stop it both of you STOP BEING SO LOVELY.”
Who wouldn’t freak out?! It’s insanely sweet, and wonderful news! Plus, the other blogs are amazing – we’re in such fantastic company! As a result, M & I celebrated with lunch at Regalito, one of our favorite places ever, a bit of window shopping at Therapy and The Apartment, and a trip to Good Vibes, where we ended the 10-year ban and grabbed a handful of porn, landed ourselves on the waiting list for one of the new VixSkin numbers (I can’t remember which one, honestly, IT’S JUST SO HARD TO KEEP TRACK, GUYS) and snagged a bottle of Swiss Navy (NSFW) lube, which was recommended by the lovely Madison Young over at the Sugarbutch Chronicles (NSFW) last week. I loved the name and was prepared to buy some for that reason alone – C’mon, Swiss Navy? RADSAUCE – and it’s actually really fantastic. FFAF-endorsed, y’all. Getchusome.
All in all, a really spectacular Sunday and I just want to heartily welcome any newcomers and again express how completely thankful Fit For A Femme is for your support and love and page views.
A NOTE FROM SKINNY: Greetings, FFAF readers! It’s a very exciting day, because I’m posting the very first ever guest FFAF post from a dear, dear friend, the lovely Kelly Alice. One of the things she loves to do is sit in bed at night and catch up on all of her favorite fashion magazines or blogs, until she’s sleepy enough to retire. The other night, she told me recently, she’d drifted off and her sweet and lovin’ tomboy came to bed, and in her sleep she said, “I want to start a fashion blog.” “Oh, yeah?” said her tomboy, Fancy Pants, “Who will be in it?” “Me and my friends!” Kelly Alice replied, and vanished back into dreamland.
Of course, Kelly Alice doesn’t remember this at all (I never remember the things I say in my sleep, either, but M sure does!), but she DOES remember waking up determined to whip up a FFAF-esque post, which she sent to me right away!
This is her awesome post. I’m sure you’ll all welcome her warmly and find her to be just as smart and kind and adorable as M & I do! Enjoy!
KA’s CONFESSION: I know that I wear the same things/styles over and over again and could never justify a style blog, but I do love them so (especially FFAF)! Just for fun though, I did a little photo spread for you from this morning. I now realize how much work goes into your blog. I didn’t have the time to take many shots, then I had to download them from the camera, and then edit the photos…phew, I’m tired just typing all this! How do you muster up the time and energy to do this every day? I salute you! Maybe one day I’ll create a blog that incorporates all the things I love (food, fashion, travel, the damn cats). Who knows, maybe it will be fun!
I hope you’re enjoying your little west coast cold snap! I have to be honest, it becomes very hard to stay fashionable when it gets truly cold here in Boston (the kind of cold that makes it hard to breathe!). Here are some of my winter weather femme fashion tips:
buy boots in half a size bigger; wear warm wooly socks tucked inside when wearing dresses and skirts
use MAC Prep + Prime to keep make-up in place after tucking on hats and wrapping around scarves all day
wear silk long underwear under clothing – it makes a world of difference, feels so nice against the skin, and is so smooth you can barely notice the extra layer (especially under office clothing!)
when expecting to be outside for longer periods, put disposable hand warmers (found at sporting goods stores) in shoes, gloves, or on the nape of your neck
Also, I know you can hardly see it at all in the photos, but my latest eyeshadow obsession is MAC’s Vex. I have been wearing it every. single. day. for weeks since I’ve bought it!
(Skinny here again: I hope KA does start her own blog one of these days, and in the meantime she can guest post here as often as she likes! Also, she is maker of the amazing almond marshmallows and awesome mix CDs! Here is the video for my maybe-favorite on her November mix. It’s way fun and happy and sexy.)
CONFESSION: M & I went to our very first Dias de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) procession in San Francisco’s Mission District tonight. We were very excited! While the event had an entertaining procession through dark streets in our not-so-new ‘hood, so many beautiful and touching altars, and of course lots of folks all dressed up, it seems to have attracted…undesirables as well. Let’s face it: they’re attention whores in dire need of prescription-strength deodorant, they ruin EVERYTHING and I’ve kind of grown to hate them.
Still, we salvaged the rest of the evening with traditional sugar candy skulls and a slew of Mexican breads to nibble on at home (maybe with Mexican hot chocolate – that’s a good idea!), and it was a glorious night with unusually warm weather to be out and about, so I’m glad we were. Such a big old full moon!
Since my olfactory senses have clearly been abused enough for one week, I’m abstaining from a scent review tonight. Forgive me, and enjoy what few pictures I caught before my bloody battery died!
CONFESSION: Welcome to my neighborhood, kittens! Where I live, one can wander through lush gardens where butterflies flit around lavender bushes, coo at adorable puppies and babies at the swing set and then hit the Mission’s main arteries for fresh goodies from 84,000 bustling mexicatessens, lesbian tea dance parties, super thrifting, mindblowing cuisine from every last corner of the world and more. I love living here! It’s magical. It is also sinfully hot this weekend, and I was forced (forced, I swear!) to hack about 4″ off these already cut-off shorts today. Also?
HI, I TOTALLY CUT MY HAIR.
I haven’t been hiding, I’ve been busy and wearing mostly boring outfits and, you know, spending several days in that awkward getting-to-know-you phase of a new haircut. I did have to go back to the salon to have them make some slight adjustments after about a week, but now I’m pleased as punch. Life is very good indeed.
Some odd finds on our walkabout: The super creepy mural at the playground in which what appear to be trauma patients in a trolley are shooting a massive, celestial bazooka at a deranged, larger-than-life, distant cousin of Mickey Mouse, who is grabbing wee lumberjacks with chainsaws. It’s so…carnie, you know? Also, someone abandoned a scale on the corner, in front of the laundromat. It was broken, but we stopped to tinker with it anyway.
Ooh! Here’s my new hair when it’s all straight-like (I might need to, like, invest in and then learn how to use a flat iron):
Ooh! And then I wanted y’all to enjoy this Dolly, because it’s super magical:
PS. M & I made a massive batch of chicken tortilla soup from scratch – even the little strips! – for dinner tonight. In fact, we had no recipe at all, but it was a success! So delicious. We added potato, avocado and queso fresco. And French 75s made with Hendrick’s gin.
Confession: Good heavens, y’all, I have no idea where this dress even came from. I do know that it came from one of my little Oakland boutiques, I just can’t remember which one and there’s no tag – I must have ripped it out! I’ve had it for years, and found it tucked away yesterday in a see-through storage box along with a few more summer dresses in my closet. It’s soft, worn cotton, with a sweet floral print, satin and eyelet trim at the hem, crocheted sage green trim around the bodice and knotted straps that criss-cross and button in the back. I layered it over a white Libertine for Target tank with crochet detail for fun.
I want to live in this dress, in fact, I threw it on first thing this morning for the second day in a row. It certainly doesn’t hurt that the tomboy likes it, too, and can’t stop grabbing me by the torso to tell me so! She has no recollection of my acquiring it, either. Ah, well.
Scent: I was excited to try Memoire Liquide’s Sensuel No. 318. Alas, the staying power is nil and it’s a bit too dry for me. Upon first application, I guessed at the possible notes: vanilla, cinnamon, something…green, maybe? Clove, and then a shy, almost asexual floral. Alas, it’s a “dense smoky black tea on a luscious sandalwood base.” How wrong was I?! Add incense and make it red sandalwood, and there you go. I’m disappointed, but it can’t all be Querelle and Fifi Chachnil, now can it?
