Posts Tagged ‘accessories’
After the Great Cartier Tank Watch Calamity of 2002, I vowed never again to invest a meaningful amount of money in anything that could just slide off my wrist and into the ether, and have worn mostly Timexes. Their reissues of old favorites are just so damn classic, and they tell time with the exact same level of accuracy and reliability that I came to expect from more expensive brands. I lost my favorite one a few months back, and am thinking I might go a slightly different route this time around: the light tone of the leather with the silver feels somehow very stealth rich lady,* and it’s got wear-with-everything written all over it.
Couldn’t not show you this version too, which is just as classic as the day is long.
Many thanks to Girls of a Certain Age-er Lori Lovejoy (excellent name, no?) for sending along a link to Cuyana, a San Francisco-based outfit that sells items sourced from and made in Peru, Ecuador, Turkey, and other points far flung. Prices are delightfully reasonable, especially when one factors in the quality of what’s on offer, and the fact that everything’s ethically produced. This weekender, for instance, packs in a lot of style for $120, and while I am partial to what you see here, because black canvas with brown leather detailing always gets me going, this Carhartt-hued neutral is also not without its charms.
You know how I get about a nice saddlebag.
Oh, how I wish I could justify the purchase of this divine Turkish bathrobe.
Reader, I almost did. But once you cross the line over to something as “Lookie! Over here!!” as blue cat eye sunglasses, I’m pretty sure you don’t come back.
I am so totally all about James Colarusso’s pendants right now: they’re substantial but still small enough not to overwhelm a look, sentimental but not corny, beautiful and wholly original. These chunky hearts, for instance, remind me of love itself: beautiful, faceted, and, from some angles, all messed up.
If this forever shield weren’t so rough-hewn, the image and message would be impossibly twee. But the fact that it looks almost like a gravestone rubbing of the original gives it some depth.
This skull looks so liquid; like it was freshly imprinted in molten wax.
I have been tempted by initial necklaces before, but until I saw these big block letters, none have ever driven me mad with desire.
I was warned that once you hit your forties, the eyesight starts to go, but I never quite believed it. That is, until one night when I was out to dinner, and—finding myself utterly incapable of making out the menu—had to ask my nine year-old nephew to read it to me. After that minor humiliation, I never left the house without reading glasses. This is my standby pair—which falls somewhere on the clunk spectrum between Buddy Holly and sexy secretary—and which I buy in multiples (they’re $44.95 for two) as I am very good at losing and scratching them.