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If I can just get the multiplier and specular to play nicely, I’ll have the Nurse Chapel boatneck-style top of my dreams.
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Femme Fatale Guide: Fall Wardrobe Essentials
Staple Tees:
**Purchase in Modal, Pima cotton, or a cotton-cashmere blend**
Fitted crewneck tees (long-sleeves/tees & tanks for layering)
Relaxed fit long-sleeve tees
Turtleneck long-sleeve top (fitted & relaxed fit options)
Contour bodysuits
Blouses/Shirting:
Silk button-down blouse
Cotton button-down blouse
Silk shell top/t-shirts/camis (for layering)
Sculpt knit top(s)
Self-tie wrap blouse
Shirred boatneck, mock neck, or cowlneck silk blouse(s)
Leather button-down
Knitwear:
Thin cashmere/wool crewneck sweater (fitted/relaxed fit)
Thin cashmere/wool turtleneck sweater
Chunky relaxed-fit cable knit sweater
Knit polo-neck sweater
Cashmere sweater vest (crewneck, v-neck, and/or turtleneck)
Mockneck cashmere/wool sweater
Cashmere long-sleeve sweater dress
Cashmere/knit skirt (mini, midi, or maxi - depending on your personal preferences)
Sophisticated coordinating knit set (top/pants or skirt of your choice)
Casual knit set (top/pullover and relaxed fit pants)
Cashmere cardigan
Cable knit cardigan (doubles as a light jacket)
Bottoms:
Black straight-leg jeans
Black bootcut/flared jeans
Black straight/bootcut trousers
Wide-leg trousers (I love a solid black, black pinstripe, and black with lace-up detail selection)
High-waisted leather pants
Split hem trousers
Stretch jersey/cashmere pants (straight-leg or flared)
Quilted leather/tweed mini skirt
Knit/wool mini and/pencil skirt
Leather skirt (mini or midi)
Silk midi skirt
Dresses/Jumpsuits:
Knit/sweater dress
Little black dress (shift dress/A-line cuts are great)
Blazer dress/jumpsuit
Slip dress (for layering)
Minimal black jumpsuit ("LBJ")
Leather and/or denim dress or jumpsuit
Jackets & Outerwear:
Black tailored blazer
Leather blazer
Tweed jacket
Trench coat
Leather moto/cropped/bomber jacket
Black wool coat
Raincoat ( I like Rains for high-quality options on the affordable side that are still built to last for several seasons)
Statement jacket/coat
Footwear:
Sleek flat/low-heel black boots with a pointed-toe or square-toe silhouette (I love Vagabond, Jeffrey Campbell, Vince Camuto, and Sam Edelman for more affordable, high-quality options)
Black loafers/sleek black flats
Black lace-up boots
Black heeled boots
Black pumps
White sneakers
Rain boots (I recommend the Melissa Shoes Welly/Grip/Step boots or a stylish, sustainable, and more affordable option)
Accessories:
White/black ankle & crew socks
Black control top tights
High-waisted shapewear shorts
Chunky/small chain necklaces & bracelets
Simple pendant necklace(s)
Pearl necklace
Simple diamond studs
Crystal drop earrings
Minimalist bangles
Stackable rings
A sleek, minimalist black tote (can fit a laptop for work/travel)
Black shoulder bag
Small black bag (top handle, crossbody, etc.)
Statement bag/evening bag
Cashmere scarf
Silk/decorative scarf
Fingerless/touch-screen friendly, lightweight gloves
Lingerie/Loungewear:
Seamless bra/underwear
Lace bra/underwear
Matching pullover cotton sweatshirt/sweatpants
Knit or jersey cotton top/lounge pants set
Luxurious pajama set (silk, Tencel, cashmere, etc.)
A to-die-for piece of lingerie like a lace slip/silk teddy
Silk or cozy robe
Cozy open-back slippers
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@lucilla-sims 4t2 EP14 Dress Boatneck made top-only (requested by anon)
Wahoo, more top-onlies! For adults and teens, they have the appropriate morphs. They come in the original 12 colors (swatch is stolen), and you can choose if you want the TF files repo'd to the AF files, or not :)
Download EP14 Dress Boatneck Top-Only AF - Alternate
Download EP14 Dress Boatneck Top-Only TF Repo'd - Alternate
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My Personal Weatherman Finale
I don't have anything super deep or insightful to say after doing a rewatch with subtitles so I actually know what was said. But I think I might have figured out what felt so different about My Personal Weatherman. It's a love story 100%, but it wasn't a 'falling in love story'. We saw the moments when they fell for each other in the flashbacks, but the story of the show already had them in love. So it was really about self-acceptance of those feelings for Yoh, and about confidence in their relationship to fully express them for Mizuki. (Maybe I do have something insightful to say.)
