Marc Jacobs and the Designer Role of His Life

Happy to hear that Marc Jacobs is receiving the CFDA’s Geoffrey Beene Lifetime Achievement Award. Kudos, props, congrats to Marc.

But I just can’t believe I didn’t buy the Marc by Marc Jacobs Totally Turnlock Faridah bag for $50 at my go-to vintage thrift store yesterday. And after the article in the Times, too.

The bag was similar to the one below, only it was a faded denim hue with goldtone hardware.  It retails for $448. What was I thinking???? I am sick. SICK, I tell you.

Gone when I finally went back for it…now I am haunted by the great deal I let slip through my far-too-thrifty fingers, sure to never own a Marc handbag in my life.

Must’ve been that NYT’s article yesterday that pushed it out of the store so quickly!

Sigh.

Cow-ch Gag

Perhaps I’ve been inspired by too many nightly episodes of The Simpsons, but this came to me the other day and made me laugh. I am a ceaseless punster, as well as faithful Simpsonite. Need I explain further?
Since our leather couch and matching club chair are seriously breaking down and beginning to sprout pieces of their innards…they are over a decade old now… I got this cowhide from a guy out in Red Hook to use to hide the holes in the seat cushions. I figured it was a more affordable way for me to “recover” them for now. We kinda love it.

I know rustic shabby Americana is in, per the New York Times article “American Rustic” that ran with this photo a couple weeks ago. Note the stuffing stuffing out of the red club chair!

Photos courtesy of NYTimes.com. Top row, Randy Harris for The New York Times; bottom row, Tony Cenicola/The New York Times.
This is our club chair, below. I tried to glue a piece of thin suede over the well-worn hole, but it didn’t really work. Sometimes I drape a piece of suede over it. That doesn’t really cut it either.

 
We, too, use vintage suitcases, plus a few old picnic baskets, for extra storage for photos and writing.
 Our armoire is an old china cabinet (two people’s clothes in a studio closet is virtually impossible) that I’ve dragged with me ever since snagging it at a yard sale in Columbia, South Carolina. Initially I’d painted it lacquer black and added mirrors to the doors, but later I stripped it and added faux pie tin fronts and shelves to the inside. 
Voilà! The perfect bedroom bureau.
How do you cope with storage in a “charming” NYC studio living space?