2 posts tagged March 2012
March 20th 2012
My little sister, Lindsay, arrived in the grand old state of Oklahoma on Monday. Girl hasn’t been too far out of California, so the Midwest was a whole new world for her.
We explored the little college town of Norman on Tuesday (go Sooners!) — this town is too cute. It reminds me a lot of my hometown Chico.
When Kelsi was here a few months ago, we sifted through a thrift store and stumbled upon TWO of these Melie Bianco bags, each for $12. I knew it was a deal, especially because it was practically brand new.
Lindsay and I walked into a little boutique in Norman and the woman pointed to my bag and noticed that it looked like the ones they just got into their store. I turned around and there was the exact same Melie bag I had on my shoulder in a seaform green color. I looked at the tag, $80. Pretty sure that’s awesome, right?
We loved seeing these red phone booths all over town and campus. I started to pretend I was in London, but it didn’t feel very authentic. Mostly because these booths, thankfully, didn’t smell like urine.
Dress: J.Crew Factory (sold out — similar), Blazer: Forever 21 (sold out in red online), Tights: Banana Republic, Boots: Hunter Wellingtons, Bracelet: nOir (similar), Watch: Michael Kors, Belt: Chinese Laundry (similar), Lips: MAC in MAC Red.
March 10th 2012 - Day
Like most of the girls attending the Texas Style Council, I fretted over what to wear for weeks (okay, months) in advance. I had originally planned on wearing a lovely flowing maxi dress with strappy sandals and a jean jacket for this particular day. As you can tell, it was a bit too soggy and cold for that kind of get-up.
This blazer, though you can’t tell from photos, has a high-low profile and hangs perfectly on me. Often during big events and parties, I feel a bit out of place in my outfits, however I never once felt that way wearing this. It could have been the company I was keeping, but overall — I think you can’t go wrong with black, white and red.
Unless you’re a bloody zebra. Then I’m sorry, you’re probably about to become Simba’s lunch.