But also, one of my absolute favorite things about this episode was the camera choices. The fact that every time we saw them be fully honest with each other, one of them had their back turned, and then in the very end they're gazing into each other's eyes. Like it's just beautiful and perfect, because we see Yoh avoid eye contact regularly, and Mizuki will make him look him in the eye when he thinks it's important. Mizuki doesn't avoid eye contact though, so him doing so while saying these really important things that he knows have the potential to change everything is really impactful because I think it really shows how afraid he is that Yoh will decide it's too much.
I've talked some about how I fall on the Yoh side of the D/s dynamic, so I relate the most to him. But find myself most affected emotionally by Mizuki, and I wonder if that's because of that submissive part of me. Like, since we're given insight through his thoughts, the last two episodes especially, I just so much wanted him to say EVERYTHING he was thinking. I felt like he was scared that his intensity would be too much for Yoh, and I just kept wanting to be the Jiminy Cricket on his shoulder telling him that Yoh isn't as delicate as he thinks. That we aren't fragile, we can handle that intensity, we want to see that strength of love, and affection, and passion. And we may be a little nervous, but we also TRUST and have faith.
Either way this episode made me cry, it's making me almost cry as I think about it. I'm sad that it's gone by so quickly, and I hope that we get something else, a special ep, or a movie, or if the gods are with me a second season. But either way I'm 99% sure I'm gonna order the physical copy of this show and it's probably going on my comfort rewatch list.
(As a side note, I went to pull gifs for this post to add interest, and they are wearing the same tops in the first ep as they do in the finale, the gray thin boatneck top and green hoodie (technically it's a different hoodie, but that's not really the point) so it's like full circle.)
#my personal weatherman#taikan yoho#segasaki x yoh#mizuki x yoh#segasaki mizuki#yoh tanada#higuchi kouhei#mashiko atsuki
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One Dress a Day Challenge- Part Three!
June: Weddings
Funny Face- Audrey Hepburn as Jo Stockton
Even though Jo is only modeling the dress, and not actually getting married, there was no way I wasn’t going to include this dress! It is one of the most beautifully simple wedding dresses I have ever seen. *cut to me gushing about how much I love 1950′s high fashion again*
Audrey Hepburn was obviously incredibly slender, but this dress gives her so many curves with that massive tea-length skirt! I love how voluminous it is, and of course it looks incredible when she is dancing with Fred Astaire.
The boatneck neckline is also really flattering on Audrey, and that hooded veil is fantastic! I love the little bow on the top. You can read a post by @cressida-jayoungr here about how this dress inspired another wedding dress decades later!
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“Look up at me?”
Dean lifted his face but kept his eyes on his phone, still tapping. Charlie leaned in and dotted over another one of his freckles in blue. The kitchen table beside them was covered in brushes, wipes, Q-tips, and little pots of brightly colored face paint, in rainbow colors.
“I can tell you’re nervous,” Charlie said offhandedly, laser-focused and very close to Dean’s face, her pinky braced against his cheek.
“No you can’t. Why would I be nervous?”
“You always play Crossy Road when you’re nervous.”
“I always play Crossy Road when I’m bored. Seriously, how long is this going to take?”
“It’s your fault you have so many freckles.”
“Don’t pretend you’re not bullshitting new ones everywhere.”
Charlie poked him in the middle of the forehead with the butt of her brush. He pinched her side and she yelped, jerking sideways. The lid to the blue paint clattered onto the linoleum floor.
“Pick that up, ungrateful knave!”
“I can’t, I’m paralyzed by nerves,” Dean said, leaning back and setting one ankle on his knee. He turned a sunny grin up at her. Charlie cooed and grabbed one of his cheeks like a doting grandparent and Dean almost tipped his chair over trying to yank back.
“Don't smear the paint!”
Smug, Charlie exchanged the blue paint for purple. “Nope! This is the good stuff. You’re gonna have to work to get it off.”
Dean blinked up at her in horror.
“Jesus. Why did I agree to let you do this.”
“Because you look fucking adorable with rainbow freckles,” she said, and handed him the small mirror on the tabletop. He stared, then brought the mirror in closer and rubbed at his cheek. The rainbow colors didn’t budge.
“Oh no.”
Someone started hammering on the front door of the apartment and Charlie bellowed IT’S OPEN over her shoulder. Dean leaned away from her, protesting the noise with a loud, annoyed yowling. She rolled her eyes and pulled him forward by the chin.
“Shut up. One more color.”
“Shoulda just gone full Pride Braveheart, woulda been faster.”
“I told you, but you wanted ‘subtle’.”
