Mother's Day gift guide: Ethical, sustainable, impactful

Mother's Day gift guide: Ethical, sustainable, impactful

A Mother's Day gift from MADI apparel is perfect for any mom who believes in sustainability, ethicality, and shopping locally. Your gift not only benefits your mom — it helps mother’s all over the world too. Here are some of the items MADI mom's recommend.
May 06, 2019 — Taylor Shuck
MADI Makes: Empowering women in KC

MADI Makes: Empowering women in KC

Last May, we launched MADI Makes, a seamstress job-training program for at-risk women in Kansas City. Andrescia is the first graduate of our program and now works for us, creating underwear for those in need in her community. Here's her story.
Cheers to 3 Years!

Cheers to 3 Years!

Over the past 3 years, MADI Apparel and Donations has: 

Thank you to everyone who has volunteered, donated, and supported MADI's mission. In return, we are celebrating with special events and a one-time sale with some items up to 40% off! 
  • TONIGHT - Sept. 7th from 6-8 pm, We are saying thank you to Kansas City with a happy hour! All of the fun takes place at MADI Apparel at 1659 Summit Street, Kansas City, Missouri. We'll be serving up apps + drinks (to those who are 21 and over) to visitors and up to 40% off on select items for shoppers.

  • THIS WEEKEND - Sept. 7th-10th, Shop our store online and save on select items. Up to 40% off! Shop here: https://madiapparel.com/collections/sale
 
As usual, your purchase helps in the following ways: 
  • For every intimate purchased, we donate a pair of underwear
  • Your purchase helps employ women in Kansas City
  • Your purchase is made of viscose from bamboo and/or long-lasting laces; Eco-friendly fabrics that lower your end waste and can be washed, dried and worn for years!

Thank you for helping us Make a Difference over the last three years!

 

 

We Are Summer Lovin' Our Pop-Ups!

We Are Summer Lovin' Our Pop-Ups!

This summer MADI Apparel has hosted two pop-up shops in our beautiful Kansas City flagship store and will be hosting a third later this month! These pop-up shops are Noble Native by Sarah Hicks, By Grace Designs by Emily Moon, and Modern Mija by Emily Sharp. Each one is socially conscious through sustainable and slow-fashion. Although two of  the pop-up shops have officially moved out of MADI (Noble Native and By Grace Designs), we still want to tell you about these awesome boss babe-run companies!

Modern Mija - Sarah Sharp

Modern Mija is a new brand that focuses on modern and trendy clothing for children. Sharp’s mission is to provide children with clothing that is just as fashionable as the clothing worn by the adults who surround them. The brand carries multiple designers and has an impressive Instagram feed! Modern Mija will be in MADI Apparel August 17 - September 17!



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Noble Native - Sarah Hicks

Noble Native was founded in 2016 by Sarah Hicks. The company believes in sustainable fashion and fair working conditions and wages for factory workers. The pieces sold by Noble Native are fashion forward and trendy. Each piece is sure to make you stand out from the crowd! Check out a few of their pieces below:




 

By Grace Designs - Emily Moon

By Grace Designs is an organization that believes in educating, employing, empowering, and elevating. All of the pieces in this shop are made by at-risk women and are sweatshop free. The main value in this company is empowering women. Emily Moon is doing an amazing thing by creating these pieces with women empowerment in mind. Check out a few pieces from By Grace Designs below:

Be sure to come back to MADI Apparel August 17 - September 17 for Modern Mija and to check out Noble Native and By Grace Designs online! Every Saturday, stop by MADI Apparel for complimentary lemonade, a look at Modern Mija, and exclusive deals at our next-door-neighbor, Westside Local!

ReBlog: "Confessions of a Ladyshark" - the story of how the world’s most misunderstood predator revived a deeply broken soul

MADI Apparel began with a desire to make a difference in lives of survivors of domestic violence, rape and natural disasters, then, that desire evolved into an idea for a brand that could make a difference through underwear, a brand that could also cut and sew garments domestically creating jobs and ensuring fair labor conditions, and a brand that could use high quality fabrics-not only for the women purchasing them, but particularly the women receiving the donations. From there, MADI Apparel was born with a mission to be America's most impactful intimates. And to this day, we have never wavered in our desire or our mission. We continue to strive to give as many of these heroic women underwear as we can, but we also strive for more than that, we strive to bring them a little more comfort, and mostly, a little more confidence.

