Oh, the drama, how it delights me

23 DAYS UNTIL PARSONS!!! (not counting today, because then the number is smaller)

There are some thoughts weighing heavily on me today as I suck on ice cubes and do some online (window) shopping. Deep, dark, thoughtful thoughts.

The first of which was why a person such as myself must remain at a mere 61 1/2 inches (but then a thought came to me: heels)

(from left to right: Michael Kors {entire look}, Salvatore Ferragamo {entire look} from w magazine's 'best in show')

And the second thought was more of a "WHERE CAN I GET THIS??? NOW?! ALL OF IT!!!!" type thing. Excluding the fur bag, of course. It is how I would care to look every single day of my life, and it is perhaps almost exactly what I envision myself wearing when daydreaming of me+10 years working at Vogue.

Cutting to the chase, the Michael Kors look makes me have a fit of happiness. A cashmere bodysuit? And a skirt that buttons down? With a belt to add? And boots that look suspiciously like suede? So streamlined, so.... perfect, I don't know where to begin.

The Ferragamo look happens to be my absolute favorite though. It reads, "I am moving away from my troublesome (and perhaps scandalous?) past to find new prospects in the city, and I will get there on an old fashioned train (because it is somewhere in the mid-1950's) in which I have my own car- because I have money out the ears. Once arriving, I will become wildly successful, marry the dark-eyed co-star,(after resolving a traumatic fight where my true history is revealed that I was previously married to a dangerous, but madly handsome man) have three children and live happily ever after. The end." After all that, how can you not love it?

So now I must leave and get up to date on the newer w magazine that I received in the mail just this afternoon.

Sweater Nostalgia

I haven't posted in like a week because, well, I have nothing of interest to say. Sure, I could tell you oodles about the new Wizarding World of Harry Potter theme park that I want desperately to go to (but someone's mother thinks it's immature and won't let me...) or how much I want an English bulldog( named something that sounds old and French, and he would never grow past puppyhood- so I could get a large orange Birkin bag to carry him around in), but I doubt very much that you'd care to hear it. I have far too much time on my hands but will do nothing productive with it.

Now, I have a confession. I miss sweaters. This is quite possibly the most ridiculous statement to share because those of you who (maybe?) read my postings in the winter months know that I moaned ceaselessly about the cold... and the snow... and the ice... and basically anything else that I could. But now it's 110 degrees! I didn't ask for this! At these temperatures, I can't even go outside without breaking into a sweat, mind you, I don't usually go outside that much. To edit my statement, I don't miss the winter, I just miss layers. And sweaters.

Alex White will show you why.

Prada just makes sweaters just so cozy-looking, and the belt takes the rugged-ness it to a more feminine level. Oh, and Miss Palvin's hair is divine.

I love love love love a million times love Marc Jacobs' shoes with those socks, and I can't even think of the proper words to say why. And I really do wish that I had shorts like that because you know I would be the one in December getting frostbite because the shorts are so magical. I could wear them to school, as I don't imagine they'd enforce the shorts dress code then.

So there we go, I am easily influenced by W. Sue me.

26 DAYS TIL PARSONS.

W Won't Ever Be Quite the Same

Favorite Quote:

February 1996-

"I say, let's have happy clothes. You could reply that's frivolous in a troubled world, but do you really think dressing like an existential nun with suicidal thoughts is going to save Bosnia?"

- Countess Louise Estherhazy