No pictures this am. The morning after a thirtysomething bachelorette party is a bit of a bloodbath. No need to document.
Make it back to L.A. in one piece and have a leisurely lunch at Urth Cafe with my mom. We discuss Flower's mama and the nature of friendship and my pipe dreams of owning a business.
In the evening, we head to LAX to pick up Mr. Diabolina. Get all the dirt on the thirtysomething bachelor party. Glad to report there were no arrests or injuries.
Well, except for the one Mr. Roboto aka The Bachelor sustained before he left on the trip. It involved a cheese grater and STITCHES. HAHAHAH - only Mr. Roboto! Thankfully, the injury didn't keep him from dancing his way through the weekend. With a popped collar, no less ;)
Anne Klein button down
Stuart Weitzman sandals
Stuart Weitzman sandals
I love that Coachella influenced all my packing for the weekend and I didn't even go. What.a.nerd.
Knew shorts would be a good idea for a Palm Springs weekend.
Also knew that I couldn't do the itsy bitsy shorts and tank tops twentysomethings wear to Coachella. I am a grand dame of a certain age and weight, after all.
So I started thinking about all the shorts with tights looks I'd been drooling over all winter
That got me thinking about the perfect shirt dress I want to pair with tights and heels
Which lead me to this look. As I've mentioned in the past, I am not a button down person AT ALL. But this look I LOVE. Probably because I'm so bad at dressing down. This is a flawlessly fancy casual look.
Bought this button down resale for $7 recently. Mostly because it was fitted enough and long enough to work tucked in.
And it was under $10, good quality and wouldn't show my sweaty monster tendencies? SOLD.
Felt a little awkward at first today - I was wearing a button down with shorts tucked in, peoples!!! Didn't help that Mr. Diabolina and my mom didn't quite get it. They thought I looked a little "Welcome to McDonald's. May I help you?" Wah.
Tried to shake off their playful ribbing and doubts. I told them the girls at the bachelorette party liked it. Especially with the Tarjay hat I wore in the morning to disguise the hangover. So there. Plus the outfit was really comfortable. And wasn't that the point post thirtysomething bachelorette party?
By midday, I had gotten loads of approving looks from strangers. And by the end of the day, I felt like hot shit. YAY! Convinced myself that I want to live in preppy "I summer in the Hamptons" outfits this summer.
Now I am dying to wear shorts with a jacket.
And another girly romper.
Can't believe just a year ago I had sworn off shorts. Goes to show you that you should never say never ;)