In the words of our founder, "I came up with MADI Apparel because MADI is a common woman's name.  Anytime I meet a survivor and she thanks us for donating underwear, I picture my family member telling me her story, years ago.  I wanted other women who buy MADI undies to picture a woman - with a name, who matters - and know that her purchase of underwear will help a woman in need."

We are so honored to team up with Kori Garza as she's telling her story for the first time...about how sharks saved her life from the real predator - her own husband. Kori is the reason we do what we do, Kori is the ladyshark that we hope all of the women who receive our underwear become.

Kori says she teamed up with us "not only to support their cause, but to support the women that rely on them. Because I was once one of those women. There is a ladyshark within you, waiting to be awoken."

To donate a pair of underwear - the most intimate, dignity-filled article of clothing - to a woman like Kori on a journey to safety, empowerment and recovery, simply buy any MADI intimate for yourself. Read Kori's story and find discount code for web orders <3 #ladyshark

To see the original story and pictures, click HERE.

Reblog:

"KOKO x MADI APPAREL: CONFESSIONS OF A LADYSHARK

the story of how the world’s most misunderstood predator revived a deeply broken soul.

Exposed and vulnerable but not weak; baring all in broad daylight to represent the many women who remain silent fighting their battles in the dark. Stay strong; we are fighting with you. FEATURING MADI APPAREL, AMERICA'S MOST IMPACTFUL INTIMATES LINE. For every pair of intimates sold a pair is donated to women in need at domestic violence shelters, during disaster relief, and at hospital rape crisis centers. 

/Image by Amber Boutot/

Please help support MADI in their efforts. 

Visit www.madiapparel.com and use promo code "ladyshark" at checkout.

When we were young our mothers prepared us for the monsters of this world. As children we peeked beneath our beds. As adolescents we learned to lock our doors. As developing women we learned to walk in well lit areas. Our fathers taught us the importance of the way a man should treat a woman. 

However; what went untold is that not all monsters come equipped with seemingly endless rows of teeth. Sometimes, the most dangerous monsters enter our lives unnoticed. Sometimes, they are the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. Disguised beneath illusions of a love so unfathomably deep and beneath a mirage of good intention we welcome them into our hearts and homes. 

I was twenty two years young when I met my monster.

And in the beginning, if even for what only feels like a moment, I truly loved him. Every word he spoke I accepted as truth. My clouded mind and heart smothered out the instinctual warning felt resonating throughout my bones.  

He was handsome. He was compassionate. He was the most charismatic person I had ever met.  I was mesmerized. I was hopeful. 

I was naive.

Within two weeks he had convinced me to leave the solitude of my home. Within three weeks he had convinced me to leave my work. It took four weeks to become completely dependent upon him for survival without realizing.

And then suddenly this perfect man began to shift into a slightly less recognizable form each day until nothing but a stranger stood before me.

He was condescending. He was manipulative. He was untrustworthy. I was isolated. I was unemployed. I was homeless. 

I had given him every ounce of control over my life and I was now playing by his rules.

Survival in Hawaii is difficult. Cost of living is borderline unreasonable. Decent employment opportunities are few and far between. Affordable housing is nonexistent. Survival in Hawaii is difficult; unless you are a member of the armed forces. And he was. It was easy for him to convince me to stay. It was easy for me to justify his actions and the reasons I should have left.

What I knew is that he had been married before. 

What I had thought that I didn’t know was that he hadn’t told the military of his divorce and was now fraudulently using married pay to provide for us. And that he had been caught. And my only way out of being homeless, jobless, and alone in Hawaii was immediate nuptials. 

What I actually didn’t know is that he was still married. 

And that he had perfectly timed this fabricated situation to have a second marriage aligned just days after the finalization of his divorce in order to keep the pay and benefits so desperately needed for survival. 

