Those pesky Santa Anas kept waking me up last night. Kept looking outside our bedroom window and seeing enormous palm trees trashing about in the wind. Scary.
Was at work until 9:00 pm tonight. BANANAS. That "brilliant" idea I had a few weeks ago has gotten company leaders super sweet excited. Meh. Feeling alot of performance anxiety. Going to be crazy busy through January. Double ugh. I wanted to ease through the holidays.
One thing that helped immensely today was that I brought in The Riz to help with some visual identity stuff for the project. Kind of a big deal. I was trying not to invest too much of myself in this job. And whenever you bring in a friend as a freelancer, things inevitably get personal.
But we needed help and my boss said to bring in a designer who I trusted and whose language I spoke. The Riz and I worked so closely at my last job that he became my best girlfriend there.
Every project I felt proud of at that job we worked on together. Miss him. So glad we got the opportunity to cross paths professionally again.
Forever 21 dress
Jones NY boots
Faux Van Cleef and Arpels necklace and earrings
The trees swaying in the wind made me want to wear tights today.
Have been obsessing over tights lately.
Wanted to wear my most opaque pair but they were no where to be found. Had to settle for age old footless tights that have seen better days.
Was feeling super duper Reese cute in my short swingy dress, jacket, tights and boots. Then, suddenly, in a meeting I brushed the back of my leg. Can't be, I thought. And then I looked to confirm. F.
My tights had torn right behind the knee, well below the hem of my swingy LBD. Ack!
And I don't mean torn as in Fashion Toast inspired by Anja at Balmain.
We are talking torn LiLo mess style. UGH! Ran to the bathroom after the meeting and whipped them off.
Think a few folks noticed that something was different. So I took off my jacket to throw them further off the scent.
Love being the MacGwyver of fashion ;)