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Mardi Gras 2016

spray painted shoesThomas FewerChristy LorioMardi Gras 2016Mardi Gras costumesWell that was fun.

Mardi Gras 2016 came and went. If you follow me on Instagram then you know I’m a very busy lady during carnival season. I marched with the Gris Gris Strut Marching Band again this year.  My friend Missy (flag corps) said it best: “This is like having a part-time job.” The band started practicing before Christmas, with the bulk of rehearsals in the weeks leading up to carnival. Then there are the parades. I marched in five of them this year, which was great fun but also physically and mentally draining. Walking at a snail’s pace across half the city while playing an instrument, coupled with the intense stimulus of thousands of eyeballs on you, takes its toll. Needless to say, it’s bittersweet that marching season has come to an end.

Oh yea, so y’all wanna talk about these costumes? This was the first time in three years that I didn’t have to balance Mardi Gras with school, which meant I had more time to get busy with the details. I think the official appliqué count was 28– all hand stitched by yours truly. And that’s not counting all of the sequin and feather trim work.  I started on our costumes a month ago, but as usual Lundi Gras night was spent at home with a needle and thread. Thomas was on shoe duty this year, and he did a great job dazzling up his pair of thrift store penny loafers.

After sifting through multiple costume boxes (we have enough to practically open our own costume store) to pull out my trust metallic gold body suit, I’m going to sit down after Ash Wednesday and put my old retail management skills to use. Each box is getting an inventory sheet, sorted by themes and color schemes. Our wigs (I lost count years ago) will get stored in their own separate box. A true #MardiGrasProblems situation.

Halloween

IMG_1230Christy Lorio

IMG_1234Halloween! It really is one of my favorite times of the year. The weather (sometimes) gets cooler, the leaves start to change (who am I kidding), the air turns crisp (except when it’s steamy as $%#@ outside), and okay screw it, no need to pretend; fall in southern Louisiana toys with my emotions every year. The temperature still creeps into the 80s some days, and figuring out what to wear is a crap shoot. In the morning I’m digging in the back of my closet for a sweater, and by noon I’m deeply regretting not wearing shorts.

Oh, what were we talking about? Oh yea, Halloween. I’m slowly starting to enjoy the holiday again. I have to admit Halloween lost its luster for me a few years ago for several reasons. I worked in a store that sells costumes for 8 years, which was great for my costume closet, not so much for my spirit. There’s nothing fun about trying to locate all six parts for “slutty bumblebee dress with tutu, gloves, headband, and stinger” while you’ve got a line piling up at the fitting room and last minute shoppers calling in desperation looking for “anything 1960s.” Another aspect of Halloween that bums me out is seeing so many damn costume-in-a-bags on the streets. I understand people are busy and sometimes need to piece together a costume on the fly, but as someone who takes great pride in coming up with original costume ideas, it does nothing for the atmosphere (yea, I’m serious) when half the people at the party show up wearing the same uninspired flimsy costumes. I guess mass produced costumes are better than no costume at all, but half the fun of Halloween is seeing the creative costumes that people come up with.

That said, last night was the funnest Halloween I’ve had in years. It rained off and on all evening, which helped with crowd control, which meant only the die-hard partiers were out. I saw some great costumes (lots of Beetlejuice, N.W.A, skeletons, Star Wars, some jellyfish), and the energy was upbeat despite the weather forecast. It was almost like people had a “we’re all in this together” mentality each time it started to pour.

We pieced together our costumes this year with thrift store finds and some online purchases. I found my Victorian-style blouse and a khaki skirt at a thrift store on the same trip. The pieces screamed British safari to me, so we decided to build our costumes around my outfit and the pith helmet that Thomas already owned. The medals on his jacket are leftovers from my high school marching band days. I found them in my mom’s attic recently and knew I would find a way to put them to good use. I made my clutch out of a piece of leftover buckram I had from an old Mardi Gras costume, scrap fabric from another project, and extra trim from this year’s costumes.

