I got back from Atlanta at 2 a.m. this morning and went into the office a few hours later. After several hours of flight delays, traffic jams, turbulence and sleep deprivation, it is only by the grace of Red Bull that I powered through the day.
This morning, I slept-walked to my suitcase to pick out today’s outfit. It is one of several dresses I bought at Labels, a consignment boutique in Buckhead — and this was the only one that didn’t need ironing. This Tibi number embodies everything I love about consignment shopping. Nothing compares to the serendipitous thrill of finding a fantastic all-silk dress for just $30. That’s way less expensive than the over-hyped capsule collections at H&M — and better quality, to boot.
These leather sandals came from a consignment boutique here in the city. They were unworn and less than $50. Again, this is much more cost-effective than the faux-leather shoes at Zara — and those shoes give you blisters AND make your feet sweat.
Sometimes I wonder how these lovely, unused items wind up in consignment. Why would anyone want to get rid of them? The store owners tell me people often off-load gifts after a break-up. See, there’s an upside to high divorce rates!
I was half-blind with sleep deprivation and couldn’t find my locket this morning, so I slung this little elephant on instead. I made this necklace more than 10 years ago. I use the term “made” very loosely here, as I simply found the charm at a curio shop and strung it onto an old gold chain. It’s taken on a special significance, as elephants are my husband’s favorite animal, and we have a collection of elephant sculptures, figurines and needlepoints scattered across our apartment.
I also abandoned my 5-pound Alexander Wang bucket bag for today’s photo. My back needed a break after sneaking an extra carry-on stuffed with my consignment goodies, so I opted something more lightweight.