I recently became reacquainted with two gorgeous designers and decided they must meet. The many blogger get-togethers I have hosted have gotten me into the habit of introducing everyone I know to everyone else I know. Recent examples include:
These gatherings always involve drinking too much and occasionally involve being thrown out of a restaurant. Thankfully, we drink so much that we don’t remember any embarrassing details. Last night’s drinking took place at Minetta Tavern with knitwear maven Stacy Lomman and accessories guru Rachel Mabel. Believe it or not, neither of them had blogs as of last night but by this morning I had coerced Stacy into snagging a very funny and fashionable domain name. I’ll announce that as soon as she’s ready. I’m still working on Rachel. Give me time.
I told the wimmins to dress to impress y’all and they came through, of course. Rachel wore Diane Von Furstenberg. I was hypmotized by the colors and print.
I would have bought that DVF right off Rachel if I could have. Because she wasn’t selling, I bought Stacy’s sex-ay pinstriped vest instead. Seriously, the vest is her own design (she does wovens as well as knits) and I’m ordering one. I hope it comes with one of those tags that grandmothers use in their sweaters.
If you would like to order a custom-made vest from Stacy, holla at her at tafettadarlings at gmail dot com.
I wore a vintage Patrick Kelly dress that is covered with hundreds of tiny bows. I also wore my vintage Jacques Tiffeau monkey-fur coat for the first time. We forgot to take a picture of the coat, but I did remember to take photos of the ladies modeling my jewelry, as I like to do. Poor Rachel arrived completely devoid of jewelry after I scared her into thinking I’d be jealous of anything she might wear. I swear, that only happened once! She modeled the 18K gold and lapis lazuli Nefertiti poison ring.
Stacy got to wear the world-famous Wendy Brandes for Francis swear rings.
Rachel entertained us with a tale of how Kanye West confiscated her table at another restaurant the previous night. What the hell, Kanye? First Taylor Swift’s mic, then Rachel’s table! KANYE’S THIEVING WAYS MUST BE STOPPED! But not before I say, “I’mma let you finish...” a few hundred more times, because that never gets old for me.
Later, after we were ejected from left Minetta Tavern, Rachel’s handsome boyfriend rescued her spirited her away. Stacy and I went for Bellinis before calling it a night. I thought I got home quite late and spent the morning bewildered by the fact that I had apparently sent gorgeous blogger Sister Wolf a drunken email at 10:48 PM. Then I looked again and realized that it was 10:48 PM her time and 1:48 AM my time. That makes more sense. There was no way that second restaurant could have been closing down before midnight. It’s kind of shameful that it was closing down before 2 AM on a weeknight, now that I think of it. Isn’t New York supposed to be the city that never sleeps? Everything should be open till 4 a.m. Especially Bergdorf Goodman. I’d love to do a little shoe shopping in the wee hours. It’s just not the same online.