Fall Fashion: The Villains of Valentino

While Spring styles are debuting in NYC, let’s take a look at your Fall wardrobe.

Villainous Valentino | Wednesday Addams

Have you ever seen yourself as the Wednesday Addams in a sea of orange-clad blondes? Then, Valentino’s Fall collection is for you! I have to admit, I wasn’t allowed to watch The Addams Family when I was a kid–a little dark for my mother’s tastes. But the moment I saw her headless Marie Antoinette doll, I more than made up for lost time.

The Villains of Valentino | Wednesday Addams

So you can imagine my joy when I saw Valentino’s Fall collection. Who’d have thought that after 27 years of repressed melancholy, I’d finally get the chance to dress up as Wednesday Addams?

The Villains of Valentino | Wednesday Addams

But Valentino didn’t stop there.

Do you sometimes find yourself longing to pull a Glenn Close circa 1996? Do you often have a desire to match your spotted pooch’s ensemble? Valentino has you covered.

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And lest we forget that for every yin there is a yang, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Valentino’s nod to the White Witch.

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So there you have it. If you’re looking for a way to show a little more of your dark side without going full on goth, fill your closet this season with Valentino and accessorize with your own Marie Antoinette.

 

Happy Birthday, Husband!

Happy Birthday, Husband!

This guy! Seriously, could he be any cuter? Ten years ago, I got blessed when the greatest guy a gal could ask for walked into my life, and today he turned 29! He’s my favorite person to spend time with, he has the best sense of humor and, to top it all off, he’s devilishly handsome. He also hates me making a big deal out of his birthday. So this post is short and sweet. Happy Birthday, Husband!

The Day After Labor Day, Mother Nature, and the Belle

I adore this illustration by Elizabeth Graeber. (You'll be able to see it soon on our bedroom makeover!)

I adore this summery illustration by Elizabeth Graeber, and it will be hanging in our bedroom soon!

While I recognize that I should feel a little more affinity for Mother Nature, her being a “she” and all, I have to admit that Labor Day always tends to make me a little bitter. You see, here in the South the heat and humidity reach their peak in late August and early September making the fact that we must put away our linen and seersucker today all the more excruciating. Nevertheless, in the words of my own mother, “There are rules for a reason.”

Do you remember when you were little and your mama told you not to pull your skirt over your head? No? Maybe that was just me. Hmm… It’s not like pulling my skirt above my head was a particularly big deal. It didn’t hurt anyone. I was always wearing an adorable little crinoline underneath or, at least the very least, lacy boy shorts that I got to show off. Plus, everyone looked at me! And who doesn’t want to be the center of attention?

However, a lesson my 2-year-old self quickly learned is that not all attention is good–sometimes people are just laughing at you because you’re crazy. “Bless her heart, maybe she doesn’t know any better.” “Well for Heaven’s sake, do you think she even knows it’s Fall?” There are rules for a reason. It may not be hurtful, it may not have consequences, but it will most definitely separate the women from ‘Belles.’

When I see grown women wearing maxi dresses and cork wedges in September, they aren’t really hurting anything but my soul. You see, there are rules for a reason. In the old days the ‘No White After Labour Day’ rule may have been a clear way to segregate those that had been on summer holiday from the blue collar workers. It was also just a matter of practicality–white reflects the light and therefore doesn’t draw in the heat so it’s worn in the summer. However, living in a region that can stay brutally hot well into the Fall, Southern Belles pack away their white shoes, linen, and seersucker (neatly with tissue paper in a sealed garment bag, of course!) for a different reason. The fashion-literate Southerner needs a way to delineate the styles from one season to another. It may not feel like Fall when it is 95°F and you’re cheering on your SEC team of choice, but wearing your white capri pants aren’t going to help anything.

So happy day after Labor Day. Now go clean out your closet, and will the cooler weather to get here ASAP!

 

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5 Quotes You Didn’t Know Were Lily Tomlin

Did you know that September 1st is Lily Tomlin’s birthday? I’ve always been a fan (my mother does an uncanny impression of Edith Ann), but our recent West Wing binge-watching prompted me to do a little googling today. Do you know what I found out? Lily Tomlin has said some pretty brilliant/fantastic/pinterest-worthy quotes over the years. Here are my top 5…

5 Quotes You Didn't Know Were Lily Tomlin | Secrets of a Belle

“Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.”

“I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.”

“Instead of working for the survival of the fittest, we should be working for the survival of the wittiest–then we can all die laughing.”

“For fast-acting relief try slowing down.”