By the time I had discovered the truth it was too late. I had told my mother I had met the man I intended to spend the rest of my life with. I had told my father I had met a good man just like I promised I would. They had already scrambled to arrange my “spontaneous and intimate” beach ceremony and were on the way to Hawaii. I was too ashamed of myself to tell the truth. I was too ashamed at what my family would think of their weak, naive daughter. I remained silent.

I was twenty two years young when I married my monster.

I put on the dress. I wore the haku. I carried the flowers. I walked down the aisle barefoot in the sand. 

Shaking from fear I made a vow that day. A vow to myself. That if I were to become a wife, I would not do it half heartedly. I would forgive. I would love. 

Ku'u aloha no na kau a kau.

He made a vow too that day too. And although I heard the words, they held no weight. 

Three days. That’s all I had with my husband before he was sent away for training. I had two months of solitude. Two much needed months where I reflected, healed, and learned to forgive and begin anew. I was ready to build a life and I was ready to be a wife. I wanted to start our lives hand in hand, embarking on an adventure. 

When he finally returned we hiked the ridge lines of the Na Pali Coast. We swam beneath the lush waterfalls of Kalalau. We slept in sea caves shared with rock crabs and bullfrogs. We counted the stars each night and felt invincible. We flew across the country and explored his home town. We laughed with old friends. We ate hushpuppies until we couldn’t breathe. We giggled and held hands as we watched manatees play in shallow mangroves. 

And then one night everything changed. 

I was 22 years young when my husband almost took my life. 

I saw the eyes of the man I loved go cold as he stared right through me while he wrapped his hands around my throat. I fought for my life against the man that vowed to protect and cherish me until the end of time.

And then I watched the world turn dark.

When I woke I was laying in a ditch on the side of a New Smyrna Beach backroad. Within moments an officer was asking my name. He asked if I could breathe. He asked if I had known who did this to me. A local resident had heard my screams and called for help. My mind couldn’t grasp whether this was my reality or some strange nightmare as I whispered the words, “my husband”. They took pictures of my body. I had never felt so alone and exposed. I couldn’t explain it, but even in that moment I felt fear overtake me as I suddenly felt the need to protect him.

They called him. He answered. I listened as the officer told my husband that I had been attacked. I listened as my husband told the officer he hoped I was dead just before hanging up the phone. In that moment, I wish I had died too.  

The next morning my husband woke and wondered where his wife was.

The only person I wanted to console me was the very person that had done this to me. It didn’t make sense then and it doesn’t make sense now. The moment the door opened his eyes immediately locked onto the black bruises wrapping around my neck, only made distinguishable into the shape of hands by torn skin and blood vessels broken in between them. I watched his eyes fill with tears as he broke down. I frantically watched as he began to talk his way out of it.

"This has never happened before."

"This must be PTSD from Afghanistan.”

“I love you so much. I would never hurt you on purpose.”

And then I watched the conversation turn. 

“If the army hears about this I will lose my job.”

"We will lose our home.”

"You will end up back in Missouri.” 

"Is that what you want?”

Because of the severity of the situation, the state of Florida was pressing charges on my behalf.  Suddenly I went from the victim to the person destroying our lives should I tell the truth. And so I went to the court and made a written testimony that I didn’t remember what had happened to me. 

He was free. And the moment that he knew that he would no longer be held liable for his actions, he was no longer liable to experience the guilt and responsibility of his actions either. And compassion was no longer welcome in his mind. 

And so we went home.

I just kept thinking that everything would be fixed, we just needed to get back to Hawaii. But part of me never left the side of Saxon Road that night. And it didn’t matter where I was, nothing was fixed and nothing was okay. Night terrors haunted me incessantly. I couldn’t stand to be touched, which only made him more frustrated and angry with me. Sharing a bed with him made me feel like a thousand insects were trying to eat their way out from underneath my skin. I wouldn’t leave the house for weeks. I wouldn’t speak for days. I would lay in bed and play that night over and over in my head, wishing I hadn’t fought back. 