“There’s always next year!” Sam said, poking their head around the kitchen doorway. They stepped in with Eileen and Dorothy in tow and Dean spluttered, pushing Charlie aside so he could sit forward.
“What’s with the heels, Sam, you’re already a tree!”
Sam was indeed wearing boots with three-inch heels. They were also wearing heart-shaped glasses, dangly earrings that almost touched their shoulders, metallic paint on their nails, and a loose, half-sheer top covered in constellations. Their cross-body bag strap had several pins on it, the largest of which said THEY/THEM above a small enamel nonbinary flag.
“You won’t be complaining when I’m an easy landmark in a sea of people, dipshit.”
Dot bent down to lay a smacking kiss on the side of Dean’s head. “Happy first Pride, Dee! I come bearing gifts.”
She swept a spot clear on the kitchen table and upended a small paper bag. A collection of pins clattered onto the wood.
“For Eileen,” Dot said, holding up an enamel pin of the ASL sign “I Love You”. Eileen beamed and pinned it to her jacket, along with her SHE/HER button and pansexual flag. Charlie helped to face and sort the pins, squealing when she discovered the Live Long and Prosper in the colors of the lesbian flag. She squished Dot in a side-hug and kissed her on the cheek.
“For Sam,” Dot said, handing up a little Sasquatch to an answering eye roll, “aaand Deanie Bean.”
Dean held out his hand to accept the last pins. One was a HE/HIM pronoun button, then a small enamel bisexual flag, then a pair of cowboy boots that said “PAGING DR SEXY, STAT”.
“Awesome,” he said, then grunted when Charlie plopped down on his lap. She took the pronoun pin and started fastening it to Dean’s Led Zeppelin shirt, which they’d altered into a sleeveless boatneck via some clever ripping.
“You don’t have to wear them all if you don’t want to,” she said quietly, tugging Dean’s shirt lopsided so the top of Dean’s flaming pentagram tattoo showed.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Charlie shrugged. “You just went a little green when you saw the flag.”
“Blame the freckles,” Dean grumbled, and Charlie kissed his forehead before bouncing to her feet.
“Alright, queers, wheels up, let’s rock ’n’ roll!”
“Who’s got sunscreen?” Dot called out, rifling through her tote bag as the group started migrating towards the front door.
“There’s some in the car. Pocket check!”
Everyone tapped chest, hips and butt and then threw a sassy snap in the air, everyone except Dean, who was busy pinning the bi flag to his shirt. Charlie patiently held the door for him, smiling like a proud mom.
“There,” he said, pulling the shirt lopsided again. Charlie slapped his ass as she pulled the door shut behind them.
“Gonna have to keep an eye on you, lookin like such a snack.”
Dean threw her a cheeky wink. Charlie cackled, looping their arms together as they caught up with the group. She whooped and threw devil horns in the air with her free hand.
“Pride’s not gonna know WHAT hit it this year!”
🌈
A fuckin’ heatwave, as it turns out.
Dean was too hot, and not in the Bruno Mars kind of way. Well, not just that way.
The heat was making him grumpy.
“How was your first Pride, Dean? Oh, fine, I got heatstroke and died. Music was good, though.”
“Oh my god. Go get another beer and stop whining,” Sam said.
“I spent my last buck on this itchy feather boa.”
“Dean.”
Dean made his best puppy-dog eyes up at Sam until they rolled their eyes and pulled a ten from their bag. Dean beamed and scrunched his shoulders.
“Thanks mom!” He turned and cupped his hands around his mouth. “OI! Charlie! Dot! Want anything?”
Dancing under some water misters, they raised their cups and shook their heads, tapping Eileen on the shoulder. She turned and Dean signed more drink?? and waved the ten with his eyebrows raised. She tapped her bottle of spiked lemonade and raised the number 1, nodding. He lifted a thumbs up and she blew him a kiss.
“Sure, I’ll take a beer,” Sam said loudly as Dean shouldered past them.
“Not good for trees. It’ll wilt your foliage. I’ll bring you a nice hose water.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
Dean was grinning and tapping the folded ten-dollar bill against his hand, eyes on the nearest drinks tent, when something very large and very rainbow tumbled out of the crowd and knocked into his side, shoving him into a small group of people wearing a lot of leather. He hit the pavement with a surprised oof.
“Sorry!”
A hand reached down to him. Dean squinted up at the stranger’s silhouette haloed by the blinding sun; a man, with… two very large wings.
“Did I fucking die?”
The hand closed around his wrist and pulled.
“I didn’t hit you that h—“
The man’s voice trailed away as Dean stood up and met his eyes.
Dean stared.
🌈
The girls pushed their way back through the sea of people to where Sam was standing, bumping into the arm they had raised over the crowd.
