Why Don't You?

There's this fabulous book I just finished reading by this equally fabulous woman.

She's marvelous, she's theatrical, and her stories are ever so dramatic and interesting. If it's not dining with Jack Nicholson, taking a walk with Andy Warhol, or giving Jackie Kennedy advice about dressing, it's storytelling at its most entertaining and equally as personable, for she has such a way of drawing the reader in.

I would've loved to have coffee with this lady. Or a shot of whiskey. Either or!

My mystery book is a memoir told by the very iconic Diana Vreeland.

In case you weren't aware of her existence, Diana remains one of the most memorable fashion icons during the twentieth century. Not only was she the fashion editor of Harper's Bazaar, but she was also the editor-in-chief of Vogue. She had an extremely fasinating life (enjoyed by the company of quite the crowd of famous friends; including Diaghilev, Buffalo Bill, Josephine Baker, and even England's Queen Mary), but was most fondly remembered for her innate sense of style.

She bestowed this gift upon the world in many ways. Through storytelling, through dressing, and through writing. Sounds a little bit like what I'm going for here!

Anyhow, there's this one column that she's quite known for establishing during her time at Harper's Bazaar called: Why Don't You?

It's an audacious advice column that's designed for the modern woman. And there's some stupendous reccomendations. To wet your whistle, here's a few of my favorites:

Why Don't You?

"Rinse your blond child's hair in dead champagne to keep it gold, as they do in France?"

"Wear loose velvet gloves in wonderful colors-the right hand in violet velvet, the left in burgundy? These gloves at the theatre emerging from a beautiful fur cape would be very effective."

"Tie black tulle bows on your wrists?"

They're fun food for thought ideas and they inspired me to try something different with my look today. Per a recent watching of an episode of Outlander (only my new favorite show), I took inspiration from Claire's character and decided to wear a choker.

Only my choker was actually a strip of vintage rick rack ribbon I tied around my neck.

Why not?

Style is all about originality and the unexpected. It's personal and it tells a story. Mine happens to be something as simple as wanting to tie a ribbon around my neck. But to me, it means wearing something not normally worn. Sure, girls tie ribbon around their hair, and Diana suggested bows on the wrist, but what about around the neck? 

There are so many undiscovered tips for dressing and darling Diana reminded me of the endless possibilities when it comes to style. 

So the next time you look at a line of ribbon and wonder about the ridiculousness of wearing it around your neck, I ask you simply:  

Why Don't You?  

 

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Booked on a Saturday Night.

There are some Saturday nights that are rare and require extended pages in your journal to retell. The kind where you and your best friend go out on the town, dance the night away, play a part in your typical girl meets boy at a bar fairytale, and then wake up late on Sunday morning and relive the exciting night before over plates of gigantic breakfasts with said bestie.

And then there are your typical Saturday nights. The kind where you spend the night at home, completely changed into your vintage PJ set, and like last night, where you spend the majority of the evening curled up on your favorite chair reading for hours on end (or watching multiple episodes of Dateline).

Yesterday was the latter. It's also the type of Saturday night that I'm more familiar with, as its basically engrained in my weekly routine.

What can I say? I'm old-fashioned that way.

But that's not to say that I don't enjoy those rare Saturday nights. See, what makes them so fun for me is the fact that I don't go out very often. I wait a few months, save the date for a "night out", and then it ends up completely making up those long months I spent playing a part in my typical Saturday night.

It's also nice to appreiate the quiet nights in. It's a time for reflection, solitude, and for furiously catching your journal up to date on the last Saturday night's adventure. 

Until the next rare Saturday night out though, I'm afraid typical Saturday nights are pretty booked.

If you know what I mean.  

 

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