A night of firsts.

On our monthiversary (one month of wedded bliss), we hightailed it to Candle 79 for a slap up dinner.

A couple of Acquisitions had their maiden voyage: my Burberry olive sateen evening jacket that I practically stole from Nordstrom Rack it was so reduced (68% off); and a new cheap but adorably cute pair of Madden Girl by Steve Madden heels.

Also revealed to the adoring public for the first time was my night time RHR (NTRHR, not to be confused with One’s day time RHR or DTRHR), which I haggled (somewhat) for in NYC’s Diamond District on W 47th St. It’s a smokey quartz (nothing fancy) surrounded by two haloes of white and cognac diamonds (which are my favouritest part; Sass I’m thinking of you here), set in rose gold. I have to admit I’m pretty swayed by the size of baubles and this one is definitely on the knuckleduster scale. I can’t link on the iPad but once I can I’ll link to the shop I went to, as they were good to deal with and not at all pushy unlike many of the dealers on 47th.

As a side note: I researched this, both vendor and stone. When you go to the Diamond District, unless you’re in the market for serious bling of such magnitude that reputations ride on it, it’s pretty much caveat emptor and I wasn’t prepared to go and deal entirely on trust.

Speaking of serious bling, apart from the big kids on 5th Ave where you would expect to see bird egg sized rocks, I have never seen so many 10 carat plus ginormo-stones ever as I have in 47th. Really puts Australia’s market in sharp perspective. Eeeek.

*Why yes, that is my husband brushing his teeth in the background of photo 1.

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In the trenches.

An exciting new purchase, entirely unplanned but longed for.

I love classic pieces, the kind that you can happily hand down to daughters with pride that your choices have stood the test of time. I would die happy if my granddaughters, fossicking through my wardrobe, hauled out pieces to wear themselves (and thought their grandma was awesomely cool).

The trenchcoat is a classic. Emerging literally from the trenches, its utilitarian origins have ensured that form has followed function – in my opinion a hallmark of real style – and its continued use in both classic and reimagined styles has kept it top of the totem pole.

Burberry, despite their chavvy connotations of late, are the ultimate purveyors of the trench. Their coats stand the test of time both stylistically and literally. My mum bought a wool coat in London in the 70s which is still pristine and chic, and I have a calf-length grey-blue trench which must be at least 35 years old and, with some mending of the cotton lining, is holding its shape perfectly and is a regular in my coat rotations.

Strolling through Greenwich Village I wandered into the Burberry Brit store, Burberry’s diffusion line, and honed in on some reasonably priced trenches. The SA took us downstairs where the main line Burberry range was available for comparison, and I was pleasantly surprised that that price difference was not prohibitive, which expanded my choices considerably.

I was originally very tempted by a Burberry Brit trench in a light coffee colour, similar enough to the classic camel/honey but dark enough for me. I often feel that as a light blonde (natural, daaaahling*) with a tan (from hols in Sorrento of course*) that wearing lots of pale colours makes me look like a giant caramel swathed in a tea-stained sheet. Sure enough, despite the very Frenchy vibe I got from the coffee, I turned to black. On a practical note, I should also add that I am a total grub who can’t be trusted to wear light colours because I will dribble food, splash toothpaste or smudge eyeliner on things before I even leave the house, and that I hope that the next few years of my life will involve a number of small people who drool, vomit, play in mud and have sticky fingers and dirty nappies. Camel is just not a colour that will survive.
*these are terrible lies

I loved the gabardine of the main Burberry line range, and being part of the full heritage of the brand. What won me, however, were the zip pockets and sleeves of a black Burberry Brit trench, which are a bit … zippier? … and also very practical. Et Voila! I am joined by my lovely new trench, a size too big to allow for underclothes, beautifully cut and constructed, and sure to be paraded around by my granddaughters.

Notes:
Photos 1 and 2

Trench is belted with a knot as per instructions from the Hero, Maggie Alderson
My unfortunate trademark of wet dog hair
Shoes: Crocs
Jeans: Hudson
Watch: Raymond Weil

Photo 3
Trench is pinned back for an open look
Shoes: Converse light in optical white
Jeans: Hudson
Belt: Portmans
Jumper: Petit Bateau
Sunglasses: Gucci
Watch: Toy
Jewellery: you know the drill

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Sunny Sunday in Greenwich.

Sunday lunch in Greenwich Village.

Valiantly trying to work stripes, yellows, neutrals, blues and whites together. Not sure how successful it is.

Shoes: Havaianas
Jeans: Hudson
Belt: Forever New
Singlet underneath: Target
Singlet: Petit Bateau
Cardigan: Banana Republic
Bag: Guess
Sunnies: Gucci
All other accessories the usual suspects.

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They call me mellow; We all live in a; It was all.

I think I feel a new accent colour coming on.

Yellow adds a bright splash to my frequent navy-white-red combo, or a tonal highlight to my other olive-neutral-browns.

I have to be careful about this bright yellow blouse though; if I team it with too much black I look like a bumblebee, and if I work it back with too much white I look like a fried egg.

This new bag is made by the touch of dark, almost orangey yellow, and the green-undertoned neutrals are a good way to incorporate the snakeskin trend without looking like you’ve slithered yourself into a python casing. Blerk.

I do think that although I love the colour of these jeans, having been a couch potato for a month has made my thighs look like overstuffed chorizo in them. These daily photos are quite motivating.

Shoes: Crocs
Jeans: Lee Riders
Belt: Macy’s
Singlet: Target
Blouse: Barkins
Blazer: Cue
Bag: Guess
Scarf: Old Navy
Jewellery: nothing new.

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Noo Yawk

Aha! My technologically adept husband has taught me to use HD photos on the iPhone.

Noo Yawk.

Shoes: Havaianas
Jeans: True Religion (four weeks of feasting, boozing and nonrunning have given me a bit of a muffin top in these. All the others are in the wash!)
Belt: Cheapie from Macys.
Singlet: Petit Bateau – got two cos they were half price. Love.
Second photo: Jumper: Old Navy lurex; Bag: Guess; Scarf: Old Navy.
Sunnies: Tom Ford.
Cuff: Kate Spade. See? It’s really working hard!
All other jewellery the usuals.

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Back in Black

Today’s outfit for a 28 degree day to wander around Harvard. All black to make myself appear like a Foucault-reading intellectual.

Going out with wet hair is an unfortunate trademark.

Shoes: old comfortable Novos.
Jeans: Hudson
Belt: cheapie from Macy’s. One day we’ll talk about the frustration of finding good quality non-leather belts.
Top: cheapie from Old Navy.
Watch: Toy
Sunnies: Tom Ford
All other jewellery the daily stalwarts.

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