Considering how much I love a bit of velvet in the colder seasons, you’d think I’d own a classic velvet Audrey-style swing dress. Somehow, I don’t. Or, I suppose, didn’t, because here comes Dolly & Dotty, ready to fulfill my velvet festive dreams, and in my favourite colour no less.
If there’s one thing that makes a great staple wardrobe piece for autumn and winter, it’s a flannel circle skirt with pockets. And if there’s another, it’s a velvet top that can be dressed up or down throughout the whole season. As luck would have it, Heart of Haute has us covered with both.
Ah yes, finally; it’s velvet season. While it’s getting cooler outside and the notion of wearing bright colours starts to feel more and more ridiculous as you open your curtains each morning to increasing dimness, the opportunity to reach for something luxurious and plush starts to feel a bit like a very small happy reprieve. Velvet is here to save us, darlings, and it’s looking damn good doing it.
I’m one of those people who’s pretty bad for encouraging others to buy the extravagant evening dress even when they don’t have a special event on the horizon. The way I see it, life is too short not to do the things that make you happy, and if one of those things occasionally is buying a fancy dress that actually made you gasp or groan or swoon a little bit when you saw it, that can’t really be a bad thing. Putting on a special dress that is too fancy for every day life has a certain kind of feeling that comes with it, a grandness, a fizz of excitement, a bubbling of childlike wondrous joy that you get to wear something so wonderful and look great in it.
Even if, like me, you own far too many dresses, there’s still something extra special about putting on an evening dress that makes you feel like a princess, a lady, or an old Hollywood screen siren. The latter is the realm of fancy we’re entering into today, with a floor length velvet gown from Dolly & Dotty that makes me feel like laying atop a piano and pouting my way through a breathy solo number.
Typically I’m not one for statement accessories beyond a big crystal necklace. I tend to play it safe and classic with my style choices, even though that sometimes means I fall in love with a lemon wedge shaped clutch bag or a handbag shaped like a house and talk myself out of buying it because I’m not sure how to wear it. Every once in a while I realise how silly that is, since my motto in general is to wear whatever you want because life is too short not to indulge in even the smallest of things that make you happy. Which is why today I’m writing about Vendula London.
Vendula London is, in case you couldn’t guess, a UK based brand, who are 100% animal friendly. They offer a range of unique, funky and quirky bags, from clutch bags to handbags, totes to cosmetic bags, luggage tags, tablet cases, you name it. They’re stocked globally, and when I saw some of their book style clutch bags and quaint traditional English building inspired bags I fell in love.
The Lime Crime Velvetines are one of those beauty products that are spoken of in two tones; hushed, reverent whispers (generally by those of us who can do nothing but yearn, wish, wonder–and occasionally check our bank balance, then weep) and vibrant, voracious shouts that proclaim it to be the Holy Grail of all lip products, shouts that urge thee to set down your life before the Velvetines for thy Velvetines have come to save thee.
Basically, they’re supposed to be good. Really, really good. Sell-your-soul-good. But we women have heard this before, haven’t we? About a dozen different mascaras, three kinds of eye liners, about fifty different foundations that claim they will vanish your pores and give you the complexion of a softly kissed and freshly birthed newborn. Personally, few beauty items ever live up to the hype for me, and that is why I have resisted purchasing a Velvetine until now, despite being a red lipstick loving pinup girl. I just couldn’t believe this magical product could really be as Dumbledoretastic as it claimed, and at $20 a tube, or £13.50 here in the UK, plus £3.50 shipping, as it’s pretty damn hard to track them down even online, paying £17 to be disappointed just seemed too steep an inevitable price for me. I’m a thrifty girl. I like to buy lots of pretty things if I can, rather than one pretty thing, where possible. It’s the grew-up-poor kid in me. Continue reading →