October 2, 2015
There's something about wearing a watch that says you're to be taken seriously, your time is valuable and that you're a very important person with many important things in your very important, busy day haha. And if we're honest, the watches beauty needs to mach our level of greatness if it's going to be a worthy status symbol at all. Michael Hill seems to have read my mind when they sent me this stunner of a rose gold watch. This gorgeous timepiece makes people do a double take whenever I lift my rose gold laden wrist.
September 30, 2015
I've been wearing the hell out of this leather jacket now that the weather is getting cooler! It's the perfect transition piece before I'll have to bundle up in heavy coats. I literally wore it the entire day for running errands, meeting a friend for lunch to an event later that night where we saw Gardens & Villa! And it was sooo cheap too!
September 25, 2015
It's officially Fall and I can finally wear long sleeve tops without sweating through them, hooray! I'm beyond excited for the cool weather, as I've been telling everyone on the street, my dentist, roommates and family. I just can not wait for cool nights (thinks about buying a mini grill to roast marshmallows) and chilly sweater weather days. In the meantime I'm spending the first days of Fall at the Prospect Park Boathouse.
September 23, 2015
Another day, another school girl look! This one is sweet and involves a fave pink skirt of mine. I know you all might be wondering where I got this cute skirt, or even this adorable tie-front top from. Well, I'm finally going to tell you where I'm getting all my clothes from. I'll spill but ONLY if you promise to keep it a secret...
September 16, 2015
WARNING: What you're about to read is a venomous rant.
Most weeks of the year, I'm a charming, happy angel baby who speaks her mind freely. My words are diplomatically chosen and delivered in a sweet cadence with hushed tones. All that changes on one particular week. A very special, hellish week we like to call NYFW. There's just something about it that ruins me. My sweet, angel babyness is torn from my soul and at dawn, by the light of the first runway show, I transform into a she-devil.
Before diving into this let me make one thing clear; I'll always admire the art, creativity and skill that goes into the fashion industry. I understand NYFW is a business, meant to turn a profit. I just think the IRL experience of Fashion Week is very, very, very dumb, that's all.