FABIANA FILIPPI SPRING, 2018, LOOKBOOK
I confess; I love clothes. I love to shop for clothes, and look at clothes, and pictures of clothes. I love to dream up different ways to wear the clothes I already own, or find ways to update a dress or a suit I’ve had in my closet for years. Sometimes I shop for one new piece, a tee shirt, a scarf, or something that will transform an old outfit I love, but which is starting to look dated, into one that is modern and current. But to do that I need inspiration.
It’s easy in this visual world of ours to find inspiration that costs nothing: on blogs, or Pinterest boards, or on websites which sell designer fashion.
Grieving the death of a spouse is like trying to hang-on to a 50-pound yo-yo. Grief plunges you to the bottom of despair, then raises you up for a brief glimpse of life, as you knew it, only to drop you again… and again. I never dreamed surviving the death of my second husband would make breast cancer seem easy.
In the last few weeks, two of my friends have lost their husbands to a serious illness. I’ve lost two husbands to death. I know how they’re feeling.
The calendar may say it’s spring, but in many parts of the country the reality is cool weather, even snow. For the last few years I’ve kept my eye out for a duster, the perfect solution for chilly mornings. Dusters generally bring to mind images of cowboys and gunslingers or Kurt Russell and Sam Elliott, walking the streets of Tombstone, Arizona, in long black coats.
Dusters are stylish alternatives to coats and blazers.
I often find myself telling my patients what not to do, instead of what TO DO. Frankly it’s easier to dole out restrictions than recommendations. Here’s an example: Don’t eat sugar. That’s easier than trying to tell a patient under what circumstances it’s okay to eat sugar. But here’s one on the TO DO list:
Do single leg standing exercises! They improve balance and help prevent falls.
TARA SHAW AND BROTHER LUCCA AT HER NEW ORLEANS WAREHOUSE. PHOTOGRAPHS BY BRENDA COFFEE ©1010PARKPLACE, 2018
For the last 25 years antique importer and designer, Tara Shaw, has walked through one open door after another. She calls it her spiritual journey. When a book agent told Tara, ‘I know you have a book in you,’ Tara said, “I sure do. I’ve been working on it since 2004.” Instead of sending the agent a book about design, Tara sent the memoir she’d been working on, The Coat Your Father Gave You. “I feel each person has a coat from God,” Tara said. “It’s very unique. Authentic. We listen to our heart, and it’s our calling. We go through the doors. That book was my spiritual stories from 20-something years of traveling in Europe and working in China and India.”
When her agent told Tara she didn’t want an Eat, Pray, Love book, Tara wrote the design book. It will be finished in 2019 and published by Abrams in 2020.
PHOTOGRAPHY ©BRENDA COFFEE, 1010PARKPLACE, LLC, 2018
The best thing about New Orleans isn’t the food, although it is fabulous, or the live music on the street. It is the people, most notably the women I met this week.
Would you believe I went to New Orleans to have lunch with women I know from Instagram?
When I was in my 20’s, a hand lettered sign on the checkout desk of an Austin, Texas, motel made a big impression on me. It’s always cracked me up, but now when I think about it, the words on the sign are as telling about the people who stayed there as they are about the owners.
NO CHECKS, NO DANCE BANDS, NO UNMARRIED COUPLES
PHOTOGRAPHS BY JENNIFER DENTON ©1010ParkPlace, 2018
This week I’m breaking out of my more tailored style and wearing something a little more trendy… bell sleeves. Also I’m layering bracelets and necklaces and instead of the smaller purses I prefer, I’m carrying a basket! Part of me wants to say, “Who are you, and how did this happen?” The how is easy… I went shopping with my friend, Heather Wolff, former owner of Worth New York in San Antonio. As a longtime clothing consultant, Heather has a well-developed eye for putting outfits together.
When I told Heather I only have dress up clothes and gym clothes, she said, “You have a life in-between. You need clothes for your life!”
JUDY GARLAND AND FRED ASTAIRE, "EASTER PARADE," 1948
Spring is just around the corner. Hopefully. I’ve been waxing nostalgic on my blog about childhood spring rituals. Skipping ropes and marbles and white rain boots. And of course, Mum’s opening the big cedar chest to unveil our spring clothes. Sigh… I always longed for winter to be over so we could swap our winter coats and mittens and heavy snow boots for rain boots and spring coats. Like the coat I wore when I was seven, dusty rose with chocolate brown frogging. At least I think that was mine. My memory might be playing tricks. Maybe it belonged to one of my older sisters, and I only coveted it.
Don’t all youngest sisters covet what their older sisters have?
ME AND MY FIRST HUSBAND ON A TRAIN IN SWITZERLAND. I WAS 22.
So many of you have left comments on my blog, Instagram and Facebook and even sent me emails, telling me how much you like my writing and urging me to write my story… a memoir. Thank you, sweet friends, for supporting what are sometimes difficult things to write, but that’s what I do. I’m a writer, and our stories are not always pretty. While I haven’t decided whether writing a book is something I want to do, you’ve made me think about it. In the meantime I found a piece I wrote 20 years ago for a writer’s workshop. The assignment was to write the first page of your memoir. For your consideration… xoxox, Brenda
I’ve often wondered if he liked to possess me just as some men like to own fast cars. “This week she landed on an aircraft carrier, cooked a gourmet dinner for 12 and won a race at Texas World Speedway.”
I was fast and sleek and hung my ass out over the edge. A risk taker. A reflection of him.