The only thing I have in common with Stevie Nicks at this stage of my life, beyond an artistic appreciation for scarved tambourines, is the gradual facial Landslide we’ve both been on since Rumours came out in ‘77. But having procrastinated over finding a costume to wear to a Halloween party last Saturday night, I did a last minute rifling through our closet, past the Earth Wind and Fire selection of tie-dyed apparel (Andrew’s side … natch), and found this feathered hat, bell-sleeved top and black velvet cape that confirmed the fact that our closet really should belong to the wardrobe mistress of a glam-rock reunion tour. Read more
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Mother Knows Dressed
Every spring, as I put away my drab, colourless winter wardrobe and pull out my drab, colourless short sleeved one, I look to my children’s closets to give me that fashionista-fix that, apparently as a woman, I’m hardwired to need. Truth be told, I’ve never enjoyed shopping for clothes for myself, particularly after having had babies. Of course, my littlest bundle is almost 483 weeks, so I’m sure those extra 15lbs should fall off any day now. Read more