“What’s up? Did you spot someone famous?” Charlie said, pushing up on her tiptoes to try to see over the crowd. Her red hair was beaded with little pearls of water from the misters, sticking to her face.
“No, get this,” Sam said, lowering their phone and tapping the screen. Chewing on a grin, they turned it to show Charlie.
She grabbed the phone.
“Shut up. No way.“
🌈
He was tall, almost as tall as Dean, with messy dark hair and big blue eyes, a strong stubbled jaw and a mouth that made Dean think strawberry marshmallow. The very tanned, very smooth skin of his chest was on full display, showing off a wordy tattoo on his left side, just under his ribs.
The only thing he wore above the waist was a pair of great big, rainbow-feathered wings. Like proper enormous, angel-of-the-lord sized wings.
Dean shut his hanging jaw with a click.
“Are you alright?” The man asked, his voice as low and gritty as the pavement that had caught Dean’s fall. Dean dusted off his hands.
“Uh, depends. Are you real?” He leaned back and tapped one of the leather clique chicks on the shoulder. “Hey, sorry. Can you see him too?”
“What, the gay angel? Yeah.”
Dean held out his arms in a tah-dah sort of gesture. “Hallelujah.”
The man’s eyes caught on one of Dean’s hands.
“You’re bleeding.”
Dean looked down. The stinging skin of his palm was, indeed, starting to bleed.
“Ah, it’s nothing,” he said, blotting it on his black shirt. He watched the blood start to well up again. Angel guy came closer, his fingers grazing the back of his hand like he wanted to cradle it but didn’t want to come across as too familiar. The hesitant brush was almost more intimate than if he had just taken his hand. An electric thrill ran up Dean’s spine and he tensed to prevent a visible shiver.
“I’m very sorry. I knew the wings were a bad idea,” the man said.
“You kidding? It’s the most badass shit I’ve seen all day. Did you build them yourself?”
“My brother did. His are pink, yellow, and blue.”
“There’s more of you?”
“Just us,” he said. “Here, at least.”
Dean tipped his chin up a fraction. He clapped the man’s shoulder amicably.
“Us black sheep are cuter anyway,” he said, and reveled in the small smile he got in return. “I’m Dean.”
“Hello, Dean,” the man said, taking Dean’s proffered hand and shaking it. “Castiel.”
“Wow. Props, man. Never heard that one before.”
“You’re not religious?”
“What?”
“It’s the name of an angel.”
“Oh. Is that why…?” Dean asked, gesturing to the wings. Castiel nodded.
“My siblings and I are all named for angels. Gabriel thought these would be fitting. And adequately blasphemous."
Dean grinned.
🌈
“Who do you work for?”
Sam jumped and Charlie yelped at the sudden accusatory voice behind them. The group turned to find a man glaring daggers, hands on his hips.
Above his head stretched a pair of pink, yellow, and blue wings.
“What’s with the sneaky pictures of my friend over there, huh? What are you, P.I.s?”
“Nothing like that!” Charlie said, holding out a placating hand. “That man in the black shirt over there is their brother!”
The winged man looked up at Sam, who was nodding vigorously, and immediately adopted a less intimidating stance.
“Ah. Sibling blackmail, I respect it. Whatcha got?” He said, and moved in with eagerly wiggling fingers.
🌈
“The freckles are a nice touch.”
Dean snorted. “Sure. Looks like I contracted a bad case of the gay.”
Castiel laughed, throwing his head back. His dark hair shone like a rich red wine where it caught the sunlight.
“Condolences,” he said. "Did you know, some people believe they're angel kisses?"
"What?"
"Freckles."
A sly smile grew on Dean's face. "You tryina take credit for something, angel?"
His smile only got bigger the pinker Cas' cheeks got.
"Of course not, Dean. Just making small talk."
They stood in line together at the drinks tent, caught between the baking pavement and the punishing sun. Dean grimaced and pulled his bi pride feather boa away from his neck, arranging it like a sash so it didn’t touch as much skin.
“God. Don’t those things itch?”
“No. They’re very hot, though,” Castiel said, pulling the wings away from his back to let the breeze through. Dean eyed the curve of his spine in the little alcove he’d created – the way his skin shone with sweat, the outlines of his phone and his wallet against the swell of his, uh. Castiel started to turn and Dean quickly averted his gaze.
“How’s your hand?”
Dean lifted it between them. It was still trying, sluggishly, to bleed.
“I’ll see if I can get some ice and napkins,” Castiel said.
“It’s fine, man, really.”
“To you.”
“Cas.”
“What can I get you two?”
