Attend San Francisco’s Black and White Ball.
As many of you know, about a year ago I started writing down 100 things I’d like to do before I die — peacefully, in my sleep, of extreme old age. I called it my Mighty Life List, and I wrote it because I wanted to start dreaming bigger.
Taste 1,000 Fruits.
I was embarrassed by the list’s audacity, worried some of you might think I was cheesy, or maybe overreaching if I told you my plans. That’s silly, of course, because I’ve noticed over the years that you guys are nice. You make it lovely to write here every day, and doing that has helped me realize I want to spend more time celebrating, and less time slogging.
Cross the Canadian Border.
I made the list, changed things here and there, gradually started crossing things off, and then my life took a turn for the surreal.
Make 1,000 lovely things.
Intel has decided to sponsor my life list.
I told you your jaw would hit the floor. I’ve known for months, and my brain is still catching up. So! How did this happen? I’ll tell you the full story in a couple of days, but here’s the gyst.
Intel started this Sponsors of Tomorrow campaign, it’s the one you’ve seen on The Tonight Show, and the one with the geek rockstar ads that have been making rounds online. As part of the campaign, they asked me to choose ten things I thought I could accomplish in the next three months, and then told me to go do them — they’d pick up the check.
Cut to me at the Oscar podium dipping Halle Barry and kissing her full on the mouth.
And so, Mighty Girl is about to get more interesting, and slightly more frantic. My designer friend Helen Jane Hearn came out of blog-design retirement to help me with a beloved new look for Mighty Girl, which will launch Wednesday. I will not be sleeping between now and then.
Next week, I leave for Puerto Rico to swim with bioluminescent plankton. In between I’m taking tap lessons with John Kloss, Founder of Stepology and patron saint of patience.
I need a nap, but I couldn’t be happier. I’m the stupid kind of happy, the let-the-toddler-eat-an-entire-bar-of-chocolate kind of happy. And here’s what’s happening in my head:
In my head all of you are with me in some ludicrous warehouse space, screaming, jumping up and down, blowing celebratory horns, and ducking champagne corks. This Very Good Thing that’s happening, it’s happening because of you. So thank you.
Le sigh. This is Margaret’s fancy cocktail attire. Observe how she could eat a few platters of hors d’oeuvres and no one would be the wiser? Genius. Dress is Diane Von Furstenberg, bought on super-uper sale at Barney’s. Margaret is the queen of 75 percent off.
Just a little detail on the front of the dress. It’s refreshing to come across clothing that looks as though someone has put work into the construction. Also? The light in Margaret’s hallway is heartbreakingly good. She looks like she could ascend.
Her shoes are by Farylrobin, and she got them on Endless.com, which is Amazon’s version of Zappos. Hose are Spanx from Nordstrom. I rarely think to wear patterned tights, but they add so much interest to the right outfit. Chicka-boom!
This is my favorite photo from the whole batch — doesn’t she look coy and classic in her little veil? She bought it in Montreal, and got me a chic cocktail hat by the same artist for my birthday. People stop me to exclaim over it, leading to many pleasant party conversations with folks who have great taste. You can find your own version at Ophelie Hats.
And that’s all folks! Thanks for sharing your inspiring closet with us, Margaret Stewart. You are legendary.
Bryan: What do you want to watch?
Me: I don’t know.
Bryan: (clicking through channels) WIPEOUT!
Bryan: Let me watch for 20 minutes, then you can watch whatever you want.
Me: For the rest of our lives?
My body is attacking my teeth.
My teeth were just minding their own business, masticating, ripping open plastic packaging. Then my teeth glanced over at my immune system, and my immune system was all, “What are you staring at?” My teeth were like, “Nothing, man.” And BAM! My life is a Stephen King novella where I angered some mystic and now I’m paying in teeth.
It’s called dental resorption, and it’s pretty awesome, because it could strike me again at any time. The act of flossing has become a scene from some artsy Julianne Moore movie. Teeth are so terrifyingly symbolic.
Anyway, my outlook on this new development is surprisingly sunny, which seems slightly insane until you understand the context. So much good stuff is happening in my life right now that “immune system attacks teeth” is falling into the category of You Can’t Have Everything.
I can’t wait to tell you what’s been going on behind the curtain over here, you won’t be able to scrape your jaw off the floor. BUT! I’m not allowed to yet. Please check back next week. I have news.
We photographed a lot of upscale outfits, so Margaret insisted on one “what I’d throw on to meet you for brunch” set. Fair enough.
The jeans are Gap, shirt is Paul and Joe for Target, and the jacket is Proenza Schouler for Target. She got it on super sale for $6.
This, again, is why I take Margaret with me when I go shoe shopping. She purchased these boots at Paolo in San Francisco’s Hayes Valley.
These are actual Girl Scout patches, which Margaret ordered according to her interests — design, nerdery, color, sewing, cooking, and photography. I said:
-“They just let you order them?”
-“YES! I know. I was kind of scandalized. I guess they figured people old enough to have credit cards have no use for Girl Scout patches.”
Hello, cutie. Get a load of those eyes. Hat by Boden, which we both agree has grown a little bit ho-hum of late. Reinvigorate, Boden! We want to love you. Help us love you again.
On Monday, we conclude with a peek at one of Margaret’s ludicrously good evening dresses.
Margaret layers with divine inspiration. I would never think to pair a Grecian sheath with a pinstriped, tailored vest. It’s genius, because the dress is a little loose, but the vest defines her waist beautifully.
So many of us wear clothes that don’t fit, but Margaret has really figured out how to use clothing to bring balance to her figure. Her pear-shape requires higher waists and fuller skirts to flatter her tiny waist, and skim over her hips. She tries to emphasize her torso and defined arms, and the effect is lovely.
The dress, which is by Target (!) , is my favorite shade of purple, and so flattering on her. The banker vest is Gap.
(By the way, Target and Gap are both Mighty Girl sponsors, and apparently well-placed ones, but this post isn’t part of any campaign. As always, I’d tell you if it were.)
These shoes are Stuart Weitzman as well. I sense a pattern here. By the way, who rocks iridescent sandals? Margaret Stewart, that’s who. Also, I didn’t get a full-body shot of this, but the orange toenails look great with her clutch.
Margaret got this necklace from a street vendor in Buenos Aires. I got a few hand-painted butterfly brooches by the same artist. I know lots of you are travelers, does anyone know her name?
This clutch is a Martin and Barnett makeup bag. Do you see her working that out?
Margaret doesn’t worry much about the matchy-matchies. I lean a little more Doris Day, and used to be confused by artistic types who used surprising color combinations in their wardrobe. For me, it’s good to remember to loosen up once in a while. Hence, I’m carrying a clear ziplock bag as a clutch from now on. I can go from Day to Airport in no time at all, and that’s pretty much my entire goal in life.
Tomorrow, Margaret’s roll-out-of-bed wear, and her scandalous Girl Scout bag.
Bryan and Hank made a Father’s Day appearance on the San Francisco street fashion site, Fashioni.st. Awww.
I was also on the site a few months ago when I ran out of the house to take some quick Bay to Breakers photos, so I was featured in one of my favorite dresses and zero makeup. Mai’s photo skills saved me from looking like I’d just recovered from a bout of stomach flu, and so I owe her lunch.