Utton but Paris

The news is out: I will be visiting Paris from 2-9 septembre for purposes of gastronomic investigation and fashion research. Stay tuned.

Back 2 Back

Sunday. The wireless waves are buzzing with unrepentant Googling on Macbooks back to back!

Setbacks and Boatniks

One of the Boston venues I'd planned to sell my shirts at has shut me out, at least temporarily. I had high hopes for using it as a test market to let people get to know Utton Bay and gauge public response to my line. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't discouraged. However this incident only inspires me to look in other directions, namely New York.

Crunkin' Again

Even though I have a thousand buttons to sew, I'm feelin' that funky, crunky soul music and the gettin' the urge to dance away and play hooky for a few hours. Did you know that Archie Bell of The Drells is a black belt in karate? He certainly knew how to do the Tighten Up and enjoy life at the same time. Shouldn't I?

A Rack and a Hard Place

I was concerned about how to display my shirts but a trip to Ikea was the solution to my problem. The handy Jall clothes rack was available so I bought two, one for home and one for the road.

Walking on Heir

Even though Mummy insists I am not the heiress I imagine myself to be, it's hard not to feel like Pauline de Rothschild on a good day, especially when sipping a sublime cup of Zabar's coffee while perched on a peach-colored divan overlooking Central Park. Once back in Boston, I come to realize there's work ahead. The final batch of boatneck shirts have been completed by my sewing contractor and now, business begins in earnest.

A Smashing Day

Someone backed into me on the street yesterday and the result is a crumpled front fender and some door damage. My poor little car needs some TLC from the body shop. Such is life in the fast lane!