Monday, October 29, 2012

Fashion Styling Mission: Curate Tina's Wardrobe (PHASE 1)



Tina is 30. Every morning, she looks at her closets (two large side-by-sides! Lucky girl.) and stares. And stares.

Her beloved is moving in soon and she knows she has to make some changes. Tina wants her closets to only hold "go-to" pieces that work for her. She is, like many of us, so dreadfully tired of not knowing what to wear in a jiffy.  A little background: I've known Tina for several years and she is a bright, bubbly, beautiful and accomplished woman and still, like many of us, she has found herself in a "clothes-rut." Can you relate? I know I sure can.

Her first step towards resolving this problem was simply to let me know. Initially, Tina asked me to come over and help her assemble some cute outfits. No problem! I showed up last Friday and we got right to work. We started with the first Phase. Phase 1 is probably the hardest one: going through the clothes piece-by-piece. This can be a tedious task, requiring the owner to let go of things and to be willing to try on clothes over and over. Clothes belonged, in Tina's case, in several categories:

1. Keep: The garment fits. It is something that looks good and fits well. It is in good shape. It conforms to her new vision of what she wants to wear. These items were tried on and got hung right back up.

2. Keep But Needs Repaired or Altered:  Many of her skirts fit well but were all an inch and a half too long. Her tailor will hem these up for just a few dollars a piece. Proportion is everything. So we made her a tailor and a cobbler pile.

3. Discard: Too worn, wrong color, does not fit into her new vision, time to give it new life by donating it to charity. This was a HUGE pile. She did not struggle at all with this pile. She recognized that she had gotten her money's worth and it was time to move on and hopefully help someone else out in the process. For other people, this is the sticking point: the hardest pile. Which is why I am there to help the client stay true to the vision.

4: Give To Her Sister: There were a few items she knew her sister would love (a couple of darling wrap-style dresses) and we set them aside.

5: Dress Up Bin: Tina hopes to have her niece and perhaps her own children play with the old bridesmaid dresses and accessories that she was keeping so we put them in a bin called "Dress-Up."

6. T-Shirt Quilt Bin: As a competitive athlete, Tina has amassed a lot of race and event tees. These tees are sentimental and she has a bin for the design portion of the tees in order to make a tee-shirt quilt in the future. The other tees that are perfectly good but not of sentimental value went to the charity pile. What a great idea to re-purpose those hard-earned tees! And a super sewing project for the cold winter ahead.

It took us about two hours to go through about 10 years worth of clothes. When I first arrived at Tina's house she showed me magazine pages she had placed in a folder. These were torn-out images of outfits and styles she liked. Wow! What a great help that was for me to see the direction she wanted to take this project. She is in a period of transition, like many of us experience, and wants her clothes to express where she is currently (professional, young-but-not-college-aged, modern, bubbly and hip). Quality fabrics and cuts, modern touches with layers, flattering, and comfortable describes her off-duty look.

I made a section dedicated to her work uniforms (she is a Fire Dept. Lt.), a section for skirts, blazers, dress shorts, dressy tops and casual tops. So, at the end of Phase 1, she could stick her hand in her closet and pull something out that she knows is good. Items that she knows fit her and that she likes. Once we had gone through it all, I discovered some real style gems. A black velvet blazer, a black fitted bustier, three or four nice jackets and much more.



I threw some outfits together very quickly before I left to inspire her and show her she has most of what she needs already! She was thrilled with what I put together. Her black Gap (I recommend these) leggings looked amazing under several dresses and tops. Her soft striped B&W infinity scarf went with so many outfits and was like the cherry on top!
At one point in the mirror, Tina squealed and smiled and instantly saw herself in a whole new way. She started to put things together herself and it was in her words,"life-changing."

I left with a list in my tote bag of garments that Tina needs to fill in gaps.  I will type up this list and send links to possible ideas (personal shopping) for her to consider on her own time. For Tina, we are looking at a few cashmere sweaters (these always go on sale in Dec and Jan) and some patterned leggings and some brown Frye boots.
This way she can budget out her needs as she sees fit while adding quality garments that fit into her new 30's.

Seeing the joy on Tina's face and her newfound enthusiasm was the most rewarding part of my session with her. Sometimes, we all just need someone to help guide us and sort things out. I know that my strength is in curating (whether in art, design, interior design, clothing) and editing. We worked together and also had a lot of fun.

So just what happens in Phase 2? We will go through her shoes and accessories. This is the stage where I come back over and we photograph Tina in some outfits (daytime, date night, going out etc) for reference. I will download them and send them to her in files so she can just look at them and either replicate them or use them for inspiration.

