The Green Shoe Dairy
Custom dyed emerald green pumps
who doesn't need a pair of emerald green pumps with rhinestones to match their shades of green evening ensemble? Nuf said….
Day 173
Green with Envy
Celery & Emerald Green Silk Column dress and coat.
This is a stunning, heavy duty silk column dress with a coordinating coat and shoes. Yep, there are just some pieces that are no brainers, I may have no idea where I will ever wear this, but I can't bear to think about getting rid of it. It is also in pretty great shape. I have no photos of my mom in this, I wish I did though, I'm sure she would have looked amazing.
Day 172
Smiles Everyone...
Vintage Purple and Pink Cabbage Rose dress
This is such a sweet cocktail dress. My mother loved this, and I know that there are pictures of her wearing it, but I have to find them. I do remember her vividly in the dress, though, it was such a lovely color on her, and it brought out the roses in her cheeks. When my mother smiled, she had the greatest cheeks, I know that may sound weird, but I loved the way her checks would raise and her eyes would sparkle. It turns out, there is an actual name for that kind of smile; it is called a 'Duchenne' smile after a French neurologist. Here is a little info that I looked up on it:
"Dr Guillaneume Duchenne further defined the differences in smiles. A true genuine smile stimulates the zygomatic major muscle and lifts the corners of the mouth in an upward movement and the muscles around the eyes (the orbicularis oculi) to wrinkle up, also known as crow's feet, by pulling on the cheeks. Dr Duchenne noticed that "fake" smiles or smiles not attached to any specific emotion, engages the zygomatic muscle but not the orbicular oculi muscle. This is why true, voluntary and intentional smiles are referred to as Duchenne Smiles."
Wow! Who Knew?! I'll take crows feet over a fake smile any day. The pics below are two of my favorites of my mom, it's the smile in both, that makes me love them.
Duchenne Smile
Day 171
Friends
From the snow globe collection
Recently, I started getting back into the groove with posting. Recovering the satellites so to speak, from what had been a simultaneously wonderful and challenging trip back East to dive into what still remained from a large collection of my mother’s belongings. And then I got a call. My father called to let me know that our neighbor and very dear friend, Gretchen Lengyel, who had been struggling with the same horrible disease as my mother, was now being given palliative care. The news hit me like a punch in the stomach, and I could not contain my tears when I called my father back to talk to him about it. A day later, she was gone.
I got to see Gretchen one last time this summer at my friend Lizzy’s wedding. I was so happy to see her, and she looked wonderful. She had her same wry smile and fantastic sense of humor, but I could tell she was tired. I knew exactly how hard she was fighting. The trajectory of her disease and my mom’s was so similar, and they both fought with such elegance, grace and humor.
Gretchen was loved by all that knew her, you could not help but be drawn to her, she was such a warm, loving and kind woman, with the most wonderfully irreverent sense of humor. I can still hear her laugh, and feel her great big hugs. She always welcomed me into her home and was one of the only people in the world outside of my family allowed to call me “baby Amy.” My parents and the Lengyels were not just neighbors, they were friends. I know how much my mom loved Gretchen and Peter, and I believe the feeling was mutual.
My heart breaks for her incredible children, grandchildren and husband Peter, and I will be there for them in any way I can.
My mother was a collector of a great many things, and one of her largest collections was snow globes. On my last day in Long Island, hours before my flight, I photographed this snow globe on a lark. It is in my old room, on my night table under the window that faces Gretchen and Peters front porch.
The words that are written across the rim of the flower pot are “Friends are like flowers from the garden of life.” Yes. Yes I believe they are.
Love you always Gretchen.
Your Friend-
Amy
Day 170
Scents and Scents-ability
Coco Knows best
There is nothing more powerful than the feeling a scent can evoke. This was not the only scent my mother wore, but it was certainly one of the biggies. For me, my mother will always be tied to a few key fragrances; Guerlain's 'Shalimar,' YSL's 'Opuim', Estee Lauder's 'Youth Dew' and of course, Chanel #5. As classic fragrances go, these are all heavy hitters, (no pun intended.) If I think about each of the fragrances, they are indeed, all really heady and intense. They would get caught in a sweater or scarf and linger for days, weeks, years...I think about the fragrances I am drawn to, I love light florals; Jo Malone's 'Orange Blossom', 'Antonia's Flowers' Robert Piguet 'Fracas', and yes, when I was I high school the whole family of "Loves" fragrances. But as I am getting older, I find that even though I live in Southern California, I find myself reaching for deeper more intense fragrances, the kind that feel like they envelope you in warmth.
