Saturday, November 30, 2013

Tuesday's Trunk Show!

I am working feverishly on fun new designs and some traditional pieces from my last decade of work...!  If you are interested in attending the event, please send me an email at - and if you cannot make it please email me and you can have a private appointment with me! 

Heidi Brueggeman Trunk Show
Tuesday, December 3rd
5:00 - 7:30 pm
Located at the North Sails office on the 4th Floor at the IYRS buildings on Thames Street in Newport.
Refreshments will be served...and there are MAJOR discounts!!!

(L to R) Pyrite and Vintage Chain Necklace, $200; Green Onyx and Turquoise Earrings, $110; Long Carnelian and Turquoise Necklace with Howlite Charms (can be doubled!), $220.  (SORRY ALL PIECES SHOWN ARE SOLD)

Thursday, November 28, 2013


The truth is that I've never been a huge fan of Thanksgiving. My BFF and I eventually referred to it as "the brown holiday".

My indifference wasn't about familial logistics, it was about the food. Well, that's not entirely true. My grandfather made the best mashed potatoes in the entire world, and I have been seeking their equal since age 12.

I think my issue with the holiday is the ridiculously early time that dinner is served. Were we afraid of snow in the darkness leading us back home through the woods and over the river? I'm not sure why we need to starve ourselves all day and then eat at 3 o'clock.

Regardless of my confusion about Thanksgiving's modern day quirks, as an adult I appreciate the reason for the holiday. Preferably I would live my life like this daily, this will be my goal for the coming year (and beyond!). I have oodles of people and animals, circumstances, talents, nature, and life to be thankful for - more than will fit into one afternoon or blog post. I hope you find yourselves of the same heart and mind today and everyday.

True happiness comes from living a life of gratitude. Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 22, 2013

Fur for the Brrrr

Oh fur...where for art thou?  I love some fur at this time of the year.  It's really one of the main statements that gets me through these short and windy days.  Faux or real, shearling or mink, vest, coat, snood or muffs...sign me up. 

Here are a few of my favorite street style fur statements. 

Classic fur style with aviators, gray sweater, and cute hat. 

Gypset fur combo.  Love the over the top luxe gold chain on the hat. 

You can never have too many layers.  And if you think you do, justify it by adding one more on purpose: a fur or fluff of some proportion. 

Olivia Palermo getting sassy with one of her favorite fur pieces. It's a faux vest with knitted arms.  Cozy. 

Same fur, different day.  Love the colorful scarf. 

OP in another lovely fur, but for evening.  It's hard to tell if these are real or faux.  The faux are so nicely made these days.

Yes, another Olivia.  But I could not resist since this one has TOGGLES.  I LOVE a vest that buttons. 

There's something that seems not quite cozy with a bare arm and a fur, but I do love the way it looks.  Style need not make sense, it only needs to feel good to the wearer. 
P.S. The patch pockets in a different color are wonderful.

Cozy fur loop. 

Ok, buckles on fur now trumps buttons and toggles.  This is perfection, and it is long and has patch pockets.  I can't.  Uber luxe with the bare leg/arm and sandal.  Go Rosie (or go Rosie's stylist?). 

This insane blue vest/jacket really takes these LA looking layers to another level.

Good texture and proportions.  Great clog, too. 

Need I say more? 

These chubby luxe vests make me want one too.  Personally I have no shortage of fur vests, so I cannot justify anything unless one were to fall in my lap... It's been known to happen.

Taking an eye break from fur fashion overload.  Don't forget to toss a few sheepskins on your indoor and outdoor furniture this season.  I may have been in Ikea in the past trying to figure out how to fasten these skins into a garment.  I would cover my house in these if I could.  Sheepskin Cottage. 

She is just too excellent.  This is what I wanted to wear circa forever, I just couldn't articulate it until now.  Marant boots, asymmetrical tissue thin black shearling, skinny leathery leggings... perfection en noir. 

Texture + print = stunning.  I cannot get over how much I love a fur vest.  It could be my favorite garment of all time.  Although I do love a tall boot...

She is refusing to give up the fur for Spring.  And I like it.  Who cares what people think?  Someone liked it as much as she did to capture this moment and outfit in time. 

Zebra Love

My love for zebras is not a secret.  I have blogged seemingly endlessly about these geniuses on my other site, The Sugarbuzz.  I recently collected a few zebra-related photos that I wanted to share...

JAR zebra brooch, currently on exhibit with the JAR retrospective at The Met until March 9, 2014. 
P.S. a diamond harness? yes. 

If I could be her...
Striped turban (zebra inspired in my book) + chic neutral silk caftan (dying!) + giant necklace that could be a jeweled platter on a wire (perfection). 

Zebra's not just for floors anymore. 

Zebra hide trench coat.  1970s, obviously.  Sadly I lost the link on who should get the credit for this, but I have a feeling it's Yves or Christian... Bravo.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Trunk Show Today at Rē in North Kingstown

Heidi at Rē is lovely enough to host a Heidi Brueggeman trunk show today - if you're in the area stop by for discounts on gemstone and vintage jewelry as well as designer cashmere by Fjall at wholesale!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Snow Belt

It's been a while since I've been through a proper winter (sans palm trees). As the temperatures drop and the sun sets a few hours after it has risen, I have been scurrying like a squirrel to get winter gear in order. Seeing "ice melt" and window scrapers set out for sale reminds me that the possibility for an epic whitewash is inevitable. Do I need to buy a scraper?
The last winter I endured was in Brooklyn. Even though everything one does in NYC involves being outside and walking in the elements for a longer period of time than suburban dwellers, I thought it was easier to live through snow there. I didn't mind piling on six layers and grippy boots to shuffle four blocks to the store. It was simpler than cleaning off my car and waiting for it to warm up. Parallel parking over poorly cleared snow banks on narrow streets in Brooklyn is another story.
I feel as if I endured a lifetime of winter battles that would carry anyone through the nostalgia of missing a White Christmas. I grew up in the great tundra of Northeastern Ohio. From late October until nearly April we endured ridiculous mounds of perfect snow. There was no point to the colossal quantities of lake effect snow we would get in an afternoon. No skiing hills in sight, and too much snow to clear a bumpy leaf-ridden pond puddle for ice skating. I am not a fan of winter sports. But I do have the gear to look cozy and cute while shivering six layers deep.
I find myself again in the great northeast. Fortunately not NE Ohio where The Snowbelt is not a chic looking Nanook of the North strip of deerskin with an antler buckle. I am situated back on a little island protected by the temperate waters of the Atlantic. It gets cold here, and foggy, and rains, and will snow...don't get me wrong. I still have to gather warm fashion nuts for my layering needs. But when the temperatures dip down and start with a 3...38, 32, lower to 26...I kind of wish for snow. It's cozy and romantic, it makes everything quiet and pure. It reminds me that even though my tan is fading faster than the sunset, there is still beauty in what may seem uncomfortable. I just need to be prepared and have my layers ready to protect me until I can molt again in the embrace of the summer sun. Without the cold we cannot truly appreciate the fleeting perfection of summer.

Chilly 1946 Fashion Shoot.  Love Winter White...

Gorgeous.  And about the quantity of snow we would receive in Ohio on a January afternoon...

Contemplative path = serenity now

I love love love it when the snow sticks to the trees.