Not For Singles

Club Monaco shirt and skirt, Tibi booties, Chanel bag, Ray-Ban sunglasses, Giambattista Valli necklace

There are certain clothes that I know are made to punish single people.  I know it, because there is no way a single person can put these clothes on alone.  It's impossible!  For example, this cute shirt looks like a regular shirt, however, it's IMPOSSIBLE to get on by yourself.  For one thing, there's an invisible zipper that starts zipping up from the middle of my back.  I mean, what kind of Cirque Du Soleil do I need to do to get my arm to reach to the middle of my back and then zip?!  As if that's not enough, just in case you happen to get through the zipper portion of this shirt alive, there's the teeniest tiniest worthless hook and eye closure at the top of the zipper!  How the heck am I supposed to fasten that?!  Oh, that's right I'm not supposed to do that.  I'm supposed to get someone who loves me to do that for me.  And if I don't have anyone who loves me, then I don't deserve to wear these clothes.  This shirt can be so judgmental sometimes. 

David Yurman and my own rings, Chanel bag

My Moroccan Moomoo

Zara tunic, Joe's jeans, Belle by Sigerson Morrison shoes, Ray-Ban boyfriend sunglasses, Shopbop Basic bag

I picked up this tunic recently and I absolutely love it.  In fact, I now absolutely love tunics.  They're loose and breezy, light and comfy.  They're really fun to wear, basically because they're moomoos! Yeah, that's right, tunics are just fancy moomoos.  I've already adopted wearing pajama pants outside, why not moomoos?  Hell, now I might as well get myself a stoop to sit on, rest my feet in some Dr. Scholl's, and wait until 5:00 pm when I can start cooking up my chicken fried steak all whilst wearing my Moroccan-inspired moomoo.  I've completely given up.  However, I must admit, it is nice to be able to take full breaths of air now that I don't need to suck in anymore; because you never need to do that when you're wearing a "tunic" (i.e a moomoo).  

Maison Martin Margiela, Brandy Pham, Baublebar, Anarchy Street and Cartier rings, David Yurman, House of Harlow and Jules Smith bracelets, Michele watch

Seeing Green

Club Monaco suede jacket, Madewell t-shirt, Citizens of Humanity jeans, Michael Kors shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses

November may be the month for making those Black Friday purchases, but January is definitely the month where you get to start wearing them.  I love seeing everyone's Black Friday buys because by definition, these are items that you would never have thought to buy, but for the fact that it was almost being given away.  The results can be boring a la buying ten grey Gap sweaters, or they can be totally daring; like this one girl I knew who got leggings that looked like a human exoskeleton from the bottom down.  (Good luck finding a top that matches that.)  

For me, it was this olive green suede jacket.  It's one of my favorite purchases because it sounds like it would look like vomit, but instead it's incredibly cute and unique.  The description definitely does not do it justice.  Tune in the next few weeks to check out my other daring Black Friday purchase: a snood.  

Short And Sweet

Club Monaco sweater, Gap jeans, Michael Kors heels, Chanel bag, Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses

Have you ever thought after putting something on that it didn't look right, but then you asked people and they kept telling you how fabulous you were, but you knew deep down that you looked gross?  Well, that's what happened to me, except for like an entire year.  Yesterday, my husband found some photos of our "first" and what I call our "secret" engagement shoot.  I call it secret because those photos have never been shown to anybody.  It was when I saw those photos that I realized I looked completely disgusting with long hair and NOBODY BOTHERED TO TELL ME! I looked like some sort of weird Asian John Lennon.  You would think that someone would go out of their way to at least tell me that.  I was really disappointed that nobody did. Could you imagine if I accidentally wore a  pair of circle framed sunglasses?  I mean for almost twelve months I walked around with my shoulders back thinking that I looked like a freakin badass, hair down to my shoulders (!), and that I would be doing side braids and pony tails in no time.  Well, let's just say I found out right on time before I started to "experiment" with some new long-hair hairstyles.

After the discovery, I started to doubt all my friends like it was a conspiracy theory and I was thinking back to all those times that they said I looked cute.  Total lies!! I mean I get it, you don't want to hurt a friend's feelings, but come on an entire year is taking this joke a little far.  And then, my deluded ass for not seeing how gross it looked.  It takes a village I guess.  Needless to say, after getting those proofs, I marched myself to the nearest salon and chopped all that hair off and adopted a new mantra: never trust a girl who suggests I grow my hair out.  I got your number, bitch.

Anarchy Street, Stella and Dot, House of Harlow and David Yurman bracelets, Anarchy Street and Cartier rings