It’s been awhile. But, I can explain. Last weekend, my in-laws, who were unable to locate a Wi-Fi password, held me hostage in the GA/TN area. Following my visit down South, I was ordered to keep the strict company of co-workers for a week and longingly stare at peak foliage from the window of an overheated Vermont conference room. Needless to say, it has not been a fashionable October thus far.
Ironically, while I took a break from blogging, I had my fifteen minutes of Boston blog fame. The Trendy Dwarf, Boston’s street style blogger, featured a few pics he took of me at Boston Fashion Week. Since I’m always loving & hating on everyone else’s fashion choices and rarely getting in front of the camera, I figured you might appreciate a breakdown of my ensemble, snarky self-analysis included.
|Photographed at The Mandarin Oriental before the Lily & Migs show at Boston Fashion Week. Photo c/o The Trendy Dwarf.|
Jacket: Urban Outfitters. I know what you’re thinking, “she’s too old too shop there.” And, you’re probably right.
Blouse: The Fashion Truck. I got this translucent top off a truck. No, it didn’t “fall off” one, it was for sale on one. The Fashion Truck is Boston’s coolest new boutique, and it’s on wheels. You should check it out.
Skirt: Holiday. Charles Street on Beacon Hill is my go-to for boutique shopping in Boston. I’ve been a regular at Crush & Holiday for years. I purchased this party skirt at Holiday a few years back. Fun fact: Holiday is the only store in the Boston area to carry the line of the made in Spain “Pretty Ballerinas” flats.
Belt: MOSCHINO. I picked up the amazing nameplate belt at a random secondhand store about 5 years ago. The belt is about 2 sizes too small and I must remove it while sitting, eating or breathing deeply.
Watch: CHANEL. Speaking of falling off trucks. My watch is a Chanel J12…perhaps? We’re not really sure; it’s a long story. If it it’s a fake, it’s a really, really, good one. And, if it was acquired illegally, I swear, none of my old man friends in the North End acquired it for me.
Shoes: Steve Madden. I picked up the trendy booties at The Tannery on Boylston Street. The fluorescent laces were my own addition; you can find similar laces at American Apparel.
Makeup: CHANEL, applied by the fabulous Amber at Saks.
Analysis: I’m really glad I had the forethought to lather some Clarins self-tanner on my pale gams before I left the house that morning. The extreme close-up on my chewed up nails does not make me proud. I’ve been gnawing on my nails since I exited the womb in 1981. Perhaps, as I turn 30, I can give up the nasty habit.