First off, that is not the “Vegas-y outfit” I referenced in a previous post, which I said I intended to wear. I ended up not even packing it because I chickened out. “I can’t honestly wear that in public! I’m not 21 anymore!” When Hubby saw what I ended up wearing, he was like, that’s not “Vegas,” honey, that’s “country club.” What’s more, I wasn’t going to let the singular fact that the evening clutch/handbag totally did not match the floral blue dress stop me from using the handbag that I spent all last weekend working on! And so there it is. What you see above. Nonsense fashion.
And what about some no-nonsense fashion? See below. You ready for it?
I… love… this dress. I didn’t even see the sign above the store yet and knew exactly who designed this. Carolina Herrera. It’s still elegant and classic-Herrera, but so relevant in the context of my generation and the climate of today’s fashion sensibilities. With that said, not just anybody could pull off this dress. It’s so intense that it would wear most of its wearers. Pretty much, it looks better on the mannequin than it would on any normal everyday woman. It’s an Excalibur of a dress, so after taking the photo, I humbly went on my way. Can’t wait to see which celebrity does end up wearing it on the red carpet.
Anyway, for 24 hours this past weekend, Hubby and I ate. The Buffet of Buffets. Such gluttons. People go to Vegas to gamble, to watch the shows, to let loose and check out the vibrant night scene. Hubby and me? We… we go to eat. And eat. And eat. We were scarfing down fruit tarts, flan, ice cream, and cheesecakes at Planet Hollywood when Spain won the World Cup.
There’s a happy Hubby.
And there’s a happy me (albeit a happy me in dire need of a tan).
As for my tote, it’s Franco Sarto, known more for shoes, but the handbags are great too. The style is cheerful and upbeat. The above is the Vandalay A-line shopper tote. Impeccable detailing; loving the gazillion and one zip pockets; synthetic leather so no animals killed, and yet the material is soft, plush, and gorgeous; and best of all, it fits everything a packrat like me brings on a weekend getaway. Bought it a while ago though, so it’s kind of old and beat-up now.
Photo from the plane over Burbank, California.
We kept away from Internet all weekend. Monday morning I signed on and found out that two of the fabric sources I wanted for my collection were a no. And, folks, it’s back to reality. Sigh. I cried a little river, then got over it and pursued alternative fabric sources. C’est la vie.
I did try to keep the designing wheels greased, so to speak, on the flights to and from. There’s always a sketchbook in my purse. The page on the left is a doodle of an attache I won’t ever be producing. I don’t like it. Don’t even know why I drew it. The page on the right is the Tycooness doctor bag that’ll be in the debut collection. The Tycooness comes with 2 small zip pouches for makeup and things. The legal pad behind it on the left is from work. I can’t for the life of me remember why there’s the word “wheat” scribbled there! My line of work has nothing nothing to do with wheat. Weird. Very weird.