Top: c/o Karen Kane, Skirt and Belt: F21, Shoes: Target, Jewelry: Marriana, T and Co. Thrifted, Ralph Lauren, Guess, F21, and Movado (gift), Bag: LV
I'm pretty sure I gave new meaning to the phrase "all dressed up and nowhere to go" today. I must have been asked a total of five times what kind of party/event/photo shoot I was headed to this afternoon. If only they knew that this outfit was put together out of the enormous "no" pile of clothes that has been hoarding the space on my bed for I won't tell you how long. I was too lazy to dig through drawers. Actually, I was afraid that the scary cousin of the monster in my closet would pop out due to all the angriness I've been stirring up in them with my indecisiveness and determination not to tidy up. And this bun? It would have stayed sans hairspray, my hair is in such desperate need of a wash. Can we say sanitary?
Regardless, I'm flat disappointed noone took the hint and invited me to a fancy-schmancy party. After hearing tell of it all day, I would have certainly liked to attend one. I think this skirt would be perfect for some twirling and booty-shakin'. I even wore special matching undies. Just incase. Shame. Better luck tomorrow. I'm thinking of going big with a Carrie Bradshaw tutu. Over the top? Maybe. Have I been watching too many Sex and the City reruns lately? Probably.