A highly illustrated day.

First the new Vogues. Some lovely formal dresses but unless this blog is awarded for an Academy Award in the original costumes by an independent, or in the slightly more likely event that I am appointed ambassador to France (reflecting only that option A was really unlikely) I am probably wouldn't get much wear out of them. Best I can hope for in formal functions in this century is mother of the bride and if that's in the immediate cards someone is not telling me something.


However.


It was a startling collection for other reasons.


First of all it appears I continued to be stalked by the Channel jacket. Claire Shaeffer has caught up with me. This one had NO MORE EXCUSES written all over it.


Climbed right back into the bucket list:

Not sure I can get a motorcycle helmet to match. Believe mine has a purple monster on it. Gloves are not purple.

But there was, incredibly a dress that really is something I would wear at lot. Got real dress written all over it. 

I probably won't do this walk with it though, not in those shoes:

Thank you so much for the sewing extension table ideas. Got to find some of that Styrofoam. In the meantime this is what my husband has made as a prototype. Exactly what a person would need to make another Chanel jacket:

So busy.