Remember that clutter is emotionally draining and an organized closet is a gift to yourself. I am continually organizing mine because I too, have to keep this in mind. I just feel better when I know that I have what I need, and what I have I like and looks great. I will leave you with this thought: if it is on sale but you don't need it, it doesn't fit well or isn't flattering- you have my permission to give it to charity (Crowded Closet in Iowa City is my charity of choice). It will probably make you feel better. Baby steps!

Bonus Photo:




Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Cleaning house. Taking names


Dyson Vacuum In Flight: Afternoon Delight!


     At the beginning of this summer, I crafted a master list of all the tasks and projects that I wanted to get done by Labor day. Call it whatever you like, ("Horseshit that my PA should be doing" is what I call it), it is an ever-changing list that I live by every summer. This year it included over 20 boring jobs  items such as the following:
                                                   Paint entire main floor of rooms inc. trim work.
                                                   Switch out all outlet covers (old ones were yellowed)
                                                   Install shelves and crown moulding 
                                                   Backyard improvements
                                                   Clean and organize lower level.

     That last S.O.B.  item  took me ALL SUMMER LONG to complete. Today it is 90% done (exception is getting my fashion styling clothes and accessories collection shelved and hung in a spare closet. I think that can be done over a bad-weather weekend) 

     Whatever, let's get to the fun rehash of today's basement-cleaning festival. Lisa, my sister, came down around 10 am and she spotted my vintage silver and fur boots on top of a bag of fashion shoot gear. She couldn't kick off her sandals fast enough! All of the sudden she demanded for me to take pictures in the boots.


"Look what I can do- KICK!"- Lisa.
                               
       Apparently, silver boot time was not over yet. This time it lasted even longer.
          Eagle Eye McGee (Lisa)  had found my second pair (OH.YES. I have more than ONE pair of vintage silver booties. These are embroidered to the max. They are perfect with 60's mini dresses and Raquel Welch-style racing jumpsuits).  Note she is wearing the one-of-a-kind peanut bracelet I made last year for a show. It is missing one google eye. She wore it home.

           Lisa has clearance to handle my glitters. Some of which are made from the tears of Italian Renaissance cherubim. (I think that is where Martha Stewart sources her line of glitters. Pretty certain anyway.)

      Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot Stuuuuufuf. Donna Summer 70's Rollerskating sessh redux. Complete with peanut bracelet and DUBBLE COMBS. You think she waited around long during slow skate? Uh no. Check it.
      Well, it wasn't all fun and games, besides being accused of "taking a pill (?)" when I was in fact, scratching my lip and looking up at the ceiling to see if the light was on...(I WISH I had pills to knock me out instead of being bossed around all day. Dang.) I got chastised for being a professional artist with this shitty paper punch. "Is this your paper punch? I mean it's like max one sheet at a time." Her revulsion is written all over her face. Jesus. I wish I had a better paper punch.


In progress: a Green Bay Packers "Overcharmed" charm bracelet I was making for her friend's birthday
             While she was sorting pens, markers, glitter, dead gluesticks, desiccated spiders and jewelry findings, I was making her friend a Packers charm bracelet because that is what she told me I had to do (Best not to question). I used a mix of vintage and new things in this particular one. I have a ton of disassembled vintage jewelry components with which I craft these kinds of bracelets and necklaces. I don't make earrings or rings. So no one ask.

      Final fitting. She wouldn't let me leave my "jeweler's station" until it was done. I was hungry. Tired. Super thirsty. Oh. Did I mention she is my bossy elder sister? She makes me look like a sleepy sloth? It's true.
      After I was released from the charm bracelet gulag, we took a trip to the 66 station to get her favorite treat ( Amish Glazed Popcorn) LAST BAG!

      I took my spoils. I mean, I paid for them and everything. But after all of that work, I splurged on an icy fountain Coke and some snacks. Bowling Alley Food Snack! Lisa bought me some Gold Rush gum (the nuggets in that little canvas drawstring bag as a reward). 

     LESSON: Sometimes all we need is someone to jump in and help you finish a big job. It's kind of the best gift in the world.

Clean. Organized NO ONE TOUCH ANYTHING.
   

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Ladies Who Lunch


Getting to go to the TJ Maxx with Heather and I is kind of like hoping to win the lottery. You really want to, you think it would be super fun and everyone would be totally jealous if it came true! (Just play along). Here are 13 reasons why a day off with us is the most fun anyone could actually ever have.


1. Heather wears her pirate skull scarf AND locates Nelly's Apple Bottom Parfum in about 5 nanoseconds after entering the store. Good thing they have this brand on lock-down.

