Ahh... The sigh of relief that is fall.
Oh, how welcome it is. Unlike the crying child in exam lane one.
Tweed blazers and scarves and Clinique Black Honey Almost Lipstick... the list goes on. It's really strange not being in Arkansas, though, and sad almost. There's not a more lovely and perfect place (in America) than Arkansas in the fall. I don't care what you say about the Northeast and Northwest.. I believe you, I'm just still right about Arkansas.
I've refashioned some old ballet flats with grosgrain ribbon and insoles and the dusty pink color is so wearable.. I wasn't expecting it but they're so comfortable it's like not wearing shoes and now I wear them everywhere. The little bow adds a touch of whimsy, even. What better whimsy is there than grosgrain whimsy? None, better, I say.
Also, I've been slacking on the fashion parts, or any part, really of Alice D. Millionaire. I'm having trouble devoting the time and attention that it takes to have a educated opinion about fashion, regrettably, and am thinking of morphing it into a cooking blog.
We'll see where this season takes us.. So far I could've posted about a beautiful plum tart, the most perfect chocolate cake with spiced frosting and a most delicious and fall looking roasted root vegetable 'rustic puree' aka mashed and whipped because I don't own and immersion blender or food processor. But it was tasty!
