Feeling off. Need to get my roots done. And exercise.
Plus I haven't been sleeping well. Never sleep well when Mr. D is away. We make me sick ;)
Fart around town with my mom, watch a terrible movie and then get devastating news in the afternoon. One of our friends is getting separated. Awful. This couple has been together as long as I've known them. Never known one without the other.
I know they are making the right decision but it doesn't make watching them in pain any easier. Can life just stop with the curve balls already?
At least one great thing happened today: my mom found her wallet.
Forever 21 sweater and top
J Brand skinny jeans
BCBG Max Azaria boots
Me&Ro necklace and earrings
PRADUH Butterfly sunnies
Have been wanting to try belting chunky knits for months and months now but it's been too warm. And I've been afraid. Afraid of looking too chunky monkey.
I mean all the girls who shut the look down
Are of the meanly lean variety.
I wouldn't EVER dare try to belt a coat.
I'd look more abominable snowman than adorable SJP.
Think in the end the look worked. Got lots of lingering head to toe stares today from sassy girlies. But did feel a bit chubbers. What else is new.
Question: Why do you think people repeatedly tell me I look like I've lost weight upon seeing me? And please note that since I never really lose noticeable weight I am usually the heaviest I have ever been when they make said comment. What is that about???
Well, instead of infer thinly veiled snark on anyone's part, a couple of years ago, I decided it means I exist in people's minds as "larger than life." Between my big hair and big cheeks and big personality, people think of me as, well, big. I live in their minds as physically much bigger than I actually am. So when they see me in person, I am smaller by comparison. Great explanation or even greater delusion? You be the judge/Freud.
A clear delusion I like to have is that these flat boots make me look very Patrician, very East Coast. Like I know how to ride horses and play tennis at the club and say dahhhhhling, without irony.
One thing that I'm not delusional about is calling trends. Typically months in advance.
I became smitten with these Prada butterfly sunglasses on June 7. Jean Bean played match maker and we had our first date at Saks.
But I've been reluctant to plunk down $245 to make them mine. Glad I didn't. Found these spectacular replicas at a random cart in the Grove on Thursday. $14. WE WERE MEANT TO BE.