Too Much of a Good Thing

Parsons is in a week!!! Be very excited. I still haven't gotten my supply list or anything, so that Tim Gunn dream is reoccurring. Now, I am at the point where I'm planning outfits for the ten days I'll be there, as I know I will be too full of nervous energy to do it every night. And each outfit will be perfect by next week. So far I have two- and I will definitely recycle them for school and such. I know it's cheating, but I'm still going to do it.

Moving on.

I find that in the summer I have a uniform. Lilly Pulitzer shorts, bright tank top, headband, sandals, charm bracelet, DONE. It's so boring I could spit up on myself. I know that the whole Lilly Pulitzer-in-the-summer thing is overplayed to the point of annoyance, yet I will continue to do it. I have these vintage shorts with fruit all over them that I can't leave alone.

The shoes are marvelous, they came into the B&B a few weeks ago. And I will be wearing them with those shorts until I'm blue in the face.

Giraffes Make A Girl Very Giddy

We went to the Bronx Zoo yesterday, and although I detest the fact that the animals are stuck in captivity, I find myself positively dazzled by the giraffes. They ooze elegance.

There were also a few random peacocks running around, trying to steal fries from unsuspecting children. I wanted to steal a feather to use for headbands,(because my hair is really something these days) but I don't think he or the zoo people would have liked that very much.

¡AND PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE ONLY THIRTEEN DAYS LEFT UNTIL PARSONS!

The Inspiration That Will Ultimately Lead to Fixation

Remember in Pretty in Pink when Andie wore the lace top and cardigan over the floral jeans? Well, I was watching that today and I am positively mesmerized. MESMORIZED. Now I need a pair of those jeans. NEED.

At first, I thought the solution was simple: just paint over a pair of white jeans that I never wear. Ah, but that could never happen! It’s far too easy. In order for the powers above to be happy, I must sweat over my clothing needs for a long time until they are fulfilled in the most difficult way necessary. In other words, my mother stamped on my idea. And she did it brutally, with five-inch heels on.

So now I actually have to spend money in order to feed my fixation. How I hate it when this happens. So while surfing the Topshop site, I have found a candidate.

(topshop.com)

These look like they would fit more awkwardly and they are more feminine, so I like them. I do not care how 80's they happen to be, because I love them dearly (though I've only seen them online...) and everyone is entitled to a little bit of 80's. Don't judge me, please. My ultimate mission is to wear them with that Free People blouse that I showed here earlier in the summer. With that huge pearl necklace and Kenzie wedges. I will breathe easier only then.

Let's Go Stroll Nonchalantly Up the Fire Escapes

This is so Chanel, I'm relishing in it. It’s like, “Why, yes, I am in my furry tweed suit by Chanel on the fire escapes in Manhattan, and I am very glamorous, so envy me and buy my clothing.” We will Karl, we will.

A Smashing Good Time! {pun intended.}

I was fortunate enough to be in the city on the 4th of July to watch the Macy's fireworks atop Pier 92 (my father's place of work). I intended to put the photos up earlier but I somehow found doing nothing far more pressing.

The fireworks were marvelous, even more so than on TV- and the event gave me a chance to wear some red lipstick! Not that I wouldn't have some up with one anyway.

That's my Vogue shot, in a Tory Burch top, J. Crew sunglasses, and Clinique lipstick.

There was a spectacular view of the newest, biggest cruise line, the Epic (or Epoc, as my mother calls it) from the pier. Those of us who are a bit cynical were thinking it'd be the next Titanic. Just saying.

We also went aboard the Intrepid the next day, which is really great if you're into that sort of thing. The heat on the flight deck was a bit of a magilla though. In my Little Miss Stubborn t-shirt, no-name madras skirt, and Coach sunglasses.

We also went to this lovely little French café called La Bergamote on W 52nd that has aMAZing cappuccinos and opera cake.

20 DAYS UNTIL PARSONS!!! RAH RAH RAH!!!

***edit-photo credits go to my mother.

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.