Until finally I had found within me a reason to live, and I could breathe again. And the air didn’t feel so heavy anymore. I felt a purpose and love so deep that I felt saved. Until it left me. And I experienced a loss deeper than I could have ever imagined. And I entered a new depth of darkness I never knew was possible. 

And it only got worse.

I was no longer allowed to be sad. I was no longer allowed to feel pain. I was no longer allowed to grieve. I couldn’t talk about it with him. But I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone else either. I was shamed for my emotions and told I needed to get over it. I was told I didn’t know what broken was until I’ve had my best friends die in my arms at the hands of explosives. I was mocked. I was ignored. The emotional and verbal abuse hurt worse than any of the physical. Those wounds healed. Scars formed and my body recovered. It was the mind and heart that suffered most.  

After four months of internal terror and the loss of all will to live, fate brought me back to sharks. 

I had always loved sharks and I had always known my life would be surrounded by them one way or another. I had studied them in my undergrad and planned on focusing my career path towards sharks before everything happened. I had done the SharkWeek episode earlier that year and it had opened the door for this new opportunity I was suddenly presented with to study shark behavior.

And so I decided to leave that godforsaken bed and fight for my life once more. 

I threw myself entirely into my work and made the sharks my life. For the first time in months I had found the one place I felt at peace. When you are underwater with the sharks you are unable to think about anything going on above the surface. You become entirely focused on your interactions in that exact moment. How many sharks are surrounding you? Which sharks are dominant? Which shark is currently the alpha? Where do I need to place myself within the pack? Observe. Read their behavior. Remain dominant. 

The thing about throwing yourself into a pack of 20-40 sharks every single day is that you can’t be weak. You can’t be uncomfortable. You can’t be uncertain in your movements and you can’t be complacent. You have to be an alpha. And so after hours that turned into days that turned into weeks that turned into months of observing shark behavior and interacting within the pack, I transformed. I was no longer this broken, fragile thing. I was an alpha. I was a ladyshark. And it reached a point where it translated to life above the surface as well. I had learned my own strengths and worth because the sharks had taught them to me. 

After dedicating my life’s purpose to saving sharks, in the end it was the sharks that had saved me. 

And the battle to protect them became more personal than I could have ever imagined. Because I owe my life to them. And no matter how much I try to do for them it will never be enough. 

/Image by Juan Oliphant/

I became so focused on work that life outside of it didn’t exist. There was nothing but sharks. For a long time. And everything else in my life got set aside and ignored. I shoved all the dark, broken bits of my life into a corner and left them there as if they didn’t exist. And we pretended everything was fine. We put on the show and everyone admired us for it. We became #relationshipgoals and people envied our life together. But it was just that, only a show. While we praised and worshiped each other on social media we slept in separate bedrooms and hardly spoke in real life. 

Eventually I sought help. We went to therapy both together and individually. My heart still ached for him and what he went through on deployment. I truly believed he was sick and broken and I had made a vow to be there for him in sickness and health. It wasn’t an excuse for the continually toxic environment he insisted on keeping me in, but I felt obligated to stay. So I did. He talked about his deployments. I vaguely talked about what I could without discussing any physical violence that could get him in trouble. But that wasn’t helping. It was just another person I wasn’t allowed to tell. I still wasn’t allowed to heal the way I needed. He was ordered to remain sober to prevent any dangerous circumstances. I told him I was willing to try to save the marriage if he gave me a reason to. He continually gave me reasons not to.  

Finally I fought up the courage and asked for a divorce. Even then a bit of my heart held hope that there was a part of him in there capable of being saved. Even then he could have convinced me to stay just once more.

He under no circumstance wanted the divorce. He made that very clear. Months went by. He made it nearly impossible for me to leave. All of my finances were his. I had been supporting his every need and want to the point where I had nothing for myself. He fought hard for me to stay. He promised it would be different. He swore I was his life and that he will never let me go. Those words eventually turned into threats and promises of never letting me go. He began to sabotage my career every way he could imagine. And so he tried to take my life from me again; this time in the form of my passions. Ripping them from me and using them as a tool of revenge. 

And that was the breaking point.

