Mr. Diabolina and Sable Crow flew back to LA this morning. Leaving my mom and me to eat and and shop in girly peace.
We started the day with breakfast at XYZ at the W hotel.
Then we spent the whole day gobbling up every square inch of Union Square. What a shopping district. I dare say it is my favorite...EVER, ANYWHERE.
At $200 they would have been as close as I'd ever get to the Christian Louboutin python lace ups that make me weep. Alas Neiman's didn't have my size. Not meant to be.
- a Forever 21 studded belt - FINALLY!
- a stripey yellow wrap hoodie - My name is Diabolina and I'm addicted to wrap sweaters!
- a pair of Robert Rodriguez slighty cropped slim trousers - Now I can pretend to be a Euro magazine editor too!
In the evening, introduced my mom to my one, my only, my Bong Su, site of my foodgasm in early October. We ordered the cod and coconut rice again and this time I added the pomegranate duck. Good lordy it was delish.
I focused so much on getting last night's outfit pitch perfect that I really screwed the pooch on the rest of the weekend. I packed as if I was headed to Hawaii. In the spring. F.
Even with the cropped leggings and the wrap sweater I looked out of place during the day.
Instead of the jersey tulipy dress and eyelet jacket, I should have done black pants and booties and statement top and fierce jacket.