Falling off the (Fashion) Truck

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.

Observe:

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.