FASHION Archives - Ellen Morris Prewitt

Today, In Memphis

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 11, 2019. Posted in FASHION, General, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, RACISM. 4 Comments

Today, in Memphis, we met a fun new couple who have been leaders in Memphis for decades and live in our downtown neighborhood. How? We went to a coffee shop, in Memphis. Today, in Memphis, I had lunch where one of the most accomplished, energetic, enthusiastic women I’ve ever met, and we plotted to end homelessness and world domination...

Hats on Parade

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 8, 2019. Posted in FASHION, General. 2 Comments

So, in searching for photos for a recent blog posts, I was taken with how many of my photos have me in hats. This doesn’t look like it, but it was an Easter hat (with Evangeline) I’m talking about the hats that were NOT costume hats. One of my many grocery store hats, which are my favorite. Even to me, some of these...

The Inappropriate Dress Gene

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 3, 2019. Posted in FASHION, General. 6 Comments

There I was, stepping into the gala for the graduating seminarians. The seminarians wore black shirts with white clerical collars. I wore a minidress from Billy Bob’s Chinese Laundry in New Orleans. It was leopard-printed. And flocked. I can’t help it. I have an Inappropriate Dress Gene. My mistakes are not fashion faux...

Ruffles in the Front

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 23, 2019. Posted in FASHION, Writing. 3 Comments

I have been a fashion maverick ever since my three-year-old self tugged on her ruffled panties, backwards. “Your panties are on backwards,” my mother said, pointing at my britches as I examined the cascading layers of beautiful white ruffles. “The ruffles go in the back.” “I can’t see them in the back,” I responded and marched confidently...

The Plates (or chainsaws)

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 3, 2019. Posted in FASHION, General, Writing. 4 Comments

I am a plate juggler. (Or, as my former senior law partner called it, a chainsaw juggler. ) I have a lot of projects going at once. Right now, I’m running as hard as I can after my goal of “getting my work out there.” This gives me five projects in various stages of completion. Here they are. (I don’t expect you to remember...

Model for Deception

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on February 27, 2019. Posted in FASHION, General, Writing. 10 Comments

So, it’s a good news/bad news type of deal. The good news: I requested a Kirkus Reviews of Model for Deception: A Vangie Street Mystery. This is what I call my “fashion model detective novel.” Here’s the book jacket on the novel: Vangie Street is older—thirty-two to be exact—when she takes up modeling in the “big...

Gripper Gloves & Dorky Shoes

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 14, 2018. Posted in FASHION, General. 2 Comments

So it’s cold in New Orleans, or at least cold for New Orleans. We got a cold weather alert from the weather alert service that usually concerns itself with hurricanes. But this time it was a “it’s gonna be cold-as-hell, y’all” warning. The Citywide Freeze protocols are being activated. When I get such warnings, I...

A Writer’s Work

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 16, 2018. Posted in FASHION, General, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LAWYER, LOVE, RACISM, Writing. 6 Comments

In the last five days, I’ve: Approved the final back cover for MODEL FOR DECEPTION, my next and second novel I’ll be releasing, and worked with the graphics person on formatting its content and taming a Table of Contents that, when properly formatted, ran on for 5 pages….sheesh. Finished the final manuscript revisions to THE HART WOMEN, the...

Spilling Forth Your Talents

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 5, 2018. Posted in FASHION, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, RACISM, Writing. Leave a Comment

I’m working on it, I promise!!! (Photographed at The Buttercup, Bay St. Louis, Mississippi)

The Chick in the Eye Patch

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 14, 2018. Posted in FASHION, General, GOD. 4 Comments

On the flight to Jerusalem, I watched my Israeli seat mate, a seasoned traveler, do a nifty trick with her contacts, using no water. I followed suit, and two days later I couldn’t see out of my right eye. Of all things, one of the priests on our trip had been an ophthalmologist before taking his orders. “The human eye,” he said, “is the fastest...