They looked up to find that they were next in line to order. Dean started to open his mouth to correct the person but stopped when Cas touched his hand.
“I got it. What do you want?”
“You don’t—“
“Dean.”
“Fine.” He’d just sneak the ten into Castiel’s pocket later.
He gave his order and stood off to the side, holding his drinks while he watched Cas pay for them, asking for extra ice and napkins. Dean rolled one cold, wet beer bottle against the side of his neck, eyes on Cas’ slender fingers as he tucked his wallet back into his pocket. The motion pulled the waistband of his jeans lower over his hipbones and Dean had to look away or risk accidentally boiling the beer he held against his skin.
“Here, over here.”
Cas led them past the drinks tent and up onto the grass, finding a relatively uncrowded shady spot under a large tree. He set his drinks on the ground and gestured for Dean to give him his hand.
Dean hissed when the ice hit his palm.
“Sorry.”
“Dude, quit apologizing.”
There was a flash of blue when Cas’ eyes flicked to look up at him. He patted one of the napkins gently against Dean’s raw skin.
“Thank you,” Cas said.
“…Weird track switch, but sure?"
“For letting me help,” Cas clarified. He gave a wry smile. “Despite protest.”
Something akin to panic fluttered like a single trapped moth behind Dean’s ribs. Shit, was this goodbye? Why did this sound like goodbye? This couldn’t be all there was.
“It, uh… it ain’t all better yet,” he said. Cas’ brow furrowed.
“What?”
Dean’s heart was hammering. Risk it? Risk it?
God, yeah.
“You didn’t kiss it.”
Cas searched his eyes. Dean wondered if his own pulse was visible slamming against his neck.
Slowly, Cas lifted Dean's hand between them. He touched his lips to Dean’s palm, over the napkin. Dean swallowed.
“Better?”
Dean shook his head. God, he was going to rupture several veins the way his heart was going, but something – maybe everything – about this guy made him want to throw caution to the winds. He took a step closer. He turned his hand in Cas’ lax grip so his fingers brushed the strong line of his jaw.
Cas didn’t stop him. He leaned in.
Dean closed his eyes and kissed him.
“WOO!”
“YEEOW!“
They leapt apart, almost spilling the drinks by their feet.
“Jesus!”
Sam, Charlie, Dot, and Eileen were standing at the curb by the drinks tent, whooping and hollering along with a man wearing a set of pink, yellow, and blue wings. Gabriel leaned back to check Sam’s raised phone screen, then cackled and high-fived them.
“Don’t worry guys, we got it!” Gabriel called, throwing them a thumbs-up while Sam gleefully showed the other three the footage. Dean looked over at Cas like he was afraid Cas might try to deck him. He found Cas watching him in much the same way.
“Do you know those people?” Cas said.
“Unfortunately. The skyscraper? That’s my sibling. The gals were the ones who talked me into attending. I don’t know how they found your brother.”
“Trust me. Gabriel found them.”
“Awesome.”
The group was coming in to join them under the tree, making ridiculous cooing noises.
“You’re all horrible,” Dean said, and swiped the drink he’d ordered for Eileen before she could grab it. She pouted at him. He narrowed his eyes and mouthed traitor, but gave it over anyway. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, then discreetly flicked her eyes in Cas’ direction and signed he is smokin’ so only Dean could see it. Dean shrugged in the universal sign can you blame me? and she grinned.
“So when’s the big daaay?” Gabriel sing-songed, looping his arm through Cas’. Cas shoved him off.
“It’s a wonder I make any friends with you around.”
Gabriel just laughed and pinched his sides, making him hunch over defensively, which brought his head low enough for Gabriel to pull him into a noogie.
“Oooo looked like a little bit more than friends, little bro!”
“Gabe!”
“I’m so proud of you!“ Charlie said, swinging a punch at Dean’s arm. “Way to just go for it!”
“Charlie, ow?”
“Our little gaybie, growing up so fast.” She wiped away a false tear. Dean rolled his eyes and pulled his feather boa from his shoulder, winding it in loose coils around Charlie’s neck and lower face. She laughed, spluttering through the feathers.
He jumped when he realized Gabriel was standing right at his shoulder.
“Shit. How do you do that with those on?” Dean said, looking up at the wings. Gabriel just narrowed his eyes at him, singular in his focus, like he was reading the fine print of his soul through the back of his retinas. His gaze shifted to consider the middle of his face.
Dean hissed when Gabe suddenly gave him a cheerful clap on the arm. It was right on the same spot Charlie had punched.
“Damn it,” Dean muttered, rubbing his arm.
“Cute freckles, Prince Charming.”
“Thanks.”
Apparently satisfied, Gabe turned away, almost knocking Dean over with one of his wings. “Seriously melting my balls off out here, where’s the nearest ice cream tent?”