I packed a single backpack and bought a single ticket to Southeast Asia and told him I wasn’t coming home to him afterwards.

And so I started the journey to reclaim my life. (LINK)

When I finally returned months later with divorce papers in hand; my nightmare was over. He had finally agreed to sign.

I was 24 years young when I rid my life of my monster.

It wasn’t until after the paperwork was signed and I felt uncomfortable enough to file a restraining order that I discovered that my monster was not my own. My monster belonged to many girls before me. This was not the first time anything like this had happened. In fact I was not even the second, third, or fourth girl. The girls before me stretched back as far as 11 years ago. Well before any time spent in the military and overseas. However, deployment PTSD as an excuse was just another fabrication. His staff sergeant confirmed that not only had he never been to Afghanistan, he had never been deployed on a single mission throughout his entire military career. He was not even affiliated to the unit he was claiming. 

I remember the exact moment that I realized what I had done. I had given my life and heart to a complete stranger. Every memory, every last happy moment I had held on to was instantly torn from my mind. And I was left numb. 

Even still, I remained silent.

I picked up the pieces. I carried on. I removed all access he could possibly have to my life.  But he made sure I couldn’t forget. He tarnished my name and began a mission to break me in every indirect way he could think of. And even when I watched our friends turn their back on me; I remained silent. I would have rather played the monster in his world than welcome them into the shame I felt within mine. At least in his world I was the tormentor. At least in his world I had the upper hand. And although his world wasn’t real, somehow it soothed me.

For I wished so deeply that his world was truth. I would have gladly traded my truths for his fabrications; because in his world he was the weak one. And I was the monster.

And so I remained silent. And I chose to leave the island that once felt like home.

It has been some time now since then. And I have learned more about myself than I could have ever imagined through the journey. And I have rebuilt the broken bits of myself and have cherished them deeply for the lessons they provided.  And there are moments where my monster haunts me even still, and I struggle to recognize just how far I’ve come and just how beautiful the journey can be. 

But I am not that fragile, broken girl.

I am a ladyshark.

I am silent no more.

I will no longer be ashamed.

And I will continue to fight for my life.

I have decided to bare all not only as a form of healing for myself, but to help any other women who may relate to my story. Because this isn't about me. Or him. This is about inspiring you to conquer your monsters; whatever or whoever they may be.

Because falling victim to domestic violence does not make you weak. 

Because “loving you too much” is never an acceptable excuse.

Because there is no acceptable excuse.

Because there is a ladyshark within you, waiting to be awoken. 

Because I believe in you. And you are not alone.

-KOKO"

/Image by Amber Boutot/

Introducing....Robes! (& Coral!)

We are SO excited to announce that we have recently launched our newest addition to the MADI Apparel line, ROBES! The Karen Restful Robe is super silky and comfy - you'll wanna wear it when you wake up, after you shower, putting on your makeup, reading a book, etc...AND YOU CAN! According to this recent 'Glamour' article, robes are not just for the bathroom anymore! It's also perfect for brides and bridal parties for "day-of" getting ready!
Like all of our MADI intimates, it was designed by our founder, Hayley, as well as cut/sewn in Kansas City. The Karen features a V-neck front neckline with a 1 inch wide tie string, three quarter length sleeves and lace trim on the sleeves. It's made of stretch knit viscose from Bamboo which is 95% Bamboo and 5% Rayon.
We are offering The Karen Robe in Ivory as well as our newest color Coral, in sizes XS-XL.
We are also very excited to announce our newest color offering just in time for Valentine's Day, Coral! We are offering two of our styles, The Diana and The Kaydee in our newest color!
Come by our storefront, or hop on our website and check out our newest releases, we hope you are as excited as we are!

Check Out The Newest Boutiques We Sell In!!

Revival 119-Iowa City, Iowa

Revival is a boutique located in Iowa City, Iowa opened in 2003 offering new, used and vintage women's clothing and accessories and are a mid-western style destination! Since opening they have outgrown their first space and re-opened in historic downtown's pedestrian mall in a space twice as large. While they have grown and evolved, they remain true to themselves and currently stock new clothes and accessories from brands like Dear Creatures, Tulle, and Knot Sisters. They also stock handmade and locally sourced jewelry and gifts, as well as vintage and resale items. MADI's donation partnered organization in Iowa is DVIP in Iowa City.

