Ten
Clawfoot Bathtubs - My obsession is so bad that I refuse to move out of my parents' house until I can find an apartment or house with one of these. I might settle for a clawfoot sofa a la Breakfast at Tiffany's. It would take a lot of bribery and co-ercing, though.
Nine
Fur Coats - I found my Grandma's a few months ago in the back of my closet. A shin-length mink with a light brown satin lining, which has gorgeous olive embroidery on the bottom two feet of the skirt. Two days ago, my Mother let me have a white rabbit fur one with strong shoulders, that ends at my hip bone. She had another one from my Grandma, that was a darker mink, again hitting at about my hip-bone.
Eight
Antique Dollhouses - Apparently the Dutch and Russians made some incredibly
gorgeous ones... this is definitely a subject I need to research, and maybe a collection I need to start.
Seven
Italian Scooters - Especially Vespas, and even more especially, the vintage ones. Owning one is on my bucket list. Especially in a pretty color like the one above.
Six
Trains - They've been popping up everywhere, lately. Friends' travel photos, editorials, visits to the museum...
(Yes, I skipped Five. It's my absolute-favorite-number, and must be reserved for last).
Four
Trousers - I'm a dress girl, but I wore grey wool trousers today because it is ridiculously cold out and I'm sick. High-waisted grey wool, absolutely divine with an oxford shirt and triple-strand of pearls. I can only wish mine were as nice as these from Lanvin's SS09 show... [photo from style.com]
Three
Peppermint Tea - It works wonders on a sore throat, and tastes amazing.
Two
Rabbit Fur - I was snooping through my Mother's closet the other day, and found a coat made of rabbit fur. It is quite possibly the softest thing I have ever felt. I want to stroke it continually while I wear it, but I've managed to restrain myself.
One
Perfume - I used to like it, but now I love it. I used to wish for a signature scent to wear all the time, now I want to buy out the fragrance department. In fact, I can see myself buying new ones simply because of the bottles or the names, in the future. Here's to hoping my perfume addiction doesn't get as bad as my shoe addiction.
Five
The new coffee shop that opened up on 20th Street last week. Half a block from the flea market where I buy all my vintage clothes. My friend at the flea market said she had heard about it, and asked me to grab her a coffee on my way to the bank. I tried the door and it was locked, but as I walked away, the owner opened it and invited me in. He told me they were closed Sundays until he had more staff trained, but when I mentioned that I had been sent there for coffee, he offered to make a cup, as well as some tea for myself. Completely brightened my day. (More on the shop, another day...)
Mille tendresse,jenniferMichelle
