It’s been weeks since my last post. Normally, I’d be panicking about the lack of productivity, but I’ve been traveling so much, it’s been hard to find the time for my usual meltdown. Since I last wrote, I’ve basically been stuck in an endless TSA line. First came a quick trip to Cincinnati (work), then to Los Angeles (wedding), then to Chicago (work), then to Jacksonville (baby shower) then to Vegas (work). Next week, I’m back in Chicago. At some point, I’ll finally spend a whole week in my own apartment.
A few weeks ago, I was in the Boston ‘burbs (for my nephew’s First Communion), and it was so long ago, it was still chilly. (Truth be told, I still need a jacket outside and it’s nearly June — what’s wrong with this picture?)
Here’s what I wore:
Everyone laughed at me when I wore this fur in late April. “Where are you going — the tundra?” my husband quipped.
But the joke was on him — the temperatures wound up dipping to the mid-30s, and I snuggled in my animal carcass for the entire weekend. (Even when indoors.)
This fur jacket is a real superstar in my closet. It’s color is basic enough to go with everything, including work outfits, but the curly lamb sleeves and rabbit racing stripe trim lends a rock-n-roll edge.
I’m wearing my $35 thrifted Alaia boots (which I wrote about here), which complete my Janis Joplin vibe.
For the actual First Communion, I kept it a little more traditional. A little.
The Phillip Lim sweater was a lucky find on The Real Real. I had been looking for this exact sweater — a mid-aughts release — for ages on eBay, when it occurred to me to just search for the keywords “cropped sweater” on TRR. Like magic, this baby emerged.
In fashion, I have a firm belief in fate. When the knitwear gods wink in your direction, you can’t say no.
I paired the neutral sweater with my trusty faux-suede knife-pleat Zara skirt. (I’ve worn this skirt so many times in the year I’ve owned it, it’s practically become misshapen.) Because the sweater was cropped and the weather was cold, I layered a long-sleeve American Apparel bodysuit under the whole outfit. That way, my midriff was never in danger of exposure.
In my accessories report, the shoes are my favorite Pierre Hardy block-heel sandals, which I acquired during a fire sale on Goop.com last summer. The resin cuff, complete with scarab beetle (below) was a recent find on The Real Real.
Sorry for the short post, but just trying to ease myself back in after some time away from my beloved blog. Coming up: dispatches from a very fashionable wedding in Santa Monica PLUS my observations as to why Jacksonville is the most under-rated beach town in America.