All on a Mardi Gras Day: Mardi Gras Costumes

It goes without saying that Mardi Gras is my favorite time of year. Some years are better than others (remember how cold and rainy it was last year?) but the 2015 carnival season was as an epic one; I marched in four parades with Gris Gris Strut‘s marching band and Fat Tuesday was downright magical. The costumes, the partying, and the energy all added up to a firm reminder why I love my hometown so much. Mardi Gras never gets old.
Oh yea, and our Mardi Gras costumes were rain clouds. I used car sunshades and foam board to create the base for the hat. It was so windy there were times our hats would blow right off our heads. Navigating crowds was also challenging. At one point I popped into Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop to grab two purple drinks (yes, that’s the actual name) but the crowd was so dense that I had to take my hat off and thrust it upwards to try to gain clearance over everyone’s heads. Fortunately I didn’t piss anyone off. In fact, it seemed that most of the bar patrons gave kudos to my decision to limit my own mobility for the sake of costuming. That’s the best part about Mardi Gras, especially in the French Quarter and Marigny. Most revelers respect everyone else’s costume game, even when cumbersome accessories get in the way and make the streets hard to navigate. It’s all part of the Mardi Gras magic and I’m so grateful that I get to partake in it year after year.
 Check out my Tumblr for more Mardi Gras photos.

Kicking off Carnival: Krewe Du Vieux and Gris Gris Strut

Thomas looks like a disco hippie Jesus.
My décolletage was not ample enough to store my iPhone, hence the square stomach. 

Our friend Allie’s golden birthday fell on Krewe Du Vieux Saturday* this year, so we obliged to her request to wear gold to the parade in honor of her special day. My costume box is more like a costume closet, which makes it easy to piece together a somewhat cohesive look on the fly. 
This coming Saturday I’ll be marching in the Krewe of Sparta as part of the Gris Gris Strut Marching Band. Come out and cheer us on; it’s been over 15 years since I’ve marched but I can still keep time with the best of them. 
*We’re at that point in the carnival season when every day has a parade name: Bacchus Sunday, Endymion Saturday, etc…
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Halloween: Space Age Vikings

Thanks for the picture, Daniele!

Halloween used to be a special time for me. It was all treats, with the occasional trick from a finicky sewing machine. I used to labor away on our costumes, until a few years ago. A friend told me she didn’t realize how awesome our costumes were until she saw the pictures on Facebook the next day. “It was too dark and I was too drunk to appreciate them that night,” she admitted. That comment made me realize it wasn’t worth the hours hunched over leopard print faux fur, stitching wooden beads and hand cut fabric leaves to a chest plate. Halloween has lost a little bit of its luster, unfortunately, and I don’t know how to get it back. It’s the equivalent of your parents telling you Santa isn’t real. 
This year we slapped viking costumes together using pieces that we already owned. A few last minute purchases pulled the look together; his helmet and my shell necklace tied everything together. I told myself I would be okay with going light on the costumes this year, but everything about our look bothers me. I need a headpiece, his cape and loin cloth look half assed, and we’re more Ziggy Stardust than Eric “Bloodaxe” Haraldsson. My laissez-faire attitude caught up with me; next year I’ll focus on what satisfies my creative spirit and not let other people influence my decisions as much. 

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Mardi Gras: Look ma, no pants!

Oh, Mardi Gras. It was one of the coldest and rainiest Fat Tuesdays ever, but that didn’t stop the die hard crazies from heading out, including us. Since I never take the weather into consideration when planning a costume, wool socks under wool tights under green tights under fishnets was the only way to go. I felt like a contestant on RuPaul’s Drag Race underneath all that hosiery. Despite how nasty it was, we managed to laissez les bon temps rouler anyway. Needless to say, I didn’t bring my camera in fear of getting it wet, so these were the only non iPhone pics we took. 
This year, I decided to make our hats. With about 12 hours total of hand stitching ( I rarely glue anything, unless sewing isn’t an option) I gave myself a bit of a break and thrifted our tops, minus some embellishments that I added. It’s always fun to play dress up, but I’m allowing myself a sweatshirt and jeans day today after freezing my toes off. Hopefully we’ll have better weather next year but hey, a little rain never stopped me from having a good time anyway. 