I always wondered why somebody doesn’t do something about that. Then I realized I was somebody.”

 

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Hello, Gorgeous!

If you’re a new reader, “Hello, Gorgeous!” posts are a round-up of beautiful, random links that are making me smile this week. Enjoy!

"Follow the leader." Seagrove Beach, 2013

I have to admit, we couldn’t have picked a better week for our little beach trip. A day & a half back to work and then a long weekend? Don’t mind if I do! There are a few things that made me smile this week while laying on the beach or riding in the car and today I just wanted to share a couple with you.

Listen

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Last week, Ellen Foord tweeted about Valerie June’s song “Tennessee Time,” and I have been hooked ever since. Valerie June’s voice is both beautiful and haunting–just perfect for a little weekend listening.

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Also, might I suggest taking a moment of silence in respect of her fabulous hair?

… {silence} …

Thank you.

Read It: Jen Lancaster's The Tao of Martha

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My friend Beth has ridiculously awesome taste in books. It’s so good in fact that three of my most recent choices have been her recommendations. (Thank heavens she’s in Book Club.) After working together for a couple years, we are just now getting to know each other better so when she suggested Jen Lancaster’s latest book The Tao of Martha and I literally squealed, it caught her a little off guard. (She had no idea about the Martha idolization… probably for the best.) She had thought I would be excited about the subtitle “Why I’m Never Getting All of That Glitter Off of the Dog,” because of my well-publicized glitter ban following the great giraffe glittering of 2012.

Anyway, Jen Lancaster is quickly becoming one of my favorite writers, and I’m pretty sure we could be super fabulous friends in real life. You know, those quirky girls who have adorable lunches at nice restaurants and then drink too much and go home to glitter the Kitchenaid mixer? That could be us! I think she should be our first celebrity guest at a Book Club this Fall, don’t you?!

Check out the Tao book in which she documents her year of “living,” and then check out her blog: Jennsylvania. I could write a whole treatise on the book–she’s hilarious, she’s laugh-out-loud (aka not allowed to read in bed when Husband’s trying to sleep), she’s personal and relatable, her husband Fletch is a saint… yada yada  yada. Instead, let me just tell you that she inspired me. I love how she summarized things on the Today Show, and, coincidentally, in the last chapter:

“You have to try. You can’t fail, if you don’t try. And there were some things that went horribly awry but the things that didn’t were shocking…”

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Ranting About Quiet

Stephen Shore | Fort Worth, Texas in 1976

Stephen Shore | Fort Worth, Texas in 1976

“Are you an introvert or an extrovert?”

How many times have you gotten this question in the past few months? If you work in corporate America or spend any time on Twitter, I’m guessing you’ve read an article, read a book, or had a discussion relating to this question in the past few months.

Our selection for August’s book club was New York Times bestseller Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Won’t Stop Talking, and I have to tell you it’s spurred A LOT of conversations over the past month. So many, in fact, that my husband is now reading the book, one of my best friends is reading the book, and I’m still just a teensy bit sassy about authoress Susan Cain’s portrayal of extroverts despite the fact that according to her little quiz I am a quintessential ambivert. (I blame any and all of my introverted tendencies on being an only child, but birth order is soooo last decade so we probably shouldn’t even go there.)

I won’t give you my entire rant about Susan Cain’s book. (Although Caity Weaver basically covered everything on Gawker last week if you’re interested). Instead, I will ask two questions:

1. What are you doing to expand your thinking?

Are you reading anything that is making you slightly uncomfortable? Are you having conversations with people that have opposing views from your own? Is there anything in your life right now that is making you think through the why of what you believe?

I have loved how many conversations and debates this book has prompted. It’s challenged me to really think through what I believe about myself and also my relationship to pop-psychology.

2. How are you trying to relate to the people around you?

Yes, I have totally made cracks over the past month like, “If introverts are so quiet, why are their complaints all I’m reading about on Twitter?” But it has seriously been helpful to realize just how different people can be. I really love meeting new people and learning what makes them tick. This book is a great reminder that everyone has their own strengths and their own needs–by recognizing both, I can be a better friend and a better partner to everyone around me.

The gentle reminder I’d like to give Susan Cain: We need everyone. The quiet ones, the talkative ones, the inquisitive ones, the funny ones–people come with different personalities, hobbies, and interests for a reason. One isn’t smarter than another or more valuable. We need them all.

End of rant.

