Country Dog Kerchief

Vermont Memories, #4



I remembered last year I visited Vermont right in the middle of hunting season, and that the dogs had to wear brightly colored scraps tied on their collars when we went on walks in the woods so that hunters knew not to shoot should they see them rustling in the bushes. I figured they might like something a little more fashionable this year, and enlisted Meredith's help in a craft project. She whipped up a couple of apple-patterned kerchiefs for little miss Sprout and our host dog Peanut. The only thing Sprout enjoyed more than wearing her new fall accessory was rolling in horse poop, so the kerchief only made it through the first day.

Boat Shoes

2009 Vermeer

Meredith carefully selected a button from her collection and repaired my gray sweater.

Ladies of New York...

... I dig your style, I do. But I just need to share two teeny tiny but ever so important pieces of advice.

1. You know how when you buy a shirt from H&M, there's often a thin piece of ribbon along the back of the collar from shoulder to shoulder? That is so they can hang them up in the stores. They are not meant to remain part of your ensemble.

2. You know when you buy a new winter coat that has a pleat in the back, and it's sewed together with a little x-shaped stitching? That's so the factory can fold 'em into the boxes easier, and again, is not meant to stay there as you wear the coat all winter.

Thanks for listening.

Work It

Even though Fashion Week has come and gone in real time, I've experienced it televisually twice this week. First, and only because I'm really behind in my fall programming, on Gossip Girl. Serena walked the runway (gasp!) in a dress designed by Jenny (gasp!). Then there was Leanne's big win (yay Leanne!) on Project Runway. Not only do I love Leanne's clothes, I also love that she made Tim Gunn ride a bicycle built for two when he visited her in Portland, making for another great Tim Gunn moment, though not as great the turtle poop incident. Oh, and also I'm digging Leanne's glasses. Reappropriate those.

I actually had my own first hand encounter with Fashion Week last month. While waiting to meet Stephan for a breakfast break in Bryant Park, Meredith and I found ourselves smack dab in the middle of Fashion Week action. We watched parades of models march from tent to tent. We stood behind a cluster of paparazzi hoping to see someone interesting (no luck). We were handed lots of free promotional items, including a stuffed rhino head key chain. After we had all met up and purchased a ridiculous amount of pastries from 'Wichcraft & Le Pain Quotidien, we snagged a table and chairs admidst the fashion hub bub. To keep things interesting, Meredith would periodically yell out "Marc Jacobs!"