Thursday, October 6, 2016

The gypsy room

I am a 'changing' kind of a girl when it comes to my decorating style.  My individual styles are always growing and evolving.  When things are too bright and colorful in my house, I tend to crave the cool muted color palette, and again, when my style goes too bland, or too monochrome, I crave color.  So a room can never stay the same for too long in our house.  This is how my favorite room of the house looks right now...

...and this is what I'm envisioning now:  A more subtle, more calming room: The eclectic, vintage-inspired look of the Urban Outfitters I so love.  So, this is the beginning.  Soon, my colorful gyps room will be looking much more like this.  Love it!

Love the idea of mixing window panels... lace and sheer.  So pretty!

 And how about this for a cool backdrop – just tape your images straight to the wall 

Have to have a mood board!

And one or two fur pillows...

A huge plant by the bed...

A medallion duvet cover of some sorts in a muted palette...

A black, white Mexican southwest area rug

A large floor mirror and a black, white wall tapestry...

Love the hats on the wall idea!

Stay tuned, and come back soon to see the transformation!

Saturday, August 27, 2016

In the gypsy caravan...

So I'm back to the velvet underground
Back to the floor that I love...

To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was, to the gypsy that I was...

Sunday, August 14, 2016

It is true... one of the great things about getting older, is gaining the confidence and freedom to dress how we want.  I've always said that I admire women who aren't afraid to express themselves through what they chose to wear. There is something redemptive and freeing in the act of not dressing for others.  But.... life is composed on limits, is it not?  There are limits to everything, and when it comes to age, I believe we ought to draw a pretty defined line on how we want to portray ourselves onto the world.  Right?  

Is this the fashion of the free-spirited affluent, 
or just street clowns? 

That amount of patterns blows my mind...  And is that a garbage bag on her head? And what's with the pinkish chunk of hair and huge glasses?... Nope!

Is 'that' a guy or a gal in the Medieval Viking attire?  

Are they members of a gypsy circus?  

Why some people crave that amount of attention over themselves it escapes my imagination.  Even worse when they're past a certain age.  Trying to dress in styles that would be more appropriate for someone much younger it's not even the point here.  It is the ridiculousness what baffles me.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

I can be anything my heart tells me to be... I'll be Frida Kahlo today

I have always loved Frida Kahlo's free spirit.  Her style in clothes and hair spoke openly and freely of the woman she was.  She rejected fashion, and it didn't matter where she went—NY, London, Paris, she always wore the style that captured her deeply felt connection with her creative heart.  Her style told the story of how she made clothes part of her identity.  They were much more than the sum of their fabric.  Her brightly colored garments then, seemed impossibly bold even among Mexico's society.

Embroidered dresses, bright pink boots, cat’s eye sunglasses, I love them all.  Her clothes, the flowers in her hair and bold, beautiful jewels speak of a woman who dressed to please no one but herself.  how could you not fall in love with her?

Long long time ago I decided I can be anything my heart tells me to be...  
so today, I am Frida Kahlo...
(if only for an afternoon in my backyard ) ;)

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of ‘madness’. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: Poor thing, she’s crazy! (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s – my madness would not be an escape from ‘reality’ – Frida Kahlo

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you – Frida Kahlo

To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings – of bird beings – of star beings – of microbe beings – of fountain beings toward ourselves. – Frida Kahlo

I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better. – Frida Kahlo 

Several years ago, The Frida Kahlo Museum in Mexico City finally opened Frida Kahlo’s closet and put it on view for the world to see.  Frida's clothes and personal things were put in storage by her husband Diego after her death, and hidden for 59 years.  Trunks filed with dresses, shawls, and accessories were finally opened, restored and put on display.  Can you imagine? The clothes of a style icon finally opened 59 years after her death? Inside were not only articles of her clothing but hundreds of personal items, including photographs, love letters, medications, jewelry and shoes. The curator, Circe Henestrosa, talks about how emotional it was for her staff to open up Kahlo’s closet to see the dresses, to smell them, and even to see all of the medicines she took. “You feel them, like the essence,” she says. As a lover of old things and another Frida admirer, I can only imagine how exciting and awe inspiring this must have been.

This video is worth seeing...

Do you love Frida's style?
Her paintings?
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