I've been ill this past week, after many years of life without even a short-lived virus to slow me down.  I have been humbled once again by how quickly life turns on a dime. Not life threatening, but energy draining and immobilizing, it was another reminder of the importance of health and well-being. But the show must go on, and fortunately this post was waiting in the wings for completion prior to my malaise.  Continuing with the gown series, The SC and Daniel headed to the RiNo neighborhood in Denver HERE, knowing that we would find a few spots along

Style Crone would not exist if not for the photographers that have given of themselves since the day of launching on July 13th, 2010.  I would like to honor and pay tribute to each of these collaborators that have enriched my life for years. Blogging is a solitary activity in many ways, and to work with someone who I adore expands my enjoyment and allows me to continue to chronicle my life through style and the written word.  It is with deep gratitude that I begin 2015 by thanking those behind The SC lens.  I will start with the most

Happy New Year To All! To all who receive my posts by email, I accidentally published an unfinished post while editing this morning.  It will be out on Monday in its completed edition.  Oops!!! The SC and Daniel traveled to my friend Diana's home, and as you would expect, she has lace curtains, blooming flowers and a lovely sun-soaked space.  I love how the lace curtains create interesting patterns on my ensemble in this photo.  January's Hat Attack needed an infusion of light! I discovered this Abigail Aldgridge hat HERE years ago at The Hat Shop HERE during a NYC

Continuing the gown series, I chose this estate sale 1950's silver satin gown with ribbon pattern and circle skirt, which is one of my all-time favorites.  The skirt provides a never-ending source of twirling possibilities.  I wore it last year for New Year's Eve and the memories of that festive event are forever ensconced in its luxurious fabric, alongside the unknown secrets that were experienced by this playful piece in the past. This skirt could inhabit two staircases and many lifetimes if given the chance!  It's certainly having a new life with me. This season is the time for contemplation

I have a confession to make.  I adore gowns.  Vintage gowns in silk velvet, silk satin, taffeta, lace, silk chiffon and rayon from the 40's.  I've collected them from estate sales since the 70's. I love how they feel and how they move with me when I walk.  They give me great pleasure, which is reason enough to wear them whenever possible.  I love their textures, details, and unique elegant ways.  I think about their past lives and wonder about their adventures. I pair them with small hats and berets, headpieces, or fascinators, as they are usually worn in the

There is a part of yoga that feels like art, or creative self expression within and between each pose.  The pieces that I chose to wear only accentuate what already exists for me in my practice. Shavasana, or corpse pose, is the final pose of class, where integration occurs after the body has been active and engaged for an hour.  It is the most difficult pose, for to be still requires a meditative mind in a culture  that admires productivity. The practice of yoga encourages stretching and reaching beyond boundaries that I may or may not know exist. The rotation

December's Hat Attack brings out an estate sale red 1960's Saks Fifth Avenue hat with brim, which has had a place in the hat room for years. Peering from beneath its brim provides a sanctuary and offers possibilities. I can choose to block out what I don't want to see, or open myself up to the full view ahead. Photos By Daniel Or look downward with the choice of contemplation, as I entertain inner thoughts and perspectives.  The advantages of wearing hats are many, and I am appreciative every day of the year. Headwear is an important piece of body

Goddess Pose My love for the practice of yoga was inspiration for today's post.  I was planning on photos in my traditional yoga attire, but when collaborating with Daniel, the usual is not the order of the day.  He suggested an outfit, and my brain took over from there. Tree I have never practiced in a hat, or in an estate sale vintage black silk chiffon maxi skirt with lace trim accessorized with ruby-red floral embellished satin slippers, vintage clip-on earrings and ruby-red satin belt.  One should never say never about "What To Wear To Yoga." Figure Four Yoga provides

The weather suddenly shifted, as The SC and Daniel braved the chill and the beginnings of snow to play at the Pavilion at Cheesman Park HERE.  I've blogged about this location in the past, but always during the spring or summer.  In the photo above, the snow shows up on my jacket with streaks of white.  The roses continue to bloom, but I daresay not for long. Last month I discovered this boiled wool coat and hat in Nice, France.  I was strolling with Mr. J on the narrow streets of Old Town HERE, when I spotted hats and a

Last week The SC attended Advanced Style: The Documentary HERE at the SIE Film Center HERE in Denver, along with a crowd of people who had been waiting for this event since the film came out months ago.  After touring across the globe, the US opening took place in NYC in September.  Having met four of the cast members, I was thrilled to be in the audience for the Denver screening. The stars of the film, from left to right above, are six stunning and stylish NYC women between the ages of 62 and 93 at the time the film was

