When Target announced the launch date of the 3.1 Phillip Lim collaboration, I circled it in red in my brain calendar; I’ve been on a hunt for a great taupe carryall for fall and the satchels in the collection fit the bill (and my budget). Squeeze in a trip to Tar-jhay on Sunday, I told myself. Then Sunday came and went in a blink, as Sundays do best. I made a quick pitstop this morning…
The Canadian tuxedo is a polarizer; folks either loathe denim-on-denim with a deep fiery passion, or pair up their blue jean favorites at least once a week. A chambray top with comfy skinnies is a win in my book. Britney and Justin ruined it for all of us back in 2001.
I was *this* close to titling this post, “Orange You Glad It’s Friday?!” because, for the love, I am. wearing: MNG by Mango dress; Sam & Libby for Target sandals; Nine West hat; Romeo & Juliet Couture bag via Hautelook.
1992 called, and it wants its pony back! This was my mom’s go-to hairstyle for me in elementary school, followed closely by the french braid. Of the two, this is the only one I can recreate on my own as a grown-up. Somehow my french braid always comes out crooked and weirdly… inside-out? Check out Gal Meets Glam’s twisted ponytail post for simple instructions to recreate the throw-back yourself; no informercial “fashion hair tools” required.
It’s funny that just a few short years ago, this would be an everyday outfit for me, but now it feels fancy. When your day-to-day style revolves around jeans and flats, a day that includes a skirt made of anything besides cotton and heels is a chichi affair. This morning, I reached into the unchartered depths of my closet to pull together an outfit for an annual ladies’ luncheon for our community college foundation. This year,…
Please pardon my mess of a top-knot. While I finally had a chance to wash my hair this morning {God bless my sweet husband’s heart for letting me sleep in and stroll in to work two hours late} I’m afraid I didn’t have the energy to do much else. I did manage to slap on some makeup and put on a clean pair of jeans, so two out of three ain’t bad. My head is still…