My mom wanted one thing from San Francisco: sourdough. This morning she made french toast with it. Yum!
Thankfully, we had this bit of tummy joy because soon after breakfast, my mom discovered she'd lost her wallet. Ugh. Poor thing.
Spent the next few hours running around trying to find it and then cancelling cards. Total nightmare. In the 31 years I've known her, she's NEVER done anything like this. She's so organized and together. Clearly, she's had alot on her mind the last few months.
In the afternoon, I worked out and read Obama's book on his father. Am loving it. Then I headed downtown to pick up Mr. Diabolina at the office and had a tapas dinner at Ciudad in downtown
Afterward, we headed to the Ahmanson to watch - drum roll - 9 to 5: The Musical. Totally random, I know. A partner at Mr. D's firm had last minute tickets so we snagged. Perfect because I love the theatre and Mr. D loves DDs ;)
It was an unexpectedly fun romp. Alot like the movie, according to Mr. D. All the music was done by Dolly Parton and the three female leads - Alison Janey from the West Wing and two original Wicked cast members - were terrific.
Plus we had front row seats. Very fancy. The only other show I ever had front row seats for was Puppetry of the Penis. Ugh. Don't ask.
F21 jumpsuit and vest
Chanel earrings and bag
Fashion District bracelet
A for Adventurous
Behold my MC Hammer jumpsuit. $29 at F21. Her name is Fugly. And she is weird and comfortable and strange and flowy and odd and totally not me but I love her. Mr. D was utterly, completely horrified by her and my mom was bemused by her.
I have loved the idea of a jumpsuit for ages. The ease of a dress, the comfort of pants.
Like them for day more than evening and loose rather than fitted in darker colors rather than light.
So when I found this languid jersey one with the interesting neckline that would work so well with the new chain necklace and drapey vest I threw caution to the wind. Felt a little self conscious today since everyone looked at me like I was a freakshow. But overall was pleased I took the risk. Safe is getting boring. In my fashion choices and my professional ones.
However, I must admit I didn't take too much of a risk.
Ballony cropped pants and jumpers were all over the Spring runways
Here's the look on Gucci's head designer.
At my beloved Phillip Lim.
And Stella McCartney
At Dries Van Noten
And at Yves Saint Laurent
Here's style.com's take on the YSL collection as it pertains to Hammer proportions:
The Orientalist-modernist mix came out in the towering lacquered chignons and soft, cocooning shapes that had been derived from kimono wrapping and Japanese fishermen's pants. Pilati can claim authority over the drop-crotch trouser: He started it, and now that it's entered the mainstream he's edging it further along into fluid, baglike shorts, rompers, and jumpsuits. If that sounds awful, by the end of the show the concept of a garment that happens to be joined between the knees—worn with buttoned-up shirts or tailored jackets—had gained a degree of visual inevitability that might be a staging post on the way to normality. (Fearless young stylists have already been sporting their own versions of them around the shows this week, so that's another sign.)
And here are some of those "fearless young" women I've noticed over the last few weeks - kindred spirits in fashion, members of the sisterhood of the traveling Hammer pants.
p.s. My new fave blogger i'm addicted reported on Hammer pants in French Vogue. Please, Hammer, don't hurt me but I think I draw the line at RED AND LEATHER Hammer pants ;)