“The snowcone van is right over there,” Dot said, pointing. Charlie bounced up and down, grabbing Dot’s arm.
“Ooo! Do you think they have rocket pops?”
“Gangway!” Gabriel declared, leading the charge back towards the thick of the crowd milling on the street. Charlie and Dot followed in his feathery wake.
“Hey, um,” Sam said, still hovering nearby. “I can delete that video. I don’t mean anything by it. Your business is your business.”
“Since when?” Dean said. He felt feathers brush his arm and glanced over.
Cas met his eyes, his gaze a calm, steady blue. Dean’s stomach did a little pirouette.
“Might be nice to remember. Look back on someday,” Cas said. Dean raised his eyebrows.
“You goin’ somewhere?”
In his periphery, Sam and Eileen started to sidle away. Dean hooked Cas’ pinky with his own, loose.
“I wasn’t going to presume anything,” Cas said. Dean’s fingers crept further, capturing Cas’ ring finger along with his pinky.
“Yeah I probably shouldn’t, either.”
Cas looked down, threading their fingers together properly. Their palms settled against each other. When he raised his eyes, it was tentative, almost shy.
Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this giddy. He swung their joined hands between them.
“Hey. Did it hurt?” He said.
Cas squinted at him. “What?”
“When you fell from heaven.”
Dean cackled when Cas rolled his eyes in a dramatic full-body gesture and shoved him over onto the grass.
Feathers and Freckles on Ao3
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How interesting, I hadn't looked at it that way. So it's an affectation that she thinks makes her looks classier than she is.
Ahhh.. something that she THINKS makes her look classier. Just like the Cartier bangle. The panama hat. The Bermuda skorts (yuk). Homemade lemon cake. The blood diamond pinky ring. The faux boatneck tops. Monochrome pantsuits with baggy pants. The 6feet hair extensions. Inappropriate minidresses. The pointy toe stilettos all the time everywhere. The tinfoil minidress she wore that one time. Untied bows on blouses. Rescue chicken as pets. Naming your redhead kid 'Archie'. Private jets. Beige all the time everytime. Wooden barnstyle distress look dining table as a his&hers workdesk. Hermes scarf as a neckerchief on a hike.
And she wonder why when it comes to her brand....nothing sticks. She has more personas than Finland has islands.
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High waisted belted very slim fitted work pants (so they don’t fall down during work), loose boatneck top with the sleeves pinned and rolled (so she still has full motion but her sleeves are out of the way), hair pulled back and braided with a scarf (gifted by a Cute Boy she has a crush on). Not pictured are her boots of springing and striding so she’s fast enough to keep up. Might darken the pants a bit more but I’ve stared at it too long now lol.
Just picturing her running around the temple with this getup doing her volunteer healing thing. Or tossing and apron over it at the bakery lol.
#dnd lemon#lemon dnd#i have no idea how hair works#drawing her cake in skirts/dresses is so much easier lol
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Clothes and Home Dec And the Gamine Look
This picture comes from a page headed "Decorate to your way of living" in the ring-bound Better Homes & Gardens Decorating Book originally published in 1953, again in 1961. Today, I guess we would use the word lifestyle. 5 different sketches appear with 5 different women. Colonial style goes with a woman in a shirt-waist dress who likes things cozy. An ornate chair goes with a woman with an updo and a black dress who likes what is elegant. The sentimental woman with frills on her shirt has a ruffle on her chair. And a formal home and a wingback chair has a woman primping in a hand mirror with pearls on her neck.
And smack in the middle we find this gamine type, the only one in slacks, the only one with cropped hair, in a striped, boatneck top like a French sailor. Gamine is the French way of saying tomboy, by taking a name for a boy and adding the "e" to make it female. She might remind you of Audrey Hepburn in the movie Funny Face which came out in 1957 although the haircut is more like Hepburn in Roman Holiday from 1953.
It was a young look at the time and the sketch described someone who preferred "easy-care materials for informal living." And she preferred a mid-century modern chair. The book offers up the same kind of advice on colors, on harmony, on playing up good points and distracting the eye from bad points for home decoration as the Dress Doctors taught for clothing. For example, "Reserve bright colors for accents of accessories" refers to a bright red paint on the lower half of a wall, when it could just as easily refer to a hat and bag in red.
It sent the message that fashion styles cover both clothing and home decorating. The woman who wanted to modern casual chair would also be the woman who wanted the latest in casual clothing.
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Very important question. What would you wear to the opening of a museum exhibition on paleolithic archaeology? The weather will be chilly and probably rainy. The setting: a 17th century building, creaking floorboards, entire whale skeletons hanging from the ceiling, taxidermied animals encased in glass...
