Let's be honest -- I would have gladly worn this outfit in third grade. Of course I would have most likely won best dressed for third grade; I judge this mainly on the basis that most 8 year olds don't wear heels and I don't have lunch crusted on my face. Now that I think about it, I'd pretty much face off with a third grader any day of the week on any topic besides Geography (simply because I realized where Hawaii was just this year and I don't own map pencils). But even as a 27 year old, it feels good to be wearing hot pink pants with a polka dot sweater AND to know where Hawaii is on a map.
Three things about silk pants: 1) constant wrinkles 2) the wind hates silk and 3) constantly worried about stains. I have banned myself from eating anything greasy today along with anything that involves ketchup or wine or blood. (Blood is such a pain to get out of silk.) It's that or eat with my pants off, which I typically wait until 5 pm to do that.
I found these pants at Anthro for $20 (down from $198. It's almost like they paid me to take them off their hands) and I bought them on a whim. The very next day I saw this image on Pinterest and was so glad I took a risk on my wide leg maxi silky sultan pants. I really don't know what to call these things.
(Excuse the weird pouts. Apparently when it's cold I make 'sexy come hither/I just ate a lemon' face.)
So when the weather man says "it feels like 23 degrees" he isn't lying. In my opinion I would have said "it feels like your insides might die a little if you go outside today" but I didn't go to weather school, so I am no expert on weather emotions.
Same jacket as yesterday but I layered on a few other pieces as well. Rarely in Texas do I need to wear fake fur, but today I have a reason. And yes, I am regretting having bare feet. Thank you for your concern.
Last time I wore a handmade cowl, I had many comments that accoladed me on my fine ability to knit. No, friends. I can not knit. In all honesty I have trouble tying lace up shoes, so knitting doesn't happen in the Everyday household. I just have family members and talented friends that I force at gun point to make me things for free. Isn't that so sweet of them?
My shoes are in fact from Target. Cute, but not sturdy. Don't be fooled I am walking with purpose today but only because I have to concentrate on every step I take. I can see strangers taking wagers on how long before I fall or break an ankle. (Breaking an ankle would obviously be a higher wager.) Cute but not sturdy; that should be my tag line.
I'm hopped up on cold medicine today and all I can get out are three random sentences. I stared at the screen for a solid 10 minutes trying to piece them together but to no avail. So here you go. Three very random sentences:
It's rainy and cold here today.
I wore a similar outfit back in the spring and wanted to bring it back, winter-edition.
Those are bare legs you are seeing, my friends. Bare legs on January 6th. My logic tells me this is a fluke. This time next month we'll probably be snowed-in and I'll be cursing the weather. But today it feels like spring and I want to buy everyone a drink with an umbrella in it.
If you see a weird girl frolicking through the dead grass today yelling 'spring is here!', that will be me.
This skirt is easily becoming one of my favorite pieces to wear and remix. I feel elegant, maybe too elegant for my day job? But for my night job, it's perfect. (night job = style blogger, duh.)
I don't mean to sound like Ms. Zoe but this week is bananas. If I forget to post this week, apologies in advance. Please know that I am not forgetting to get dressed.
Well. This is what I've worked all day looks like, not the usual fresh out of the shower posts I give you. Slightly greasy hair that starts forming odd bumps throughout. Makeup that over the last 8 hours has slowly disappeared into my pores which will magically reappear in 2-5 days as an angry zit. And wrinkles, oh the wrinkles, all over. Even in places that it doesn't make sense to have wrinkle (see jacket sleeve where absolutely no body part is able to bend).
But do I still take outfit photos? Of course I do. It's part dedication, part habit, part OCD, part vanity, part crazy and a little bit of the Bieber Fever. That's what keeps me going.
I thought that I'd start this year off right with some bright pants and an old stand-by. Meet my new "just in case you didn't know I was in the room" pink pants. Somehow Instagram talked me into buying these pants. I'm not saying using public opinions and filtered photos to purchase things is the best idea, but it's not the worst. I mean look at me, I have hot pink pants now.
This is my last outfit post of the year. When I first wrote that sentence I forgot 'of the year'. That would have been a dramatic way to send that message, no? I've never been good with goodbyes, but that would have been the worst goodbye in history.
I hope high water pants come into trend next year. Even if they don't, I'll probably still sport my short pants with pride. I would just like to point out that yes, one leg is longer than the other. Don't be jealous of my short pants and uneven legs. We've all got to have something to brag about.
Thanks for sticking with me this year, friends. Here's to 2012, the year of short pants.
So this is B's new studio. We thought that we'd try it out this morning and snap outfit shots in there. With it being cold, I'm beginning to have a small aversion to taking my coat off outside and prancing around while B snaps photos of me. Just a small aversion though; will I ever lose the zest for prancing around and pretending to not be pretending to be a model? Never. Do you see that 'smize' up there? That's from years of practice, my friends.
I wore a very similar outfit to this a few weeks back. But since it wasn't a real outfit post and since today is my first day back to work since the holidays, I decided to have a re-do outfit. My brain only half works for a about a week after Christmas and then we have New Years Eve and it's another week before I can get back into the groove of things. I should have warned you before hand that I'll be checked out for a good two weeks. If I happen to wear two different pairs of shoes one day, leave me be. The holiday hangover is a strong one.
I lose all track of time when it's the holidays. For the last four days I've thought it was Friday. Yesterday a lady in the shop said "isn't it Christmas Eve today?" I couldn't remember so we both stared at each other for a good and awkward 30 seconds. She left before I looked at a calendar, but the good news is that today is Friday and tomorrow is Christmas Eve. And the day after that is Christmas. With this impressive rhetoric, I could write pop songs for ambitious young girls.*
We're hitting the sky to fly home for Christmas tonight. Apparently there will be snow. Snow, family and presents -- these are my few of my favorite things.
*Yes that was a Rebecca Black reference. Merry Christmas to you.
I snagged this coat at Anthropologie over Thanksgiving weekend for an insane price of $60. I promised Bryan that I would wrap it for Christmas but somehow in all of my wrapping, it just didn't get wrapped. I hate when that happens.
Technically this is my Christmas Eve outfit. (I may or may not plan holiday outfits many days in advance .) I decided to give it a trial run today. So far, so good. I might also give some eggnog a trial run as well. Just for good measure.
Yet another cozy outfit from the weekend. What is it about winter that makes me want to wrap up in big cozy sweaters lately? Oh. Yes, the cold weather.... good call.
I'll be out finishing (AKA starting) my christmas shopping today. I'm sure no one else will be out shopping, right? I should be able to find front row parks and just cruise down the aisles with no crowds. Procrastination always prevails.