Double up on Ed Hardy Deodorant anti-stank solids for her two husbands (SJM and David always get matching personal hygiene items. Natch.

I dangled this sandalwood soap-onna-rope above her head so as to mesmerize her and to hypnotize her into buying me lunch. I was hungry for pho soup and it was only 9:35am. "You will get verrrrry generous....."

This forest scented soap had something addictive added to it because it kinda turned my friend into a fiend. "SNNNNOOOORRRTTT. Oh let's look at dresses. Snnnnnoooort."

 I can only keep one eye fully open as I breathe it in....feels so good. But I'm kinda gettin' 'leepy.

This should fit. It is hanging in the 14-16 part of the rounder rack. But it says size 2. Well, *where* it is hanging supersedes any dumb ol' size tag sewn in the garment, right? Goody!

 These are vegan?! 

Hip Hip Hooray. Ho. Hey. Ho. 

Heather struggles here to reconcile her love for the old south labels and Civil War  pickled egg treats with how gross the picked eggs must surely taste. I said I would eat them. I love pickled food. She said that they would only be a click above eating them out of a bar jar where some TB-encrusted trucker arm had been fishing around for pickled eggs about a million times. Sure, I replied, these would be more sanitary. No one bought them. I was sorely tempted however we realized it was 5 min to 11 and we needed to meet another pal for lunch. No eggs for me.

Melissa and Heather did not know I was taking this photo at the time. But they will know after they read this blog post. I am not drinking anything until I get my avacado boba tea! (see below)

A delicious vietnamese treat! Avacado boba tea with tapiocas!

Shrimp Pho. Insanely good. 

Before we left the restaurant, I treated Heather to an arm (gel pen) tattoo! It is of a "suicide tooth" - we made a pact at lunch that before we got left at a county nursing home when we are 100 years old we would craft a suicide tooth to sneak in and chomp as they wheel us through the door. Kind of like the astronaut's cyanide capsules. This tattoo is about 5 inches high. After lunch, she had to go to the vets office. So that was probably awesome for them to see. I told her I can draw it again if she ever wants it on there permanently. (Who wouldn't, right?)

Monday, August 20, 2012

Not without my funnel cake: the Iowa State Fair report 2012


TITLE: If you don’t like reading about fun then this is not the article for you. OR: How we spent Saturday getting our cornfed on. 

                                                        photo © Tonya Kehoe-Anderson 2012
“Iowa State Fair Misty-Colored Memories” Glamour shot
This self-pic  (with soft focus second pic overlay) features my jorts-clad thigh, my all-business Nike fanny pack and vintage plastic purple visor hangin’ from my fanny pack waist buckle.




We went to “the Fair.”  The Fair, you know, the one that Martha Stewart used to (still?) attends top-secret-like to recon the preserves, pies, crafts and all things homespun? Yes, I am talking about the Iowa State Fair, held in Des Moines every August.  To be sure, I am a late to the party in going to this annual event.  This year is only the second time I have ever attended, however, I am a most fervent and evangelical convert.

Why? Who cares? What’s the big deal about going to this damn Fair and why is she still capitalizing “fair” as “Fair?” Is Tonya German? I thought she was all about being so Irish? Will she ever stop with this odd capitalization tomfoolery? 
These are all questions that I know that you, dear reader, are asking me in your head. Right now. I get it. Now quit thinking about asking me questions and refocus because I have so much to tell you!
  The fair has been around since before the turn of the century (don’t make me Google it).  I saw the actual date (but promptly forgot it. 1854 maybe) on a globe sculpture in front of the “Ag” building where they make and show the life-size butter cow.  Let’s talk about the butter cow for just a sec. I did not take photos of that for you because every blogger takes pictures of that damn cow (the cow that looks the same every year and it is probably just kept in cold storage to fool us all). But not me, no, I took photos of deep-fried food  (of which everyone also always takes photos) and a dude carrying a backpack printed with a image of a nude woman wearing pot-leaf pasties (I can’t find that pic at this moment but if I find it, I will post it) and a fetus swathed in a poly stretch tube top (hang on and you shall be rewarded).

Let’s start off with this fact. FACT: Unconventional deep-fried food is an insanely brilliant fair food gimmick and I fell for it. HARD. Mostly for the edification of my dear readers, I purchased and tasted the following items:

1. Deep-Fried Oreos™
2. Deep-Fried Butter on a Stick
3. Jumbo Corn Dog
4. Iowa Pork Producers™ Grilled Pork Chop on a stick.