Oh, that sounds so nice!!! What a gorgeous, fascinating place to be, especially in rainy weather!! 🤍🌫️
To be honest, I’d be tempted to wear something rustling, something to float past ivory and wood and glass. Especially since the opening of an exhibition has such festive connotations for me. However, in chilly and rainy weather, that’d have to be combined with something a little warmer. Additionally, the academic context might call for something that balances the romanticism with the serious.
Dream look: a satin-shimmering pencil skirt or a rustling-delicate summer dress with a (possibly bulky) knit sweater on top (I’d combine one light colour with a darker one, so maybe cream, rose, light blue or white paired with wine red, dark green, black, dark blue…). Hair pinned up with a few loose strands; bangles or a delicate bracelet if the sleeves of the sweater are pushed up a bit. Fragrance wise I’m dreaming of Gentle Fluidity Gold, or maybe Eau Duelle — warm, luxurious, elegant. Problem here is that you’d probably have to wear delicate footwear with the skirt, which makes it unrealistic in rainy weather.
Rose in the rain: a delicate, possibly floaty blouse with dark jeans or trousers and leather shoes (preferably some that click while walking on wooden floors). The blouse could be silk, could be lace, could be see-through (red, cream, white…). I’m really into straight leg jeans right now, but skinny would probably work, too (dark blue or black, though). Maybe a fine gold necklace, depending on how far you’re unbuttoning the collar. Hair can be open or loosely pinned up with an elegant clip, or maybe in a (loose) ponytail with a print scarf wrapped around it. You could take a knit sweater here, too, and wrap it around your shoulders in case you get cold — in that case I think open hair looks extra sweet. Maybe I’d do a rosy, delicate fragrance here, Jo Malone Red Roses, NR musc noir rose. Something clear, if that makes sense, light and dreamy. Maybe even extra sophisticated or woody with Bottega Veneta, for example.
Doll: a shirt with a statement collar (can be short sleeved), jeans or dark trousers, a (knit) sweater with a round collar. For the shirt I’m thinking a lace collar, or something embroidered, or maybe Pierrot-esque pleats. Something extravagant that you layer with the sweater. Romantic, playful, but you’re still not going to be cold. Neutral colours (dark bottoms, probably white for the shirt and then brown, beige, black… for the sweater). Hair could be held together by a little bow. No jewellery, except maybe rings or earrings. (Although you COULD also go overkill and do statement collar + necklaces + print sweater, which is also a look, but maybe not quite fitting for this context? If you stick to neutral colours, you could make this cutesy look feel dressed up and serious). Scent wise— Prada Candy? Hypnotic Poison? Eau Duelle? Something warm and sweet but still not too sugary.
The Classic: tweed, cotton, leather. Blazers, blouses, checkered trousers. Turtlenecks. A colour palette of blues or browns. You know the deal. It’s a cute look! Plus, it suits the academic context. To make it less “heavy” (because I do think it works best in winter), maybe try lightening it in places, ie blazer + boatneck collar shirt + trousers/jeans // pleated trousers (black) + turtleneck/shirt (black) + loafers + colourful paisley scarf // blouse + jeans + bow/headband. Scent-wise, I’d probably go with the playful doll options as well, but classics such as In the Library or YSL Libre would definitely be fitting here, too!!
…what a fun occasion!!! I’m daydreaming about glass and bones and muted conversations🌹🌹🌹🌹
#lookbook#this is so late my sweet#I just saw it I’m sorry#♥️♥️♥️#if you already went please tell me how it was!!!! ♥️♥️♥️#ask#Musenkuss
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Okay, here comes the ice dance roast.
I'm calling this first team Olivia and a Half, because dude is barely there. I liked her previous costume too but she's also a smokeshow in this one. I'm convinced they're putting her in distracting costumes so we won't be looking at Tim, who desperately needs to discover that there's an audience there that he should be projecting to. Good outing, but it made me miss Adrian.
I'd give anything for Katerina's skirt lengths not to give me anxiety for one (1) season, and now she's added a long ponytail as well - why does she hate me so? These costumes are giving 2000s more than 80s. They desperately need our mother hen Madison Hubbell to take them under her wing, these unpointed toe kicks are not it.
Why are the Browns skating in what are essentially practice outfits to the famously flamboyant Elton John? Give these talented children funding! Otherwise they slayed, which is why I'm annoyed at the packaging. Best sibling team here, I said what I said.
HanYe with the costumes of the event and possibly the field. Only guy with an actual outfit. I wish her sleeves were attached to the bodice more in the front, we don't need armpit cleavage, but other than that, best dressed. Levels were oof. IAM needs to leave their teams with Paul Mac over the summer to learn how to execute their turns, they've got pretty much everything else figured out.
