Good Monday to all…we trust everyone enjoyed a pleasant weekend. Or, are a few others struggling with a touch of that flat, blah feeling…..? We hope not. The Princess openly admits to being afflicted with more than a touch of that syndrome, else this particular post might have been done in less than the current eight nine ten hours (and counting) we have been toiling away at it. That is more or less, with the emphasis most decidedly on more. (Well… surely we weren’t the only people in the western hemisphere who watched Smackdown Torrey Pines are we…? Waaahhh!!)
In an effort to perk things up a bit, there is nice news for a young designer that is also delightful news for those of us loving the lush-but-limited womenswear offerings from Thomas Pink: we’ll be seeing a new collection from designer Richard Nicoll, considered by some to be the “king of the blouse,” an appropriate moniker considering Pink’s rich heritage. The Richard Nicoll for Pink collection will include shirts and blouses as well as skirts and dresses. We share a small sample above; look for the collection at the end of August. Of course, since we are discussing a retailer, and with economic realities being what they are, we feel compelled to advise you of the ongoing SALE at Pink. (Although the offerings are quite limited, as in extremely limited: four polo shirts at last glance, but because sharing *is* caring…you know the rest.)
Now before we talk any more at all about shopping or any other frivolities, here is a troubling topic. And it is one that has The Princess more than a little mystified. It is a sensitive topic and one most certainly influenced by one’s generational status. And… are you sitting down? (You may want to have Nanny take the children outside.) Now we learn that Her Princess-ness is officially a Fashion Criminal. Pourquoi? The Hose Knows. The issue is addressed in a recent article in the Journal:
Yet the transition has highlighted a generational divide. For women who entered the work force before the 1990s, hose were considered as necessary as underwear. But many twentysomethings have never worn panty hose at all.
If you don’t favor reading the entire column, then do scan the memo from the President of a Kansas Credit Union updating that company’s Dress Code to cover this specific issue. And while we don’t favor anyone getting their whiskers in a wad, somewhere in the 8 (yes, can you imagine eight?) pages of intense, provocative, at times extremely emotional comments! Little did we know this one gets the blue blood in the veins to moving, sometimes outright boiling! Oh my!
Coincidentally, FashionJunkie also has a recent column on the topic, much shorter than the Journal story, perhaps a bit pithier.
“In my humble opinion, wearing nude hose – especially during summer months, is one of the worst fashion crimes you can commit.”
It is in the reading of the FashionJunkie column we discovered we had committed a crime; worse, we are probably more like a hardened criminal. We ask only that when they haul us off to prison we be allowed to take this month’s T&C (Town & Country) and Vanity Fair to the clink with us, ‘kay? More importantly, do they have special quarters for Royalty? What about the qaulity of the help?
In lighter news some may recall the Mad for Plaid portion of our post from last Friday; among many lovely items featured in a montage were a stunning Shoshanna Bandeau Bikini Top and plaid Bow Brief. Those fortunate enough to wear Shoshanna swimwear before know tops and bottoms are always sold separately (you can always spot the mind of a Nightingale alum at work – we love this entire line) so the resulting fit is as nature intended: perfect. The links we used connected to ShopBop, an outstanding retailer that The Princess adores. However. We have standards. And when it comes to your pocketbook, well… there are few retailers we double-dare-adore more than Nordstrom, especially when they have those same Shoshanna swim separates at vastly superior price points. Click here if you ‘heart’ the top. (Are we becoming hip, slick and cool with our lingo?)
And here for the bottom. And here for a link to Nordstrom’s current swimsuit SALE inventory for Women. The markdowns are equally healthy for Men, Young Men, Brass Plum and Children. BTW, have you noticed our new affectation (as if we need more), of using all CAPS when typing the word SALE? How bad is this on the Annoyance-o-Meter? Peaking in the Red Zone, or merely a pest? Okay, next on our hit parade:
It now seems every time we manage to navigate the path to our electronic inbox our good friends at J Crew have a new and different SALE offering. So if you still need just a skosh more for the initiation fee at the Club, or you don’t want to take out a second on the third (home-away-from-home, and trust us on this, you do not want to go down this road) here is one more way to save: spend $125 at J Crew and you receive 20% off your order! The ‘offer code’ is PRIVSALE. While neither the email nor the website specifically state this, it would appear this offer is applicable only to online sales as indicated by the presence of the ‘offer code.’ What is clear is that this is a “3 Day Only” sale, thus concluding Wednesday night at midnight by our math. But remember, we spent our career in TV precisely because we did not do math. At least not well. Let that serve as a warning. But don’t let a that offer keep you from enjoying what must be a more public offer:
Actually, J Crew could be moving right up there alongside Brooks Brothers in consistent use of email marketing, come to think about it. And yes, Brooks did send a new offer this week, basically amounting to “Cheap Shoes for All!” TP apologizes for using that hideous word, but other word applies? Hello?
And on this note we conclude the written portion of today’s post. We hope to do better tomorrow. Following are a few visual offerings enhanced by a bit of input from the Buffalo News.
From The Buffalo News:
When Russert’s father, Timothy J. Russert Sr., who was immortalized in “Big Russ/Father and Son: Lesson of Life,” learned his famous broadcasting son had died, the 83-year-old retired truck driver broke down in tears. His son’s death came at an especially heartbreaking time — two days before Father’s Day.
He was in the Orchard Park assisted living facility, where his son had helped him to move just a week ago.
“Big Russ knows his son died. He’s crying right now,” said Joseph Passafiume, the son of Jean Passafiume, Big Russ’ companion for three decades.
Mary Matalin, James Carville & Tim Russert
Nov. 26. 2007
Mary Matalin & James Carville
June 15, 2008