Pretty Please: Les Petits Joueurs’ Mondrian Line

Mondrian

In an earlier post, I alluded to my incomparable White Stripes obsession.  I credit them for my love of all things Piet Mondriantheir second album, De Stijl, features the artist’s work in the cover art and liner notes, and the sounds of the record itself are as pared down and minimalistic as the paintings and architecture of the De Stijl movement.

It should be no surprise that I’m drooling over these bags by Les Petits Joueurs.  I’m a little late to the game (these are FW ’14-’15), but it’s not as if I could pay for one of these lovelies anyway!

Normally, color blocking and boxy shapes don’t figure much into my wardrobe, but I’d make an exception for these.

Janis Mondrian

Every thick black line, every rectangle, every blast of color sings to me.  It’s amazing what primary colors and a few boxes can do–they’re punchy, bold, and not a little cheeky.  For God’s sake, there are LEGOS applied to these bags!

Andy Mondrian

You can find the rest of the collection here.  And I definitely suggest you take a look–it’s filled with kitschy, almost cartoonish bags in classic styles.

As We Followed in the Dance

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This, friends, is the one outfit I cling to with the passion of a thousand suns.  When I’m tired and just want to go to sleep but I know I need to pick out tomorrow’s outfit, this sweet, streamlined two-parter always saves the day.

It’s so very Parisian, so very slim, so very gamine.  It makes me feel like Audrey Hepburn in full color.  I feel cute, flirtatious, vivacious.  I just feel so cool.

Ordinarily, I never, ever wear socks with those smoking loafers, but with the weather as dreadful as it is lately, I figured I may as well have a little fun while I keep warm.  So there you have it, three patterns for the price of one!

Necklace: Modcloth

Top: Forever 21 (old)

Pants: Gap

Socks: Forever 21 (old)

Smoking loafers: Gap, old

Bag: Stitch Fix

Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground

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Today’s outfit was inspired by none other than the White Stripes, the love of my musical life.  From about 12 through 16, I listened almost exclusively to their music or to music that inspired or influenced them.  Posters, magazine clippings, and pictures I printed from the internet were all taped to my walls, and I could think of no happier fate than to marry Jack White.

To say I was obsessed would be a bit of an understatement.  The crowning achievement of my Stripes phase was wearing exclusively red, black, and white.  Every day.  For three years.  My commitment was unshakeable.  People noticed, and they probably scoffed, but I couldn’t possibly care.  Even back then, I was resolutely impervious to whatever people though of my clothes.

Today was an homage to those days.  While I no longer want to be Jack White’s bride and have since moved on to a much more eclectic taste in music, I still love the band and its simple little color palette.

Scarf: old

Triangle necklace: Stitch Fix

Telephone necklace: Modcloth

Cardigan: Modcloth

Tank: Gap, old

Skirt: Thrifted

Tights: Delia’s, old

Socks: Urban Outfitters, old (Similar)

Shoes: Old

In the Pup Lane

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First of all, I am wearing tights.  My legs aren’t that pasty.

Second, a cold and freezing temperatures does not a good pair make, so I had to lug the ol’ tripod back into the house for these pictures.  Today is shaping up to be such a nice, lazy day.  Despite getting off to a rough start at the gym (where someone in a Lexus took my parking spot even though I called dibs with my blinkers), the rest of the day has been all about cookies, puppies, and hanging out with my brother and sister-in-law, who have returned from a stunning honeymoon in New Zealand.

Anyone want to take me there?

Anyway, I really like the way this dress fits me.  Everything is proportionally spot-on for me, which is fairly rare for me to find.  The waist is where it’s supposed to be.  The length doesn’t make my legs stumpy.

Not to mention the back is all cut-out and glorious.  Gotta keep that under wraps.  It might be too sexy for some to handle.

Hat: Urban Outfitters

Dress: ModCloth

Tights: Delia’s (old)

Socks: Forever 21 (old)

Bracelet: Vintage (from my mom)

Boots: Dolce Vita (old)

Chilly, Chilly Is the Evening Time

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So here’s the thing about my hair–I don’t really give a shit about it.  Probably the best way to describe it is by ripping a line from Memoirs of a Geisha: “She seemed to regard her hair the way a train regards its smokestack: it was just the thing that happened to be on top.

This is unfortunate, because my mom is a hairdresser, and I am her only girl.  I expect that she probably hoped her daughter would follow in her footsteps and at least take some interest in coiffeture, but that ain’t me.

That being said, I noticed in some of my pictures that it makes a pretty big difference if my hair looks decent.  So, there.  It’s straight.  It looks nice.

I think I’ve got the rest of the look down, though.  Wouldn’t you agree?  I was at work and couldn’t wait to get home to snap some more pictures.  Sometimes I sit down and write out all my plans for the photo shoot, and it gives me something to look forward to while I’m proofreading hundreds of hex nuts.

I’m crazy about that bag, but the sad thing is that I can’t use it very often!  It doesn’t hold much; in fact, my giant Galaxy S5 just barely fits.  At least I get to take it on these photo field trips.

Necklace 1: Forever 21 (old)

Necklace 2: ModCloth

Shirt: Thrifted

Skirt: The Limited (old)

Tights: Urban Outfitters

Boots: eBay (search Danexx boots)

Bag: Jump From Paper

Apple Pickin’ Time

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At the beginning of the year, I had a New Year’s resolution to write on this blog once a month.  Apparently, I’m a bit of an overachiever, because I’ve definitely surpassed that goal.

Working on this blog makes me feel incredible.  Normally, I get an ugly kind of depressed in the winter, but ever since I started posting in earnest, I haven’t felt all that down.  I have a purpose, a creative outlet.  And I love putting all my energy into it.

Going off that, I’ve been having more fun with my outfits lately, trying things I wouldn’t normally do.  This has resulted in today’s ensemble, which (to me, at least) screams MODCLOTH.

A-line dress?  Check.  Sweet pattern?  Check.  Statement bag?  Check.  Tiny and adorable accessory?  Oh, you betcha.

I felt so cute in this dress, which was a major plus since the rest of me was under the weather.  I can’t get over those little apples–it makes me wish for fall again!

Headband: Forever 21 (old)

Necklace: ModCloth

Shirt: Gap (old)

Dress: ModCloth

Tights: ModCloth

Shoes: ModCloth

Bag: ModCloth

Hazy Shade of Winter

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On the day I took these photos, I had just gone to my Sunday BodyPump class and was feeling pretty excited about my blossoming biceps.  They’re not that big, or even that noticeable, but for once, I don’t have what I call “spaghetti arms.”  The rest of my body is starting to whip into shape, too, and that’s why I was so eager to wear this dress in particular.

It’s only been in the last few months that I decided to take control of my health.  I was tired of eating Lucky Charms every night for cereal and feeling under the weather all the time.  I was frustrated with myself for not putting more effort into working out.  I finally got my shit together, saw a nutritionist, and started taking Les Mills classes, and I feel better than I ever have.  Gone are my high school days of eating two granola bars a day (and that was it).  Au revoir to my college days of binging at the dining hall.  Farewell to Lucky Charms every damn night!

It follows, then, that my body has responded quite well to this new treatment.  I’m not really any smaller than I was before I started this new chapter, but everything just feels harder.

SO HELL YEAH I’M GOING TO WEAR THIS TIGHT LITTLE DRESS!  AND I’M GONNA WEAR IT PROUD!

Dress: Urban Outfitters (old)

Scarf: old

Tights: Urban Outfitters (old)

Boots: Vintage (search eBay for Danexx

Bag: Modcloth