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Say Hello To My Little Friends

Frye flats| Blouse from my sis, assorted necklaces (the N stands for Nadia)| Rose gold leather cuff from Satchel

Crawfish claw pendant necklace and cameo belt buckle| Meteorite ring, anniversary gift| Camper heels

Izzy, our newest needle nose. Scroll down for the story.

Loretta is a hellion, Piper is sweet as can be.

Black leather and brass belt| Asymmetrical skirt c/o Abeille NOLA (old)| Banana Republic flats

The month of August was a particularly cruel one. As anyone who knows me can attest, I’m a big animal lover. Our pets are family, and the death of an animal is the equivalent of losing your best friend. My husband and I unexpectedly lost Proteus, one of our cats of eight years, and Nadia, our sweet greyhound, two weeks later. I won’t go into personal details here, but the mourning process was a long one. While nothing will replace those two, we’ve welcomed Izzy, Loretta, and Piper to our home. They’re all getting along, although LoLo, Proteus’ brother, still rules the roost.

All pictures are from my Instagram account. Follow me at @christylorio and while you’re at it, check out @nolaprop for more photos .

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What I Wore: Freret Market

I’ve always been a bad fashion blogger. I %#$*@! up this picture with the port-o-let in the background, and zero $%*@# are being given about my bra peeking through my tank top. My bad. What I do care about  is putting my money where my mouth is. With the exception of a necklace, everything I’m wearing was either bought from an independent fashion designer, secondhand, or made in the USA. I’ve always been an advocate of ethically sourced clothing, and after the atrocities that occurred in Bangladesh, it’s hard for me to buy clothing made in  factories that engage in surreptitious practices without feeling guilty about it. Read this article from this past July that explains the complexities of child labor for some particularly disturbing insight. How do we combat that? Spend your money at  local art markets, support independent fashion designers, buy secondhand, and give fast fashion a big FU. Sorry for being so crass, but it’s really a simple choice that could result in a great deal of change if enough people get behind the movement. 
Tank top: Everlane
Necklaces: Haus 131 (old) & Nelson & Little
Cuff bracelet: Satchel
Shoes J. Crew via Buffalo Exchange
Handbag: Lucky via Buffalo Exchange 
Sunglasses: Celine via Buffalo Exchange 
For more of the Freret Street Market, check out these Vine videos I took for Propaganda New Orleans
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What I Wore: Fourth of July

Poplin Sleeveless Band Blouse: Everlane
Plaid preppy shorts: Banana Republic via my sister (thanks sis!)
Sandals with stud detailing on heel: J. Crew via Buffalo Exchange
Assorted sterling silver bracelets & Celine sunnies: Buffalo Exchange

I haven’t posted my mug here since April. As I’ve scaled back the amount of posts I do, I also wanted to get back to the roots of Slow Southern Style, which is showcasing Southern based designers, or things I give a damn about. So expect less vanity, more features on quality goods worth purchasing.

 For the Fourth of July we rode our bikes to the French Quarter, and basically ate and drank our way through the streets. I highly recommend the Pimm’s Cup daiquiri at St. Lawrence and the cool party vibe at Tiki Tolteca, located upstairs inside Felipe’s. Excuse the jacked up bangs that resemble a toupee; we got caught in the rain earlier.  

What did y’all do for the Fourth of July?

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Blue Dreams

You know when you’ve found an instant wardrobe staple. It makes you feel confident, attractive, and you want to wear it every single day. This Puella dress is perfection for me. It’s flattering, comfortable, and multi seasonal thanks to the lightweight fabric.  The cascading hemline and the henley neckline elevates it from your ordinary basic jersey knit dress, steering clear of lurking into boring territory. When the weather warms up, I’ll ditch the leggings and pair it with a pair of bright colored sandals to keep it spring worthy. 
What are some of your go to casual pieces? 

Dress: Puella
Tights: Lucky Brand
Blue suede buckle flats: Belle by Siggerson Morrison
all from Buffalo Exchange

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