So I mentioned Topshop was a derth the first Saturday I got to NYC. I couldn't believe I didn't want a single thing in there. I usually have to narrow down 10 things to 5.
So a week later, I decided to go back with my mom and see if the stock had rotated. And sure enough, everything was in a different spot. Still, sadly, nothing TDF though.
Found these fun Asian granny printed pants.
Liked how the wide leg pair looked like a skirt. Liked but didn't love.
The fit of this pair was amaze. And yet, I wasn't gonna die without them.
Tried on the shorts version for shits and giggles. Too short without tights.
Am suddenly gaga for scallops so beelined for this pair of shorts. Sadly, they kinda just hung on my 33 year old butt and didn't do me any favors. Not gouda.
The only thing I fell in deep lust with at Topshop was this jumper.
The collar was soooo Miu Miu.
But alas the 6 was too tight across the hips and the 8 was too enormous across the chest. Boo.
Left emptyhanded and headed to Canal Street. Where I tend to hit the motherload, This trip was no exception: one necklace, two hair clips, 8 bracelets and two headbands.
Pearly kitties and interlocking C's
Studs, gold and pops of orange
And headbands that would do Blair Waldorf proud
Heading back to NYC this summer for work again.
Fingers crossed I fare better at Topshop and as well on Canal Street.