From Folds of Sable to Layers of Snow

I am beginning a quest.  A quest I was, at first, very opposed to.  Now that I have come around there is much fun, excitement, and an adventure to be had.  

The quest is this:  

Recreate my wardrobe without using black. 

  

My current wardrobe is almost completely composed of fabric that is black as pitch so this shall be quite the challenge.  The new theme is to be centered around shades and hues of white in the form of crinolines, lace, and fluff.

To inspire the creative juices to flow, I have scoured 

the interwebs for inspiration.  The main elements are to be demonstrated with a selection of choice photographs.

The pictures may not be all white or might have black in them but, there is something stylistically appealing about the object in question.  Can you guess what it is?

I like the cut and pattern of the shoes above.

 

There is something about the combination of colors and the makeup that draws me to the photo on the right.  It's so whimsically ridiculous that I must have it.

I find myself drawn to the floof of the tutu ... ignore the hooped portion.

*** Thank you to all the people I am borrowing these photographs from for this entry. ***

Such a Space Case

So, I've been completely lax about finishing my Gloves of Awesomeness.  Maybe the super hot weather we've been having here in Florida is the deterrent... or I could just be a lazy bum.  I think I'm a lazy bum.  What I have been doing is playing around with my style and going out.  My first anniversary was also on the 26th this past Monday ^_^ Yay.

Speaking of my anniversary, we are supposed to be going to New Orleans this weekend with friends to celebrate.  As of right now, all but one friend has said they aren't going and we can't get a hold of the last one for some reason.  We are supposed to leave tomorrow and no word.  Ari and I can't afford to go by ourselves so it sucks big time.  I have to admit that I am angry/frustrated with our friends and my husband.  Ari didn't make reservations three or four weeks ago when I told him to, we didn't set aside enough money, and my friends essentially all bailed (like the last trip to New Orleans I planned for my birthday a few years ago...except that time, a few of them went anyway without me after the trip was canceled).  I was soooo pissed.  I think New Orleans is cursed for me...I'm starting to think I'll never get to go. *crosses fingers and scrunches face*  Ok, Bitchfest is over.  My apologies for sounding like a brat.

It is now my job to figure out what we will do for Plan B if Plan A doesn't pan out...it's looking like it won't.