The top is cream, the bottom is like champagney and the sash is blush. (By the way...I'm totally feeling the color blush in a dress on me and shall be looking for one post haste.) My concern about this dress is with all the ruching it makes it look as if my butt is HUGE-A-MOUS. Robby didn't think so...but I ain't Robby.
I dress The Robinator pretty okay. I know fabrics and enjoy seeing him in a well cut suit. I think I have a flair for awesome shirt and tie combinations and I do believe his business wardrobe reflects that.
But at our age...it was time to step us his game.
How do you step up such a game you ask?
Off to Mr. Bryn Keith we went for the best service and saavy this side of the Mason Dixie line.
We had an appointment and Bryn stepped out of his spot to greet us like old family. Bryn's height makes you think of an athlete and makes you wonder just what this man knows about the art of gentlemen wares but baaaaaaaby...you soon recognize dude knows his stuff.
He welcomed us into his office and simply sat and talked to us for a bit. Just got comfy ya know? He asked Robby (me) a lot of questions about his wardrobe and what he was looking for and Robby (I) answered. Sitting there talking to him was cool because dude is really quite knowledgeable about it all.
While talking to Bryn we realized he had some MAJOR fancy clients so we were waiting for him to realize we were frauds at any minute. LOL! The funniest part to me? The Robinator looking at swatches! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I NEVER, EVER, EVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY! LOL!
Dude has a clear thing for the color blue when left to his own devices so I had to intervene. When he argued about the differences in the color blue I pointed out the hypocrisy of said argument after the argument over the color I want to paint the main level of our home. ROFL!
After we picked out some colors, cuts, styles, pleats, cuffs, monograms, collars, etc...Robby got measured up good.
And then we rolled out feeling good, feeling great, how are you! I'm thinking custom is going to be The Robinator's one, two from here on out and Bryn Keith is definitely going to be our place to go. With Robby's measurements on file as well as a wish list...he can get new duds with a phone call.
Check out Bryn Keith on Facebook and on Twitter too! He has all sorts of classes for men regarding style and fashion and I know a WHOLE LOTTA men folk who need their biz wardrobe stepped up several notches! GO YOU!
Oh...and you KNOW he does clothing for women too! Um...yall know I'm a sucker for that hot, fiyah! :) If you go...tell him The Robinator sent you as Robby thinks he's an expert now. o_0
When was the last time YOU had something custom made? (Erica Bunker may not answer this question. LOL!)
What would you guys think of this hair color on me????????
I've never had color other than highlights for my wedding which ended up with my having TRAGIC breakage but I've since learned about my hair so I'm thinking I may can handle it.
Do yall think this color would look good on me? Do you think I'd be able to maintain it properly? Is it smart to get all over hair color with relaxed hair that isn't weave? Lighter is bad for your hair isn't it?
I've been reading a lot of different opinions regarding the too sexy banker and how it annoyed me that men all seemed to think that she wore those clothes like that because she "knew' what she was doing. It seriously irked the pig ish outta me.
Some men absolutely SHOCKED me by stating that yes...she was distracting.
Some WOMEN shocked me by saying that the wrap dress the woman had on was doing too much and she knew this.
This morning I was moving slow and putting stuff away that I'd recently purchased. Inside my closet was a wrap dress that still has the tags on it so I tried it on with some shoes as an example of what I'd look like in a wrap dress at the office.
I'll do this tomorrow in the sunshine cuz having the camera in the hallway outside our room didn't work out well. It's the end of a VERY long day so don't be trying to point out the dark circles under my eyes or the sloppy way I pull my hair back so when I'm laying on the sofa it doesn't irk me mmmmkay? I have issues.
I'd like to thank all of you for your help yesterday. Having my very own style judges REALLY helps me be on point when the times comes for me to get my STANK on. Yall rock. (By the way...if yall would like to get some votes on some fits...just send me pics and I'll post them so you can benefit too. WORK TOGETHER!!!!! LOL!)
Yesterday I chose two lovely dresses. One was a long, flowing dove gray dress with ruffles and a belt that enhances my being long and lean. The dress fits me well, in my opinion, and the color against my skin is soft. In my mind's eye...I see a deep plum belt and I'm going to start looking for one today. I can wear shoes that are flat and I already have a pair in a lovely pewter and all I'd need is a pedicure.
And then I'd be good. I, of course, already have a bag that compliments it well.
The second dress is EXTREMELY structured. It's doesn't fit in two areas. One area is the waist and it's not the type of dress you can rock a belt with. In the back...I have this serious sway from the small of my back to the donk. Because of this...I need dresses that can be taken up in the waist and this dress can't.
Because the material of the dress is kinda...stiff-ish...it doesn't look bad but at certain times it looks like I have a microphone pack in the back under my clothes.
The dress has all of this detailing that is FA-BU-LOUS but because of the detailing...*sigh*
You get where I'm going.
But again...it doesn't look bad...it just doesn't emphasize my waistline.
When I'm shopping I'm usually on a marathon call with none other than Ms. Erica Bunker of the Alabama Bunkers.
And she can be annoying. Humph.
I sent her the pic of the dress and she was like...I like it...get it. It looks like it fits. And I made her back up...
Me: Um...well...erra...it DOESN'T fit. I have my arms set just so in order you can't see the boobage gaping cuz the dress is a size 8 to accommodate the donk but my boobs are CERTAINLY not an 8. Hell...they're a 4. LOL!
Erica: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Aiight...go head on over to Neiman's and get you some chicken cutlets.
Me: *BLINK* Da hellz?
Erica: Go in the lingerie department and ask for some Chicken Cutlets, silicon breast enhancers that slip in your bra.
Me: How do you KNOW this ish? It's not like you need 'em. You got boobs!
Erica: Girl...just go buy the damn things hell.
Me: Say bruh...I get tired of you cussing me...
Erica: Wouldn't happen so much if your azz just listened the first time.
So...I ran out of time yesterday but I'm going today. Of course I've googled the hell outta em:
Go 'head on and laugh...hell...I'm used to it. Absolutely every person who CLAIMS to love me...picks on my peanut head. One of them even attempts to go so far as to squeeze it making cutesy sounds until she gets right up close enough to note that I am NOT smiling.
Because of my peanut head I've absolutely never had an opportunity to wear cute headbands without doing surgery to them beforehand.
You know...cut it so I may tie it, etc.
And I've NEVER been able to wear a bandana to workout in because there is always so much damn leftover material flapping around.
And I've always, ALWAYS wanted to wear one.
Look see here! I found this site that makes them in sizes! GO ME!