 

Clique Boutique- Prairie Village, KS

Clique is a boutique in Prairie Village, Kansas opened in 2011 bringing all the latest women's fashion trends to it's customers. Clique carries merchandise from categories like women's clothes, accessories, shoes and home goods. Their brands range from Vince, J Brand and Milly to local brands like Mer Sea, Jenesko and now, MADI! MADI's donation partnered organization with Clique will vary at the time and go to one of our 12 KC partnered organizations!

 

Thrive Pilates and Movement Studio- Kansas City, MO

Thrive is a pilates and movement studio located in Kansas City, Missouri. MADI has partnered with Thrive in the past for pop-up pilates sessions where all proceeds were used by MADI to create donation underwear! MADI's donation partnered organization with Thrive will be MOCSA/The Assistance League of Kansas City.

 

Hermosa Lingerie- British Columbia

Hermosa is a lingerie boutique located in British Columbia that carries lingerie for every day, as well as special occasions! Their selection includes bras and underwear, sleepwear, shapewear, loungewear, pajamas, hosiery and accessories. They also offer bra fittings, corsets, swimwear, jewelry and custom orders. And, we are very excited to share that Hermosa has recently reordered with us! MADI's donation partnered organization with Hermosa is Campbell River and North Island Transition Society in BC.

 

Lillie Boutique- Portland, Oregon

Lillie Boutique is a lingerie boutique located in Portland, Oregon started in 2007. They offer unique and hard to find brands from all over the world. Lillie strives to find brands that reflect their passion for quality construction, vintage inspiration, and garments made with modern women in mind. Their product selection ranges from bras and underwear to cozy loungewear, exquisitely crafted shoes and locally-made jewelry. They also cater to customers looking for natural shapes, organic fibers, and independent lines with ethically-sourced manufacturing. We are so excited that Lillie Boutique has recently places a reorder with us! MADI's donation partenered organization with Lillie is Jean's Place in Portland.

 

Calligramme Boutique-Pittsburgh, PA

Calligramme is a lingerie and loungewear boutique located in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania that opened their doors in 2014. Calligramme sources only USA made products ranging from lacey bralettes to crotchless panties. The boutique offers a unique feel adorned with mid-century-style furniture and vintage vinyls. Calligramme operates under a anti-consumerism and female empowerment motto and places great emphasis on knowing exactly where her garments are coming from. MADI's partnered donation organization with Calligramme is Pittsburgh Action Against Rape.

 

Pipe and Row-Seattle, WA

Pipe and Row is a Seattle based boutique started in 2014 that offers women's clothing and accessories as well as home goods. Pipe and Row carries products sourced from Seattle to Los Angeles to Australia to Denmark. Pipe and Row was started by Seattle native, Kayla Boehme, with an apparel design background and the store was named after her twin niece and nephew Piper and Rowin! We love when people use family names as inspiration, just like MADI! MADI's donation partnered organization with Pipe and Row is Mary's Place in Washington.

 

 

January 23, 2017 — Anna Tedder

Outfit of the Week: Cozying Up!

MADI underwear aren't just perfect to wear out and about with your friends or at work, they're perfect to cozy up in right at home! This week's outfit was inspired by the recent winter that seems to have suddenly appeared! If it wasn't cold before it sure is now, and that means it's the perfect time to snuggle up on your couch with a fire and binge watch the new Gilmore Girls episodes!
We're starting with The Pamela-Ivory Cheeky Brazilian underwear and layering over them a basic pair of black leggings. Then, on top, we're putting on our coziest sweatshirt in a perfectly seasonal color! We're keeping the outfit simple and topping it off with a pair of fur-lined slippers.
December 08, 2016 — Anna Tedder

