Da Fashionista.com

The Scene
I've been afraid this might happen... I guess I couldn't resist it much longer...it's probably been my fate all along...

Today I signed up to run a half marathon i.e. I've gone bat. shit. crazy.

Peach's reaction to the news: "Can't you just do a competitive eating contest? That's much more our style." That pig.

Descent into madness backstory: On Monday, WeezerMonkey invited me to join her and about 30 other blogger chicks or friends o' bloggers to run a halfie in the fall. She must have sensed I'm a total joiner: Duh, yes, I want in with the cool girls.

But was afraid that I might not be athletic enough. Especially since many of the girls have run full marathons. Eeek. The most I've ever run is like 5 miles. And I'm pretty sure that was half a lifetime ago and 30 lbs ago.

But I signed up for the google group and for the last 24 hours have been getting a flurry of emails about training and the right gear to buy and runner horror stories. Midday today I decided to get off the fence and just commit to it...commit to myself.

Why not? I have always said I wanted to try to run a marathon. And there's no time like the present. This year is about doing things that scare me and watching myself step up. Yay!

So now in addition to bootcamp stories I am going to share tales of being a running fashionista. Lucky you.

Here goes: My first official training run was today. I ran 3 miles in 30:56. Stopped to walk for about a minute 3 times. I could have probably pushed myself to run 2 more at that pace but decided not to break a hip right out of the gate.

My shins are going to be a problem past mile 7 I can tell. But my biggest fears are chaffed nips and lost toe nails. Ugh. Seriously, who am I?

Hoping 6 months is plenty of time to train. Maybe? Kinda?? SORTA???

The Outfit
Forever 21 polka dot housecoat
Banana Republic black sleeveless turtleneck
Mossimo skinny jeans

The Accessories
Chanel cap toe heels
Chanel black tote
Forever 21 two-tone bangle

The Grade
B


The Commentary
In addition to being fitness bonkers, I'm also clearly cuckoo for polka dots. Twice in one week.

This swingy housecoat of a jacket is so fun and funny. The material is great and dig the lining. The shape just does me in. Feels so retro and polished and lady like.

Think it will be great over my black pocket dress. But today felt like making it a little less formal with jeans.


Even tho it was dressed down, I still felt straight out of Bewitched all day long. It's funny the visual references that pop into your head when you're thinking fashion. I haven't watched certain shows in decades but I can close my eyes and distinctly picture the fashions. How I ate them up as a child.




I loved Bewitched. Loved it. Kept waiting to wake up, wiggle my nose and be able to turn boys into pigs. [Note: There's a joke in there somewhere about waking up with boobs and teenage boys.]

Looking back at some of the screenshots I can see why I liked it. Clean, classic cuts, very pretty princess during the first few seasons in the early 60s.




Then increasingly poppy colors and fun patterns and exaggerated details in later seasons.

Loved how Elizabeth Montgomery got to play several characters.

Notice how the naughty alter ego always had dark hair? On I Dream of Jeanine too. I think I'm much naughtier when I'm a blond ;)





Samantha Stevens seemingly morphed from Proenza Schouler/Zac Posen 50s chic to Trina Turk/Karta 60s mod in the blink of an eye.

Or a wiggle of a nose.

Or at least as quickly as it took them to get a new Darren.

Maybe the change from black and white to color TV had something to do with it.

Doesn't it seem odd that one decade could house such disparate looks? I guess ultimately it's enviable. It means it was time of rapid evolution. Must have had everything to do with shifting female roles and new freedoms and rebellion and youth culture emerging.

I'm pretty sure I was born in the wrong era. Wah.

Back to my jacket. Soooo many great details to have just cost $32 dollars. That collar, those buttons! Cuteness central.

And just look at the back. So much going on. With the strong print you lose some of the detail. It's like the critique Christian got on his runway show - many of his details were lost because he chose to show them in black. Hope Forever considers doing a solid color version of this coat cut.

Could have made the whole look more retro with Marc Jacobs round toes or point flats. But decided to go the Chanel route to work with the jacket's palette.

I worship these shoes. The heel is like no other I have ever owned. It's such a signature Coco shoe. Got it resale in Santa Monica. Little over a hundred dollars.



I love that at my last job, my old boss had the same shoes. That somehow felt very reassuring. Like I was doing pretty well for myself to be dressing like a brilliant woman who had 15 years on me...