Not long before my mother passed away, my husband and I were visiting Portland, where I had gone to college. I have always loved it there, and I felt very happy to be there with my dear friends. We stopped in a lovely little shop that was selling fragrance oils hand made in town, that is where I found my favorite fragrance, the one that despite it's name (Dark Wave) always brings me comfort. If you ever run across it, give is a sniff, let me know what you think. Here's a link in case you want to know more about it.
http://olofragrance.com/collections/olo
Olofragrance "Dark Wave"
Hand Embroidered Peruvian silk blouse
Day 169
For sure this must have been my Grandmothers's or, maybe it was a gift for my mother from her. I am so crazy about this top, it looks amazing with the ivory silk maxi skirt, and I think it would be equally great with jeans. That is the thing I like so much about the last three pieces posted, They are all great together, or on their own. There really is so much diversity in this collection. Trust me, I will get to a few pieces that will probably not move into my daily rotation (Opera cape anyone?), but really there are a lot of surprisingly wearable pieces in the mix. I think some take more moxie to pull off than others, but this-this is any easy sell.
Day 168
How flattering
Vintage Floral Gucci Peau de Soie Flats
Such sweet little flats, I am not sure of the circa on these, but I do know that this pattern was first designed in 1966 for Princess Grace of Monaco, and that in 2013, Gucci resurrected it for another round of spring/summer fashion, Any way, these are perfect for Palm Beach, Long Island in the summer, and of course for LA.
Here's a pic of the suit they did for 2013...I adore it!!!
Gucci 2013
Day 167
Pleats please
Vintage Silk Pleated Maxi Skirt
I am in love with this skirt, It holds that perfect place between formal and effortless, it is easily something that could be worn with stilettos and a strapless top, or sandals, a tee shirt and a denim jacket. I did not even wait to send this skirt home in a carton, this went straight home in my hanging bag. The hand of the silk is so incredible, very substantial, and yet effortless to wear. So special.
Day 166
Roar!!!!
Vintage purple and gold leopard top.
This is an eighties hidden treasure. The designer behind this peplum waist silk blouse is Ann May. I have done a fair bit of internet research on her but with the exception of finding one or two vintage websites that have a top listed as hers, she is not a lauded designer, or one that I can find that much about. So all I will say is this top is CLASSIC my mom. Not only is it silk a leopard print blouse, but it is also in tones of deep purple and gold! Huzzah! It was as if the universe aligned to make her a perfect top. I cinched it with my own belt, channeling the "Gap Girls" SNL skit, but mark my words, as all things in fashion cycle back, we are only a heartbeat away from shoulder pads, peplum and purple.
Day 165
An homage...
Black St. John Knit cardigan circa 1970's
Ah, the St, John knit. If I had to narrow it down, I would have to say that St. John was probably my mothers favorite designer. My mother had a collection of these knits that I believe would rival that of the fashion house itself. My mother began collecting them in the 70's and continued until her passing. That being said, I have inherited a myriad of these pieces, including the St. John ensemble she wore to my wedding, which I may never be able to part with. What I find interesting about this jacket, is what a striking resemblance it bears to a Chanel jacket. I know that this was a piece from the 70's, and I am so intrigued about which one came first- the chicken or the egg?
I need to do more detailed research on the silhouettes, but I did do some research on the knits themselves, in case anyone was curious. It is true, they are very easy to wear, and hold up extremely well.
St. John In order to stretch her own limited wardrobe budget, Marie St. John made her first pure wool knit dress on a flatbed knitting machine in 1962. Her then-fiancé and salesman Bob Gray pitched her designs to department stores and got an order for 84 dresses on his first try. St. John Knits took off quickly, appealing mostly to a clientele of mature career women who preferred a classic look.
Later, Marie Gray wanted to use a new yarn blending wool and rayon and despite the mill’s warning that the blend wouldn’t take colour well she created a successful blend that was resilient and didn’t wrinkle. Her blend was called ‘Santana’ yarn and soon her garments were made of the new blend, eventually accounting for 75% of all sales under the St. John label.
Stay tuned, there will indeed be more from this oeuvre!
Day 164
Nina Ricci Ensemble
Vintage Nina Ricci Silk dress and jacket
There is not much I can say about this ensemble except "wow" mom, I don't know where you got this, or when you wore it, but I love it. It is SO 80's french. It still looks great today, and yes, this is a keeper! xo
Day 163
Taking Liberties
Liberty of London Silk Scarf
Ahhh scarves, I believe my mother had a collection to rival that of Stevie Nicks in the scarf department. All shapes, sizes, colors & provenance's. This is a lovely Liberty of London, Fall color floral print. I am wearing it with a ladies dress coat, which I will cover in another post. I would also like to note that at the time this photo was shot, it was 88 degrees, 75% humidity. The things we do for love....
Day 162
Dotty
Black and white silk polka dot dress with matching jacket
This is a cute little number, with a pretty drape in back, and a sweet little cropped jacket. I love how timeless this dress is, and even if I did not keep it, I believe that I know several friends that this would look great on. That is an option I have been thinking about recently as well, maybe sharing the love with my closest girlfriends. I would rather some things go to people I know, and that I know would love an appreciate them. After my mom passed, I asked one of her closest friends, that was almost my mom's size, if she would want some of her suits. They look so great on my mom's friend, and I am so happy that she has them, and know that my mom would have been happy about that as well. My mother was very generous, it's a lovely trait to have.
