Having packing nightmares. Again. Oddly enough my furniture (etc.) is neatly packed away in storage, so this is all about the sartorial selections I must make to carry me through January. #firstworldproblems
Yes, there are sheep wearing socks on my sweater. This newfound novelty sweater love is still in its honeymoon phase, so expect more. Many more. I’m still reeling from the fact that I did not get my hands on Madewell’s meerkat jumper. Ebay?
Old Navy Hooded Anorak, Madewell Sweater, Old Navy Infinity Scarf, American Eagle Printed Jeans (similar), Frye Studded Jenna Tall Boots, assorted bangles & bracelets, Bou-Cou Necklace, Dior Saddle Bag (old), Ray Ban Meteor Sunglasses
I’m additionally diggin’ printed denim. I bought these leafy skinnies from American Eagle last fall. I haven’t set foot into an AE since HS, but I was lured in by some good old fashioned visual marketing. If you are in the market for a pair, try Forever21, Current Elliott, and Target.
Let me begin this post by stating that I’m a Chanel whore for life; however, the new #5 campaign featuring Brad Pitt. What. The. F@#k. Seriously! Per usual, I had the TV on whilst working (white noise), and without looking I heard Brad’s voice. Instinctively, I assumed he was doing some sort of philanthropic ad. Wrong. Dead wrong. Please tell me that it was meant for Asian & European markets, and is being domestically aired by mistake? #boo #epicfail
Dear Uncle Karl,
I like my perfume commercials to star sassy (and sexy) ladies like Charlize, Marilyn, Grace, & Beth (Ditto).
I digress. This post is inteded to showcase ^this^ stupendous acquisition (jacket). Charleston, SC has one of the most phenomenal consignment stores I’ve ever visited. It’s called The Trunk Show, and it carries more Chanel inventory than most Chanel boutiques.
It’s a leetle too big, but mum, and I are sharing. I love it regardless, AND I can still show off excessive necklace layering (like you’re supposed too).
An Insta pic, so you can see the buttons.
Shoes. None of my “full” body shots were blog worthy, and again, it’s all about the blazahh!
“Dance you into day, sunlight…”—MJ
Saturday Brunch in SoHo. I’m going out of order now. This look just seemed more appropriate for a Friday, than the other stuff I have comin’ for ya.
As much as I love jorts, I’ve never been able to cut them off quite right. Thanks to this post by the Glamourai, I think I nailed it with these (Levi’s). Unfortunately, my gams got cold, so popped into Nolita’s Ina, and walked out with a pair of amazing Isabel Marant printed cords. Oops. The good news is that is all I walked out with because I could have easily dropped 5 g’s in five minutes. J’adore that store.
Washington Square Park. My view was obstructed by a creepy dude sporting a Vendetta mask, and a goth wedding.
Chillin’, drinkin’ juice from Miss Lily’s with two of my hometown girls (which are not sisters).
Jason Wu’s Target collection went fast. I mean really fast. I showed up at ten after eight, and nearly everything was gone. This wouldn’t have been so shocking if I still lived in LA, but it was Sunday… in the Bible belt. Quizzical eyebrow raise.
As you can see, I snapped a few shots of my Wu loot: the floral accordion pleated skirt (I also purchased the black, but left it with mum who wore it to church in a Chanel-like manner), two dresses (luuuuvvv the prints; tres, tres Parisian), a scarf (not pictured), and the raffia bag (adore).
This is the first year that I haven’t purchased anything “special” for NYE since oh, I don’t know, high school. I’ve decided to shop in my closet, and here’s what I’ve come up with so far:
Tops: Vintage & Zara, Bottoms: F21, American Apparel, Nanette Lepore, Rachel Roy, Shoes: Marc Jacobs, D&G, Rene Mancini, Stuart Weitzman, Bag: Banana Republic, Jewelry: J.Crew, F21, Vintage
Black, and white, and red (and gold) all over! I think my subconscious wants to compliment my date. It also wants fur, rhinestones, and sequins.