I am in my dream city, New York. We are again renting a small apartment in the West Village (yes on Sarah Jessica Parker's street, but I haven't bumped into her or Matthew yet. : > ). I brought along a very simple capsule of denim, black, gray and ivory clothing, with colorful scarves and bangles. I have been inspired by Une Femme d'un Certain Age, who travels to Paris so gracefully with just a few basic pieces.
My style mantra here has been "Don't Try Too Hard." As I have the privilege to study some very stylish women, as well as the effortlessly chic young women of the Village, a theme jumps out: "casually-thrown-together" is appealing.
There is a certain look, more seen in the toniest neighborhoods, that is not-me. I don't judge it for those who enjoy it, but it is not authentic or comfortable for me. It includes very well coiffed hair, perfectly polished makeup, and carefully coordinated ensembles with nary a seam out of place. When I try this look, I end up looking well, silly. I do admire the grace of the women who do it well.
|She was always impeccable. But so not my style. Still, love the hat.|
So every morning I choose a pair of jeans or black knit skirt, add a cozy gray or cream sweater, my best walking boots, and a vibrant scarf. The wind is going to blow my unruly hair around anyway. Ahhh, I feel good. Red lips are always okay, right?
|While I don't have her youthful beauty, this is much closer|
to my NYC look : >
I hope your day is fabulous and fulfilling. Thanks so much for reading and participating; you rock.