Countdown

Six days to showtime, and we're buzzing here, dotting the I's, crossing the T's and stitching the hems from the last fittings. I'm loving all the sleek but fluid skirts,the knits, the cool new evening pants called "More Cow Bell", and a fabulous cascading chiffon shawl, name yet unknown, that will come in 96 colors(!)So many people have been popping into the shop for the first time these past weeks, telling me they'd been meaning to for months and months-and walking out with sale pieces and excitement for the show. I'll be laboring heavy on Labor Day, but if you happen by, and the door's open, c'mon in.

Am I Blue?

Yes. 6 shades of it. With green-4 shades. And a shot of yellow. Just finished a winter version of one of my favorite skirts, Velvet Underpass. It rocks. It's beautiful, too. So, so right. On a black ground. I can see so many people wearing it-it's much easier to pop on than the white Spring version, which was gorgeous, but required commitment. This version-it's an invitation to a good time. Come see it make it's debut in 11 days at FTC.

13 days

Until showtime.And I just cannot wait to see it walk the walk. Feedback from people has been beyond positive. But I heard something very interesting today. That following the financial mood of the world, a lot of designers have taken the season into darkness. Black, grey, and brown is your highlight colour. This is like giving a bottle of pills to manic depressive and telling them, "Just go on, finish it, will you?". If I'm bummin' big time, granted, I will not be putting on a red party dress and hitting the town. But will I shroud myself and wait for the rapture? No. But I think if I put on "Branching Out", one of the coolest coats I've ever made, I'll perk up, feel strong, and take on the day with a "You can't beat me down, buddy- Excuse me while I step around your stale air" mode. come check it out at the Fairfield Theatre Company on September 4th.

I'm gonna knock your jeans off

That's right. Clear out of the park. I have been workin' with a capital K. wor-Kin. And do I have skirts for you. A-line, easy, slim, tight as a drum. A drum with a lycra bounce beat, that is. High-waisted,flatteringly low slung (not an oxymoron, I swear) lots of great throw it on and go, but look fabulous skirts. I just got goose bumps over one yesterday- a deep green Donegal tweed with this huge silver buckle I came across in the city. Except calling it a buckle is like calling the Guggenheim out building. This is sculpture people. And then this fringed tweed piece pulls through low on the hip-excuse me, I..I... I'm getting weepy. I had been hoarding this giant hunk of gleaming silver, waiting for the right fabric to come along, and make it whole. I found it, but then it appeared it had sold out while I made my decision. But yesterday I got the call it had been unearthed in the warehouse. And at 12:47 last night, or rather this morning,I pulled that tweed through, and had an epiphany. Did you hear the clap of thunder?