True to form, I'd pull something out of my fantasies of pre-War English county life. If I'm to-the-manor born and the doyenne of those flower shows and the annual hospital charitable ball, I must look the part and not disappoint the residents!
In my little fantasy, I am of course channelling Kirsten Scott Thomas in Gosford Park.
|Ditch the cig and add a martini glass|
|What deal with the devil do I need to make to get this library?|
|We're all aiming to grow into the Queen Bee.|
Flipping through the catalogs that continue to plague my mailbox, I couldn't help but be sucked into the pages of Brooks Brothers. They've evolved into something considerably less stodgy over the last couple of years. While I don't live in Gosford Park or East Hampton, I'm still swooning at the idea of wearing the following:
|Monochromatic grey. Sigh....|
|This one is from Neiman Marcus: Adrienne Landau scarf.|
With some yummy ankle boots and a bootleg jean....
|Not your grandmother's Brooks Brothers.|
This sums up my entire fashion ideal; this is the essence of MOI.
If only my hair would wave...
|I already own the glasses, the jeans, and a similar sweater. |
Where's that birthday money for a another new scarf?
Any one of these are worthy of a stroll through fictional orange-leafed lanes, or at least a glass of deep red on the patio with some bacon-wrapped chicken bits sizzling on the nearby grill.
What's inspiring you for your Autumn wardrobe?