As promised in my post about Paris HERE, I'm wearing the headpiece that I discovered at Marie Mercie' HERE.  It was the first hat of many that I tried on upon entering the millinery salon, and it made a lasting impression.  Sometimes the first hat that I spot is the one that finds a place in the hat room! I loved how the leopard print bow perches on my forehead and I just happened to have a vintage clutch and vintage earrings that were screaming to get in on the fun. I found it mandatory to show this beauty from all

  I've learned that no matter how wonderful the time away from home has been, I greet my sanctuary with a new appreciation for the life that I've created in Denver; my friends and family, both face to face and virtual; the everyday beauty that surrounds me; my yoga practice, my music and my routines; and my expanding feelings of peace with "what is." I feel grounded, and from here my next adventure into the unknown will unfold.  I have a new understanding that the journey here in place has its own excitement.  Its own thrill.  Its own creative energy.

Arriving in Nice by train from Paris, we settled in for a week of endless beauty and rich culture.  Old town Nice was a place that would take months to fully discover, with its colorful and magical ways. The Mediterranean Sea stretched into infinity, with landscapes changing along with the weather. The architecture was stunning at every turn. I'm sharing a few photos of the many that I took as we walked through different areas of the city. Ornate balconies frequently caught my uplifted gaze. Another gorgeous cathedral arose from the cityscape as we hopped a tram during an afternoon

    My photos do the talking as I go with the flow of adventure! As we walked along the Seine we discovered the "Love Lock Bridge."  Since 2008, lovers  have attached padlocks to the bridge and tossed the keys ino the Seine, leaving the bridge at risk due to the weight of the locks.  Currently there is a campaign to free the bridge of additional padlocks so as not to cause further damage . Taking the train to Versailles provided stunning views along the way. We met a beautiful young woman from Chile who has been traveling the world,

What to  write when a dream becomes reality?  I will have to reflect upon what it means to me after I'm home.  I remain in the midst of the Paris adventure with Mr. J, and inhaling every extraordinary moment.  I will let my photos speak for themselves. Our hotel is in a neighborhood not far from the Arc de Triomphe, and is very charming, with friendly and helpful staff. This is what I saw when I walked out of our hotel my first morning in the city. The Eiffel Tower at night is a wonder to behold! The very top

The SC discovered this black velvet headpiece with feather and red velvet bow at The Vintage Studio HERE in Minneapolis during my recent trip to Minnesota.  I was immediately attracted to its  ability to  capture my attention, perched on a rack filled with dozens of beauties.  It flew to my head at the drop of a hat. I didn't resist its magnetic  appeal, and it accompanied me home.  I'm looking forward to wearing it at the earliest opportunity.  Out to dinner.  A party.  Or another evening event that calls for a feather to elevates my spirit. Photos By Daniel Please display your

Photo By Mr. J Barcelona is gorgeous.  I'm in love with all that I see, feel, taste, hear and touch.  I noticed many women in the city wearing white lace, and when I discovered this lace top at a street vendor located on the La Rambla ,  I was instantly inspired to make it mine. The architecture is breathtaking.  We visited Gaudi's Basilica De La Sagrada Familia. It was an experience that I will never forget. The interior was astounding, and we walked through its grandeur in amazement. The gallant Mr. J outside the Sagrada Familia. Motorcycles and street cafes line

The SC has been dreaming of Paris since the 70's, but fulfilling this wish has been elusive.  Nelson and I were planning a trip to Europe in the spring of 2005, before his cancer diagnosis, and medical issues prevented our journey. When the gallant Mr. J invited me to Paris, I was thrilled with the possibility that I would visit the "City of Light" in my lifetime.  I recognized this invitation to be of cosmic proportions. Overcoming his cancer diagnosis and thankfully restored to health,  we will be leaving tomorrow. I've been involved in a flurry of preparations for our

In my current quest for inner peace, I've been thinking about the concept of empathy, or the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.  To be able to walk in someone else's shoes without judgement.  It's one of the characteristics of emotional intelligence and a quality that I have worked to develop in myself and admire in others. In graduate school in the early 1970's, I participated in a research project which studied the characteristics of effective therapists.  The conclusion of this investigation was that empathy rules.  Without it, regardless of modality, technique or school of thought, outcomes

I've talked about City Park before on Style Crone, and today I'm exploring its late summer beauty from a different perspective.  Only a half block from my home, I have easy access to breathtaking statuary, sculptures, flower beds, tress, birds and animals. Having worked in emergency mental health for most of my career, by nature my jobs required conversations and interventions with people in crisis, usually having experienced painful and intense traumas.  No one crossed my path unless suicidal, homicidal or severely psychotic.  I found my patients to be extremely interesting, admired their resilience and spirit, and I was drawn