Opinion poll

Although there is nothing particularly remarkable about turning 30, it tends to be a bit of a milestone in most people’s lives. Luckily, nowadays it’s a different sort of milestone than, say, back in the 15th century when 30 was the average life expectancy for women. [I’ve just wrapped up Lancaster and York, by Alison Weir – can you tell?]  On that note … I’m turning 30 this week. Sunday, to be precise. But don’t cry for me, Argentina – or, er, Edmonton. The only thing that bothers me about the idea of being 30 is the fact that I think I ought to feel a little more mature than I actually do.
I have it on good authority that I will be celebrating my 30th birthday with a nice dinner and a movie, courtesy of my lovely spouse. Normally, “date night” poses no sartorial difficulties for yours truly, but this will be no ordinary occasion. The passing of the big 3-0 deserves a little more pomp and circumstance than your average Saturday night. So I am facing the dilemma of trying to figure out the perfect outfit for a date night that’s just a little more special than usual. I’ve got it narrowed down to two options, and now I’m turning to you for help. You’ve done this sort of thing before, helping my dear friend (and retired maid of honour) pick an outfit for my stagette – and very successfully, I might add.
So, what should it be?
Option #1 – heels                            Option #2 – flats

Please vote in the comments!!

Welcome back, Don Draper

In honour of the Mad Men season 4 premiere tonight, I picked up this little number at Winners:

Perfect for a summer wedding (minus the extra crinoline) … or Halloween, as the former Mrs. Draper. Now, where is Roger Stirling and my dirty martini?

Ooh la la

Pssst, wanna hear a little secret? I like to look at naughty pictures. 

OK, now that I have your full attention, let me clarify. I like to look at what my husband creatively refers to as “40s smut”, to wit: pin-up art. Vintage pin-up art is an improbable combination of sensuality and wholesomeness. Its ladies are suggestively posed, but always discreet (however brief their attire). And, always, gloriously curvaceous. Who can resist the naughty-but-nice charms of the Vargas girl in full bloom? She’s not bad, she’s just drawn that way.

Or perhaps you prefer brunettes:

Back in its heyday, the “pin-up” has its real life counterparts – goddesses perhaps the more appropriate word.

Who hasn’t, from time to time, wanted to be the girl that all the boys wolf-whistle on the street – the girl painted on the side of a plane?
Maybe because pin-up art originated in an era before Playboy and its smuttier progeny, or maybe because of the nostalgia factor, there is something charmingly innocent about its (semi) naked ladies. Its sexiness is devoid of icky connotations – and the (under) garments fabulous.

Nowadays, you can partake in the fun first-hand, and live out any pin-up goddess fantasies through the increasingly popular “boudoir” photography trend. “Boudoir” is not synonymous with pin-up, but if you’re going to pose in your skivvies anyway, you might as well go all out on the retro glam scale. I’m a bit of an old prude when it comes to taking my kit (partially) off in front of people – even for the sake of art – but I’ve been tempted by the idea, for sure. Talk about an ego boost!

For those of you who are more adventurous than me, you can give it a try soon. Daphne Chen Photography is offering boudoir sessions in Edmonton on September 18, 2010. You can check out her previous work on her website. She does a much better job than me of explaining what boudoir is (basically anything you want it to be, risque or not depending on your comfort level). And don’t worry … unlike mine, your secret will be safe.

[Full disclosure: Daphne was one of the photographers at my wedding; she was lovely to work with, and she made me look like a million bucks. For real.]