 

Sweet & Savory Fig Pizza

A few nights ago, my friend Cindy suggested we come over for a pizza night. Immediately my mind went to a laid back evening complete with plastic checkered table cloths and arcade games. However, when we got there she’d laid out a full antipasti spread fit for an Italian family much larger than our group of 4. (I’m both happy and ashamed to report this did not stop us from cleaning our plates.) Then, she prepared two pizzas: one a more traditional fare with tomato sauce and buffalo mozzerella, the other the sweet and savory pizza I want to share with you today. I added a few additions to the recipe Cindy used (no arugula or prosciutto were on the original rendition), but rest assured any variation will be absolutely delicious!

Sweet & Savory Fig Pizza | Secrets of a Belle

Sweet & Savory Fig Pizza

Ingredients:

Pizza Dough (We love Ree Drummond’s crust recipe.)

Trader Joe’s Fig Butter

Figs

Goat Cheese

Red Onion

Prosciutto

Arugula

Sweet & Savory Fig Pizza | Secrets of a Belle

We like to spread the dough out on our pizza stone, which is best when started in a cold oven and warmed up with the preheating process. Leave it in for 8-10 minutes–just until it loses that doughy look. However, if you don’t have a stone, you can skip this step.

Preheat your oven to 500°F

Spread a thin layer of fig butter on the dough and then dress your pizza with figs, goat cheese, red onion, and prosciutto.

Cook until your crust gets crispy.

Finish by throwing on a bit of arugula before serving. I think the peppery green is a nice complement to the sweet pizza. Although, my mother in law would pick it off and ask why I put “weeds” on her pizza.

 

Detour by Way of the Shindig

You know what I really love to do in the summer? Take an unexpected road trip with my honey! Inevitably fabulosity always ensues. For example, this weekend we decided to take a slight detour on our drive to the beach and stop off in Florence, Alabama for Billy Reid’s Shindig. Talk about Southern hospitality! Florence was one of the friendliest towns we’ve ever visited–from the waiters to the mayor. And, thanks to the Shindig, was also full of great music and fantastic food! Highlights included St. Paul and the Broken Bones, JD McPherson, and meeting Mr. Billy Reid himself. There was also a brunch by Chef John Currence that I will be dreaming about days from now and a fascinating panel on “Telling Stories in the Modern South” with John Paul White, Natalie Chanin, Billy Reid, Michael Sellers of Good People Brewing (which we are now in love with), and New Orleans’ chef Donald Link moderated by John T. Edge of the Southern Foodways Alliance. Here are a few pics from the weekend…

Alabama road trip | Secrets of a Belle

“How to be Photographed”

Nancy Mitford, photographed *perfectly* by Cecil Beaton in 1929

A few days ago, I stumbled across the most amazing article written by Nancy Mitford in 1930 for The Lady, England’s longest running magazine for women. She was instructing people, namely women on the art of ‘being photographed.’ You should read the full text on their site, but here are a few highlights…

The desire to be reproduced three-dimensionally is as old as the human race, and comes, no doubt, from an unacknowledged craving to ‘see ourselves as others see us’.

It is noticeable that people about to be photo graphed are always at great pains to explain that their motives for taking this step are both noble and unselŽfish. They never say, ‘I wanted a picture of myself,’ but imply that countless friends and relations are clamouring for one, and that it is for their sakes alone that an unpleasant ordeal is to be faced… The truth, of course, is that all women, and most men, thoroughly enjoy the whole thing.

…the resulting picture will gaze from countless pianos and mantelpieces upon the friends who have so constantly demanded it. (I will not even mention those monsters of unfeelingness who stick the portraits of their acquaintances in an album. Such iconoclasts could never rank as true friends.)

A bad photograph is very much worse than useless. Choose, therefore, what you consider the best photographer… and go to him, regardless of expense. (If you commit a murder, swim the Channel, or gain some similar notoriety, complimentary sittings from grand studios will rain upon you. If you are comparatively unknown, it will be necessary to pay for your sitting.)

A little perspective: Nancy Mitford was used to being photographed by Cecil Beaton. Choose your photographer with care–no pressure though.

You must now decide what clothes you intend to wear, and here I am obliged to say the fewer the better… I need hardly add that it is fatal to wear a hat.

And when, some three weeks later, the proofs arrive at your home, you will be able to indulge in an orgy of enjoyable Narcissism as you pore over them…

Another point to ponder, when the Hon. Nancy Mitford wrote this in 1930, it took three weeks to get proofs back of the photo you’d spent all day taking. 80 years later, we plaster photos of our Saturday morning bloodies in less than a second to instagram. My, how far we’ve come!