Outfit of the Week: Holiday Party

It's that time of year again ladies! Holiday parties are back in full swing and we've got the perfect outfit for you! We're mixing suedes with this one and keeping our color scheme festive but muted and trendy as always. You'll be the envy of everyone in this fun and flirty holiday look!
We're starting the outfit off with a MADI staple, The Mimi- Black Modest Bikini underwear, perfect to be worn under flowy dresses. And, that's just what we're going to pair them with, a black flowy dress. Then, we're covering up with a green, suede, moto jacket. We're accessorizing with a maroon suede shoulder bag and black suede booties. Finally, we're glitzing it up with a gold pendant necklace, gold statement bracelet and matching earrings.
December 01, 2016 — Anna Tedder

Outfit of the Week: Friendsgiving Dinner

It's that time of year again to gather with your best friends, the ones that make you thankful this holiday season, and share some old family recipes and some new dishes Pinterest convinced you to make! This outfit is perfect for Friendsgiving dinner, it's dressy, yet casual and comfortable and totally screams the holidays! Cherish your family and friends this holiday season! 
We're starting with The Mimi- Black Modest Bikini and over that putting a staple, wine-colored dress. We're layering over that a gray, fur vest and lacing up some black ballet flat inspired heels on our feet! We're accessorizing with a small snake print wristlet, some silver bangles and a pair of flashy silver earrings!
November 14, 2016 — Anna Tedder

ReBlog: "Who Doesn't Like New? Fresh options at Calligramme in time for the holidays!"

We were recently featured on Calligramme's blog by writer Krista Wright, and we are so excited! Calligramme just started selling MADI Apparel in their Pittsburgh boutique this month!  Live in PA?  Go check them out!  Reblog:

Who Doesn’t Like New? Fresh options at Calligramme in time for the holidays!

Calligramme is super excited to introduce two new collaborations. We are now proud to carry MADI Apparel and Nevaeh Intimates, both of which will be featured on the Calligramme website and in our storefront. Of course, seeing these pieces in person would be the ultimate way to appreciate their unique beauty, but if Pittsburgh is too far away, here’s a few reasons to check out these incredible makers.

MADI Apparel

MADI Apparel is known for making huge strides in the modern clothing industry. They are the only intimate apparel brand focused on positively impacting all areas of the underwear market. They were even named “America’s Most Impactful Intimates” by a leading lingerie publication last year.

Using a clean palette of four colors (black, white, grey, and lavender), Madi creates simple and elegant pieces that are as beautiful as they are comfortable. In addition to delicate and wearable laces, their main fabric is a viscose made from bamboo. That may sound weird, but take a chance, because this stuff is amazing. It’s moisture-wicking, wrinkle-free, non-elastic, odor preventing, and sustainable. Crazy sustainable. It’s the fastest growing plant in the world, it takes in five times the volume of greenhouse gases when compared to timber trees, and releases 35% more oxygen.

MADI keeps is local, all while helping women around the world.Both their storefront and production are in Kansas City. And if you think it couldn’t get any better, hear this: for all intimates sold, MADI donates a pair of underwear to a woman in need. Underwear are the most needed, most under-donated item of clothing. And for those of you who call Pittsburgh home, for all intimates sold at the Calligramme brick and mortar, they will donate a pair of underwear to a woman living in Pittsburgh. Need any more reason to shop? Didn’t think so. MADI will be at Calligramme through the first weekend in December.

 

 

 

November 11, 2016 — Anna Tedder

Outfit of the Week: Work Hard, Play Hard

This week's look is called work hard, play hard because it's the perfect outfit to wear to the office and then out to happy hour with your beau or your ladies! It's dressy and conservative enough for work, but fun and flirty enough to wear out as well! The all black outfit is slimming on any woman, and the accessories will make you pop!
We're starting with The Diana- Black Wide Lace Thong and putting on a pair of black ankle pants over them. On top, we're keeping it simple with a black chiffon short sleeve shirt. We're doing lots of accessorizing, first with a pair of strappy black heels and a burgundy suede clutch. We're doing it up with jewelry including a black and gold short chain necklace, a long black and gold pendant necklace, lots of gold bangles and gold geometric dangly earrings!
November 02, 2016 — Anna Tedder