Day 161
Faux Show
Faux Emerald Solitaire
It takes moxie to really pull off a big ol' fake ring like this and not look silly. The truth is, I am not sure any one would view a ring like this and think it was real, unless your last name is "Taylor" But my mom really loved things like this, and why would you not? It really is just pure fun, and would make anyone feel glamorous, and in her defense, she had some pretty good fakes. I am sure this would have been worn with something green (she loved green) I know I will wear it when I want to feel like queen for a day.
Day 160
Birds of a feather
Vintage Silk Jersey Gown with Ostrich Feather cuffs
This is another amazing gown from the collection, I know it seems odd to photograph this in front of our dilapidated tool shed, but I actually like the juxtaposition. This gown is so fun, and feels very silly to me, like something Phyllis Diller would have worn. Again, I have no idea where I would wear this, and yet, it is just too great to let go of. This is I believe the definition of the term "an embarrassment of riches" It seems so ungainly to complain about having all of these beautiful gowns, and yet, when there are too many to know what to do with, or how to store, it actually does become overwhelming. That is why I believe this visual archive will be the best thing that I could do. So that when it does become time to let go, I will still feel that I have some connection, and some way to remember.
Ostrich cuff detail
Day 159
The Bees Knees
Pale Blue Needlepoint flats
What does one say about pale blue needlepoint bee motif flats? That they are AWESOME! I may have accidentally left these in NY, but I'll be back for them, mark my words.
Day 158
My compliments to the Chef
Mom's Chef Jacket
Yes, that's exactly what it looks like-my mom "brûlée-ing" the top of one of her amazing homemade cheesecakes. Of course my mother owned a brûlée torch, as do I. Because if there was one thing my mother loved to do it was to cook, not only just to cook, but to create food that comforted, and delighted people. She loved to open up her home and share a meal , and nothing delights and amazes quite as much as a fabulous desert. Later on in her life, my mother became very involved in the slow food movement and became a charter member of the Southwest Florida chapter. They were espousing what she had always taught me: Use what is real, and the highest quality possible, (always Plugra butter NEVER margarine.) Keep food simple and don't follow every fad. Never underestimate the power of a roast chicken, and chocolate cake. I feel very blessed to have inherited my mothers love of cooking, and I think of her every time I sit down to a meal with my family or friends. In this post, I am wearing her chef's jacket, in her favorite color-chartreuse. Even had flair when it came to wearing something simple like this. I am proud to wear it.
Day 157
Celadon and on…
Pale Green duchesse silk and chiffon evening gown
Rhinestone belt detail
Oh this gown is so beautiful. After looking at the picture of the back of the gown closely, I saw that the collar is meant to be fastened, but I kind of like how it looks open. This is in the yes pile, but truly-when and where am I ever going to wear this? I need to get to an awards show stat!
Day 156
Floribunda
Silk Floral Halter dress
I'm pretty sure this jumpsuit may have been my grandmother's, as it pretty generous in the frontal area, or as I want to start calling it 'Cannery Row.' My grandmother was an amazing woman, funny, loud, affectionate, and outspoken. She was also what is called in yiddish "Zaftig." I used to love to get caught in her arms and be on the receiving end of one of her "plunger kisses". My grandmother has been a model for me of how I behave with my own children, and I tend to gravitate towards women like her (In fact, minus the boobs, she is my friend Sandy!) My mother, had a different relationship with her, for many reasons, and that was not easy for either of them. I know my mother loved my grandmother, but there was a complicated backstory that I did not learn until much later on in my life. I don't believe that any mother daughter relationship is ever neat and clean and perfect. And I know that there was indeed, tremendous love between them. My mother cared for my grandmother until she passed away, and I believe that they sorted through all of their issues. I will never forget my mom telling me, after she and I had had a tremendous fight, that fighting with her mother was one of her greatest regrets. Recently, I was speaking to my youngest daughter about loving my mom, and she remarked "but you and Grandma used to fight" And I said to her "It is one of my greatest regrets" I know it's normal, and it happens. But a piece of advice from someone that has lost both parents. Try if you can to make your peace, in whatever way you can. You will never regret it. Time and distance and great loss, change people fundamentally at their core. At least I know it has for me. I look at people that fly off the handle about parking spaces, or perceived slights, or rumors, and I have to say, I don't have as much bandwidth to deal with that nonsense.
I know this is overly dramatic, and sounds like Samuel L. Jackson's Pulp Fiction's speech, but truly I feel like I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, and I have come out the other side......I'm trying really hard to be the Sheppard. Now with that being said, yes, the Trader Joe's parking lot can still make me cry, and I do care what people think of me, and I am not a perfect person. But I care a lot less about the small stuff than I used to, and I think I have a pretty good sense of what is important. Family, friends and love. Giving and receiving love. That's the good stuff... oh and plunger kisses.
Day 155
All suited up
Vintage Pucci Bathing suit
This is a vintage Pucci bathing suit, I am so surprised that it has any elastic left in it at all, and as my husband said "It has more panels than Real Time with Bill Maher" Yep, that's true, but hey I am a sucker for an artfully placed panel. This is in the maybe pile, it's still in good enough shape to trot out for photos, but certainly not ready for la playa. Maybe with a cute with a jacket and a cute pair of pants?