portrait of an american girl, in grey and gold

The incredible snow fall we've had has got me in the mood for this colour scheme: black, blue grey, gold.. I can't really do this post without playing that fabulous Tom Petty song, but embedding is disabled by request, so you'll just have to click here and crank up the volume. The one I found is a really good version.

Okay, got another window open & playing it? Good. So it was back in 2009, the last day of the decade, 8:30 in the morning, and Mr. Dot, the cat, & I were lounging in the bed when the doorbell rang. Don't answer it, said I. He did, of course.

It was the FedEx man. We never see a FedEx man. It was from American Apparel. They were sending me samples to try out. It was like Christmas came early (well, Christmas 2010, that is). I couldn't believe it: I loved everything they sent, apart from a purple polo shirt, but I bet even that, I'll find something to do with it. So after we toddled off to Richmond for the best little two day New Year's Eve party we've ever had, we did one of our little 60-second photo shoots.



I love this grey jumper, it's slim & fine as a tee shirt, so so comfortable & warm, & I've been wearing it non-stop. I'd been out in it with black tights, heavy pale pink socks hidden under Ugg-like boots, and of course, Mr. Dot being Mr. Dot, the shoot seems to have started before I was quite ready. Ah, sigh: a model's life ain't easy.

The bag is also American Apparel: lightweight and sturdy and seemingly made of real gold foil. I love it. This is the future, for me: no more big leather bags. Let's save those skins for shoes, shoes, shoes. Expensive IT bags are so 20th century. I just need something big, synthetic & light weight, because what with my camera and water bottle, a book or two, my notebook, sunglasses etc, my load is heavy enough.



I'm not telling you where to shop, but if by any chance you were going to buy anything from them online anyway, if you could please do it thru clicking on my ad on the right, they'll pay me a small fee! But better than that: they might be impressed that people are actually out there, reading this, and might send me more great stuff. It's only fitting, as I am, after all, an American girl. Granted, a very very old girl, but female, nonetheless.

p.s. Someone asked about the court shoes: they're Zara, I bought them in September because I never wear heels, never wore them, even brought them to the New Year's Eve sleepover party but wore black ballet flats instead. The minute the shoot was over I took a step and realised I'd wedged the heel into the soft earth between the old cobble stones. I wish Mr. Dot had shot me trying to break free, it was hilarious. There must be a trick to wearing heels that I haven't caught onto.