I somehow lost my absolute favorite blouse on the planet. You probably know which one I'm talking about; It's a (now discontinued) NYDJ style that I've worn in about 9,000 posts since it first came to live with me in 2012.
Oversized Sweater | Embroidered Jeans | Jimmy Choo Boots (similar) | Bag*
Francesca had to force me to buy this outfit. Not the sweater - that I was obviously going home with, especially since it was $29.99 on sale, and can, if you go by the photograph on Zara's site, be worn without pants (weeeee); it was the jeans that I was eh about.
"They look like they belonged to Blossom," I told her.
Hey just bathroom selfie-ing at The Smith
Last night I was packing up to fly back home (and was upgraded AGAIN on the way back, btw, which either means that I am a freaking genius capable of hacking the algorithm, on the receiving end of some bizarrely coincidental good karma, or Beyonce), when I realized that I haven't really explained what I was doing in New York.
The #twinsies thing happening here was my fault.
Me: Faux Fur Slides | Sunglasses | Cashmere Turtleneck | Amazing Travel Mug
F: Floral Embroidered Denim Jacket | Sneakers | Sunglasses
Francesca came to visit for the weekend, and our plan for what to do was pretty exhausting and intense. Here goes:
Skirt | Heels | Blazer | Blouse | Purse*
I took these photos a couple of weeks ago, planning to write something about office holiday party attire, but now the holidays are over. So why am I posting them anyway?
Well, first, because I like this outfit so much. It's comprised of a few pieces that I wear much, much less often than I probably should (especially that Helmut Lang blazer - which, FYI, is totally on TheRealReal for $59 right now, so if it's your size hurry up and grab it).
But mostly it's because I have nothing else to post. Because I have had both of my children at home with me all week long, and have been trying to write a book while also trying to convince a three-year-old and a six-year-old that "Poo-poo diaper face" is not an acceptable way to refer to one's sibling (and even if they do call you a poo-poo diaper face, that DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BITE THEM I'M SERIOUS DO NOT BITE YOUR BROTHER).