           Let’s go in order. The deep-Fried Oreos™ came in a basket that looked like this:

“Les Oreos Greaseaux™”           ©T.Kehoe-Anderson 2012

The cookies were double-stacked, drizzled with Hershey’s chocolate syrup and were actually very cake-y. Not very exciting or as naughty (I’m normally a very healthy eater) as I had hoped for.  I needed to BE BAD. REAL BAD. The “out of my zip code rule” kind of bad.


So, this brings me to number 2 on the list. Deep-fried stick of butter on a stick. It made me gag a little last year when I heard of it. But this year, I just needed more. I was different than last year. I needed the thrill. It looked like this:



                                ©T.Kehoe-Anderson 2012
  “La Beurre à la Carnivale du Cardiologiste” 


  

Iced with a little old-fashioned glaze, the butter on a stick smelled really good actually. Like a Krispy Kreme™ hot glazed donut. Was this renegade enough? No! It was no more rebellious than a damn chain-store donut! So the logical next step was captured in this photo:


XXX Heart-Breaker         ©T.Kehoe-Anderson 2012


I call this "fine art" photo, “XXX Heart-Breaker” because it is literally liquefied pooled interior butter dripping onto a deep-fried Oreo™. DID I EAT THIS? NO, HELL NO. I did not eat this. Are you nuts? I just wanted to see what would happen if I did it and I wanted to make great art that will stand the test of time (a.k.a. a masterpiece) Totally a success!  It looked awful but smelled really good and I am still trying to reconcile that disparity betwixt my head and my gut. Also, great artists submit iPhone photos to StockPix.com.uk.net, right? Good.

Time for proteins. Obviously, this author is very concerned about gathering a well-balanced meal at the fair. It sure burns a lot of calories walking around all day trying to take photos of livestock testes (holy shit HUGE!), photobombing every possible stranger’s photos, relishing people’s interesting sartorial choices and not getting run over by people driving bogged-down Rascal carts.

Back to the list, so, the corn dog coating with mustard was good (I don’t like hot dogs) and the pork chop ($6) was amazing. Now that I am back at home, I kind of want to put all of our dinner meat on sticks, as it makes eating a million times more fun than slogging through boring old no-sticks meat.

Lastly, as I wrap this year’s Iowa State Fair report that no one actually asked me to write, I note that in places I have made up some authentic-sounding French words and I am not sure where that came from but, as is my wont, I am going with it so let’s all agree to not check any French dictionaries or consult any kind of language experts at all. Instead, let's look at a few more of these shall we?

 corndog on a stick with mustard

 porkchop on a stick w/ mustard

gestational tube toppery

...aaaaaand the scariest ride I would even consider riding.


OH! Plus the most emotional, most francais-looking picture I took all day...
working title: "where have all the cotton candy wads gone-slash-sadness"



                                                                        FIN

Thursday, August 16, 2012

I'm sick of cooking OR: How I thought up an idea for an article about hiring a personal chef so I would be able to justify hiring a personal chef. For three meals. Three amazing, delicious meals. 

Right now I am working on an article for a local culture magazine about my experience (as a non 1%-er) of hiring a personal chef. I am enjoying greatly the fruits of her labor this week (in fact everyone in this house is enjoying her work: hers more than mine..no one really cares what I do around here)

More details to follow in the article but here is a sneak peek of some of the dishes Chef Gaby (www.facebook.com/ChefGabyWeir) or (http://iowacity.patch.com/blog_posts/introducing-chef-gaby)  created for us:
So this is what I come home to. A clean kitchen and a stockpile of delicious new meals ready to go neatly stacked in my refrigerator. Labeled. So a non-cook like myself can prepare them (a.k.a. warm them up) for dinner. I am so excited to know that I won't have to go to the store. For the next few days. That is a vacation in my world. 

Sorry, did I mention the first night this was for supper? Fresh salmon in homemade puff pastry with raw beet and fresh summer peach slaw. Perfect taste, perfect late summer textures.

Oh, okay,  so day two of no cooking means that this is for dinner: no big deal. Kidding. Awesome big deal.

 Leeks, zucchini and baby potatoes (the insides of the purple ones are purple which delighted us to no end! The flavors: delicate and savory and harvesty. The protein looked like this (look below now!):


Boursin-stuffed chicken breasts rolled in Panko crumbs and baked. Well, suffice it to say nobody spoke during this meal because we were all too busy eating this chicken that was beyond delicious and pleased every age at the table. 

A full report will be (fingers crossed) published soon in the local magazine with more feedback about the experience. Here, on this blog, I wanted to show you the up-close and personal food shots that, I apologize after the fact, are going to probably make you really hungry. 

(Consideration provided by Chef Gaby Weir, thank you for your time, creativity and all of the love and talent you include in every dish)