Fashion Friday: Nouveau Bohemian

Today I'm honoring my muse and hero Alphonse Mucha, who was a Bohemian in every sense of the word.

We often think of bohemians as a throwback to the hippie culture of the 60's but this is not the origin of the word. The term means "gypsy" in French and was originally used by the French to describe people from a certain region of Europe. Not only was Mucha born in Bohemia-Moravia, which is in the Czech Republic, he was also, "a person, as in an artist or writer, who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices".

What might a 21st Century Bohemian - a "Nouveau Bohemian" - wear?

How about a Bohemian tunic in charcoal from Pyramid Collection? Even though it's, "brocaded, brooched, beaded, and trimmed in front in a medley of design elements" it's more boho-chic than hippie-chick. Add some color with Lucky brand skinny jeans in ginger. If you get a chill throw on this FactoryExtreme red frill black leather jacket. If you're going to go overboard or literal - or both - the jewelry is the place to do it.  Start with an antique garnet bracelet, an onyx cuff from Natalie B Two, and Crissy's Bohemian style pink stone earrings. Slip your feet into your Dafo leg braces, tie on your Converse red suede hi-tops, and embrace your inner Nouveau-Boho-chic.

Spashionistas Wanted

The outfits that I put together for Fashion Friday are based on my BODS profile. Sure, some of the items I use are beyond my price range but I’m certain I can find reasonable equivalents within my budget. I would love the opportunity to put some together for you for the next installment of Fashion Friday. If you’re interested email me with your BODS profile and we’ll make it happen!

Call For My Carriage

You know, the one that says "Nissan".

I have a confession to make. I'm already back home. I posted last week's entry from my hotel room. Now I can tell you all about my trip.

Let me start by saying the weather forecast was for unseasonably warm temperatures. I checked for several days prior to packing and finally decided on three outfits, two pairs of shoes, and several accessories. I was ready.

Mr Spashionista and I threw our suitcases and a cooler with drinks, snacks, and lunch into our rental car and headed out early to make the 9 hour drive from our house to Cedar Rapids, Iowa. We decided it would be best to drive straight through.  Given the circumstances comfortable, casual clothing was the order of the day.

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Nothing fancy here, just my Nine West thrift store jeans, Blue Canyon Petite top, and Lucky Brand Mary Jane clogs (not pictured). I knew that I would be sitting for the better part of nine hours so I wanted an outfit I could stretch in and shoes I could kick off if need be. I'm glad for it, too, because it was a long haul. I'm used to stretching and moving as much as possible at home to avoid aches so it was tough sitting still for so long.

Fortunately, the view on the drive up was breathtaking with the fall colors at their peak for the season. Even better, thanks to my new Note tablet, for the first time ever, I was actually able to take some good pictures.

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I guess I can retire the Palsy Cam; hooray!

In the next few weeks I'm going to show you some beautiful places -  and some great outfits!

Give A Girl The Right Pair Of Shoes...

and she can conquer the world.I have those shoes. I decided to start the budget section of BODS with the things that I will, on occasion, pay full price for. It's ironic that a Palsy who has trouble walking should be so obsessed, so consumed by shoes. But I am, and always have been. Even as a child with short, wide feet that were very difficult to fit I had double-buckle-t-strap Buster Browns just like the red ones in the picture.

    

In high school I was a mere 4'8" and a size 5 shoe. Platforms were all the rage so I wore them enthusiastically. Back then, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, the elevation was less pronounced than it is in the newer styles so I could easily manage a 4" heel with a 1.5" platform. I even wore black patent leather platforms with my Catholic school uniform!

    

As I've gotten older the heels have begrudgingly gotten lower. My feet, which used to cooperate willingly with being shoved into constricting or delicately constructed footwear, are starting to betray me. They are prone to curling up if the shoe reveals too much toe cleavage and they occasionally swell past the point of comfort in anything but a sensible shoe.

But I'm not ready to be a sensible girl. Not yet; not entirely. Good thing I don't have to.

         

These shots are of my closet - at least, part of my closet. As you can see Mr Spashionista was good enough to add two additional shelves during the post-flood house rebuild (a topic for another day). As you can see over the years I have amassed a small hoard modest collection of shoes, even some that aren't pictured, and I wear all of them. My winter boots and high heels are at present on the top shelves. My flats and summer shoes occupy the bottom shelf and floor.

There are some great bargains here. The Lucky brand clogs, Vera Wang grey pointy flats, Anne Klein black rosebuds, Hot Topic black and pink Mary Janes and purple Converse hightops all had for a grand total of $85. All of my high heels were likewise purchased on sale or from thrift stores.

But this post isn't about the bargains. It's about the shoes I will pay full price for, and why.

It always boils down to a boy, doesn't it?

I look ultra-Spazzy in this picture - but don't look at me - look at my wonderful friend. His name is Matthew Bretherick and he is the only reason I would ever pay full price for a pair of shoes. I own 16 pairs of shoes and boots that are in some manner connected to him, and I paid retail for some of them.

Intrigued? You'll have to wait for the next installment. Matty is too important to be relegated to a footnote (pun intended) on a single post.