
I'm not a trend follower by any means, but these dark wash flares have caught my eye. I'm still undecided though they might be a touch too Charlie's Angels , though that isn't always a bad thing...

In the interview, Isabel goes on to explain that she's not a 'visual person', Ruben is that part of the equation and 'he has no choice but to be a part of it (designing clothes)'. Isabel then gives an example of how their constant conversation goes:
IT: I might say, "I want to feel the line yanking underneath my arm," or "I want tension here. I want this to be a huge garment, but make sure it fits beautifully on the neck as well as on the bottom of the sleeve. I want to feel the air between that huge garment and me." And he'll draw it. I have a library of sketches, or what I call our constant conversation.
Isabel is completely quotable. She also uses hula hoops to exercise. If you are a snoop like me, Woody Allen used their amazing apartment in Melinda & Melinda. But I'll leave the final word about Isabel to Ruben:
It's her eyes: They're so mystical. They're like looking into some other world. There's so much soul in her eyes. It's like a poem that you can't quite understand, ever. It's all about mystery. And she always keeps it, you know. She breathes mystery. It's not about explaining everything; it is about letting it be a mystery. I love that.
Example – this headscarf is divine, but it costs a cool £45. Ouch.
Their catalogue is like bread and butter pudding – saturated in so much deliciousness, it makes your heart ache but you can't help but scoff a second, third..and maybe fourth helping. Yum.
According to the delightful crew behind Peppermint it’s time to celebrate Me-made-March. The challenge was originally started by Zoe of the blog “So, Zo…what do you know?” in 2010.
The purpose of Me-Made-March '11 is to encourage those of us who make and/or refashion clothes to actually wear them in their everyday lives.
It’s already 9 days into the month of March and I haven't worn anything handmade by my nimble digits - which is probably a good thing as I only have a mangled family of finger puppets, a felt frilled neck lizard costume and a blue felt kangaroo tail.
My sewing machine needs some loving attention and after reading ladyshape’s interview on Burdastyle about not being a "zen sewer" -
The most frustrating thing about sewing for me is actually sewing. I am not a Zen sewer. I shout, I swear, I occasionally throw things. I have a fabulous idea in my head and I want it now. I am impatient and also a total perfectionist.
I'm now slightly more confident to graduate past the felt animal costumes and onto some wearable garments.
[Ladyshape's gorgeous sewing space]
So I'm pulling up my socks and threading the needle.
My departure date is slowly inching closer and I’ve been busier than a bower bird, bringing shinny new things back to nest – I’ve got my tent, sleeping mat, pillow, sleeping bag and will soon buy lots of fancy water purifying gadgets.
The trek company stipulate that backpacks can’t be bigger than 80L. They have helpfully provided gives a “rough” guideline of what to bring along: 3 pairs of socks, 3 t-shirts, 2 pairs of pants, 2 pairs of shorts and a swimming costume. Oh and a hat.
I usually bring that much for a day trip to the beach, let alone a six month expedition around the world.
I’ve got the feeling that they are hoping that the list will shock everyone to err on the side of under-packing, so the truck isn’t bogged down before it crosses the English Channel.
I know it’s probably the clever thing to purchase pants that do everything but wipe your arse or the coat that is designed to roll up into the size of a postage stamp and ward off bears. But adventure clothes are in equal parts fantastically clever and often specularly ugly. I like to envision myself in an eclectic array of ensembles whilst sniffing my way through spice bazaars, marvelling at the Ajanta Caves sculptures or ambling through Nepal’s Royal Chitwan National Park.
I know that travelling is more than a fashion parade and I’ve done a fair amount of roughing it. But I’ve also got albums full of photos which seem just like one long (action packed) day trip, as I’m wearing the same jacket and jeans in every photo. So this time around I want options and I'm starting to see the packing guidelines as a challenge. Sure it will probably leave me with a crippled back from lugging around a backpack around full of inappropriate travel clothes. But heck, it would be nice to feel pretty as I swan through Beijing’s Temple of Heaven.
[image via: Lucky pony]
I must confess when I stumbled across this gorgeous historical depiction of a “perfect nippy” (wait staff) I felt guilty. I am a workplace slob.
[image via: point of difference]
To be fair my work uniform was designed for practically – the white polo top and blue slacks are perfect for bending, twisting, lifting, reaching, carrying and leaning. An occupational, health and safety dream.
But for all the flexibility the uniform allows, I’ve stretched the guideline to the limit – I slouch around in my natty old running shoes, my hair is less fly-away and more of a bird’s nest & I never attempt to wear makeup as I doubt that anyone other than Cate Blanchett could make the polo/slacks combo look glamorous, so why make the attempt to.
While I’m not usually too fussed about my slapdash style, it would be the bee’s knees to wear these beautiful ensembles to work. I can picture myself as a librarian – delicately carrying one book at a time of course.
[Karen Walker]
The ever chic ginga ninja of the delightful blog Yours Truly - has put up a tutorial about how to create a beehive!
The step-by-step tute makes it look so straight forward, but my butter fingers and clumsy clips means that my beehive is more crappy than snappy!