Showing posts with label Love Yourself Sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Yourself Sick. Show all posts

Monday, 15 June 2015

I am in Print, People.

 I love Art Quill Studio's blog.
It has became a veritable oasis of knowledge for me; augmenting
the textile theory lessons at the chalkface.
Marie-Therese, an academic posts most Saturdays, early, and I
always seemed to read her posts when my spirits are flagging a little at the end of the
working week. I confess to being a textile tragic, as she does.
Marie-Therese is also a co-editor at Textile Fibre Forum magazine.
One day I hope to meet her.
She found me via the enthusiastic comments I would leave on her blog.
I meant every word.
She invited me to be in an edition of Textile Fibre Forum.
My friend J, came over and shot the high-resolution photos.
That was the day the light-box bath-tub got the flick.



My article is a nod to fashioning fleurs from thermoplastic fabrics.
I am a cover-girl, well, just inside it anyway.
I would be lying to say I am not chuffed.













Thank you, Textile Fibre Forum, it is an absolute thrill to be in the magazine.
I will be getting a subscription.



Saturday, 28 March 2015

Find your Tribe: The Hat Box

I left the dog-of-the-year at home and quietly slipped out to a special event this week.
The Hat Box's Winter Launch.
With all its finery: wool felt, silk and feathers.
Headpieces and hats.
 I can honestly never say I have been disappointed by a Hat Box 'do.
This week's Winter Launch was no exception.
Held at the The Emporium Hotel's cocktail bar.
It was truly lovely.
Here's Dale, The Hat Box's proprietor and doyenne of millinery style,  looking the goods in white lace.
 If The Hat Box was a club; I would be happy to be a member.
 I have found my tribe.

 Rich, poor, married, single, children, no-children, workers in-the-home or other.
Young, old, short or tall.
Don't under-estimate any of us.
You must differentiate.
The are no hollow stereotypes here.
 And, we are are somewhat fierce looking.
Yet, very kind.
 And, that's the way I like it.
 We enjoyed at bit of this. 
 A bit of that.

Popped on all sorts of frippery.
 Watched the Show.
Thirty pieces worn by the loveliest models.
Who brought their personalities on to the catwalk showcasing
feathered and felt finery.
 I was chuffed to see my Chanel inspired fleur, lace and coque feathered headpiece out for a viewing.
The promptly purchased by a kindred spirit.
Thank you, Lovely.
The piece came up a treat; even if I must say so myself.


Stunning orange blocked felt with sculpted feathers.
Don't even start me on the green boater.
Love.
 I gilded the lily and wore an embroidered lace number.
My old black sling-backs from a decade ago.
I know, shop in your own wardrobe is good advice.
A matched Flora carnation trimmed headband.
 I might need to be stopped from buying this pink felt top hat, as below.
What are we thinking?
J'adore.



 Stay enthused and kind to your tribe.
It's nice.
I am gearing up for a bit of time away from the chalkface.
Holidays, hooray for Easter!
What have you got planned?