Holly and Jason looking hot af. I prefer her golden butt to Olivia's in the free. His corset-y mesh top - cunty af. Her bodysuit seems very intricate up close, but I wish that same level of attention went into getting their levels.
Taschlers look okay for a European team and the costumes are accurate for the music choice, but why oh why is the cutout on the side of his stomach round instead of matching her pointed one? Love their attack and unison but wish them better programs moving forward.
I actually like this French team this season and I hate that for me. His boatneck I'll allow because he isn't a broad boye but I'm not quite sure what his top has to do with the 80s. Her outfit is cute but I wish she'd move on from the Slutskaya cut and the henna dyejob to a more contemporary pixie or bob or something, they need to look more polished because they are indeed very trained and technically strong.
Marjo and Zak - my loves. The only ones I genuinely care about, not gonna lie. Seemingly the only team that read the ISU Communication on the theme this year. Fantastic campy costumes, killer performance ability, couldn't take my eyes off them. Noticed in the warmup that the costume designer shaded his butt crack as well and for that, that mofo need Jesus. They need to sort their levels situation out because they're the stars of the discipline, really, but we're not allowed to talk about that just yet (🤫).
Now for the crime of the night - the grand larceny that was Green/Parsons' score. They were the strongest team here across the board, they're the most complete all around, and I was fuming when I saw 4th. They def need to rework the cut but I like this better than the Paula, it suits them, the costumes weren't revolutionary but they both looked fine af. I know he's old enough to be her great uncle but at the same time I don't want them with lesser partners. The judges went out of their fucking way to prevent last year's situation when H/B (let's be honest) obliterated C/B. Maybe if G/Pa weren't coached by human silver medal and Canadian trophy husband Charlie Allen White, they wouldn't be in this mess.
And now for the grand finale - I'm dispatching a firing squad for the tech panel because are you seriously telling me that this team that graduated with honors from the Diana Davis School of Edgework is best-in-class??? And I can see what she was trying to do with the dress but she didn't quite nail it, the front is awkward, the mid-buttcheek zipper-like split in the back is a choice, and the skirt flaps around awkwardly. Meanwhile, Evan's outfit is just low-effort and perfunctory. They should've just put him in a white tank top and lightwash jeans to highlight his white basicness, since he wears her like a jacket for most of their programs anyway, it would've been apropos. They were out-skated but most of the teams here, they had no energy, speed, power or ice coverage, and to top it all off, they were on the edge of disaster in the lift again, and that was the only edge they were on the entire program. They deserve a surprise P/C comeback at this point, I can't take this anymore.
A masterpiece of a roast.
Anon, I want you to know I got three OTHER anons that were excited to hear about your fashion opinions.
Olivia and a Half is beyond correct, I can forget he's there if I squint, and I enjoy the program so much more. I honestly don't think the Browns have ever had a good costume, and that's a damn shame. If Paul MacIntosh cam to IAM, I would cheer for years, they really need a kick in the ass in terms of tech, and quickly. Holly looks so good in that gold outfit, it's wILD. French team I can't even get into, they are never not So Deeply French Looking. You are spot on with G/Pa, they do not deserve to be sitting in 5th right now. I also can't even get into C/B, cause it's just Too Much at the moment when I'm trying to switch into women mode for the short program that starts in 5 minutes.
Anon, you're a damn icon.
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Club Monaco Boatneck Top Black White XS Breton Stripe Womens Shirt Versatile.
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Mirror Palais
Drawstring Tunnel Bustier:
Not functional tie at Center front
Underwire cup
Hook and eye closure with elasticized band
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THIS IS NOT WHAT'S CURRENTLY ON MY MIND BUT FOR THE SAKE OF AVOIDING SPOILERS I WILL NOT—
DOES CHAMPION HAVE ANY TATTOOS THAT WILD GOT THAT HE HATES??? I JUST IMAGINE WILD GETTING OBSESSED WITH SPONGEBOB OR SOMETHING AND HAVING AN AWFUL FULL-BACK TATTOO OF SPONGEBOB AND CHAMPION HATES IT
HA okay this one isn't spoilery but I kinda like it.
Wild was faint of heart when it came to things that would hurt. Even his conch piercing was a bit of a feat for him, but he did go through with it. So no, not tattoos, but Wild cut up enough of Champion's old T-shirts - making them sleeveless, or boatneck, or crop tops - that Champion required a whole new wardrobe.
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i want this but i think the last time i had a boatneck top it gave me insane sensory issues lol... i can wear regular round necklines but something about these makes my brain go "choking me choking me choking me" the whole time i have it on
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