I enjoyed quite a bit of champagne last night. Woke up feeling just how much. Ruh oh, says disapproving Hello Kitty in the background!
First Mommy Sunday in weeks. She is sporting one of the flattering summery tops I picked out for her at H&M last week.
Such pretty embroidery at the neckline. Such a pretty lady. Just look at her color block Marc hair clip. Like mother like daughter.
We enjoy a nice super chatty brunch followed by her first foray to Americana. She falls in love with its Main Street manufactured magic. We loll around a few hours but I don't spend a dime.
Am on a self-imposed shopping hiatus due to the Marc clutch purchase. Can't buy anything until my first paycheck in a week or two.
Well, can't buy anything for MYSELF. Bought Mr. Diabolina this funny tee I've been eyeing from the Latin Lingo (horrid name!) store at the Galleria.
Growing up that's how my grandmother always said Dodgers. As an ode to her that's how Mr. Diabolina and I say it. Hilarious inside joke that's clearly not so inside.
In the afternoon, we get devastating news. Find out that Mr. Saint's dad has passed away. AWFUL! Everyone is thankful that at least Mr Saint and his brother had the chance to fly in and spend time with him at the very end.
We head over to the house, spend some time with his mom and then go out to get some (stiff) drinks. Danny B comes too.
Mr. Saint looks dazed the whole time. Like he's somewhere else. All the boys do. I'm usually good at saying the right things in tough moments like these. But not tonight :(
So devastating that we are this old, that we are starting to lose our parents. Gut wrenching.
Gap stripped top
Theory wide legged white slacks
Silver rosette sandals
Louis Vuitton Damier tote
Louis Vuitton earrings
The need to hide my mosquito devoured legs is driving me bonkers. Plus I wasn't feeling very inspired this morning, head pounding and all.
So just grabbed these white pants once again and donned the new Gap top that I knew my mom would find prim and sweet. Looks a little Scrubs too, no?
Didn't even feel up to accessorizing much. Kept everything super Sunday sparse. Even a fashionista deserves a day of rest :)
p.s. After perusing pics from the Costume Institute Gala at The Met (aka the real fashion Superbowl), I decree that most of the "stars" in attendance looked either boring or busted.
Ugh. No excuse for some of the frumpy, ill-fitting messes. Yes, I'm talking to you Rachel Bilson and Posh and Mischa.
At least my fellow Latinas represented in (Doyer) blue...
And I am adoring Katie's makeup, necklace, tanned shoulders, Suri-sleek bob, and THOSE BLUE SHOES saved that odd Wiz of Oz/Liberace/debutante dress.
Who do you think wins worst/best dressed?