Why Didn't Someone Wake Me Up?

A couple of weeks ago the garbage truck rumbled through the alley behind my house making all sorts of mad noise and beeps. When I woke up I could have sworn was at home, in my parents' house, with the school bus waiting in the driveway. As in 20 years ago. 

I'm homesick. And I can't help thinking it's compounded by the 80's and 90's stuff floating around everywhere. Neon, moto, studs, cropped boots, lace--it's out in full force and I wore a piece of all of it back in the day. Jeggings? Can't remember what we called them, but I had more pairs of ribbed jeans than I knew what to do with. Floral denim? Let's just say I swore NEVER AGAIN to anything bright when it was all over and the fog lifted.

Cut to scene and somehow a pair of neon pink pants has found its way into my closet. Perhaps I can blame it on angst over aging and missing my family? Something's gotta give because I'm actually starting to like neon and it's scaring the hell out of me.  In an effort to test for a cure, this weekend I'm taking a quick zip home to Canada. My sanity is on the line and, quite frankly, I'm not sure how much more Home Depot and the local thrift store can take of my wardrobe.

I told ya: it's crazy time up in here.

Compounded by the back and forth of 'to ferris wheel or not to ferris wheel?'

I FERRIS WHEELED.

But I did not cat, thereby proving I've entered risky waters.

Even my gymnastics skills are coming back.

~Outfit: Gap-Tank, M2F-Vest (similar), Current/Elliott-Jeans, Rebecca Minkoff-Bag (old), Swedish Hasbeens-Shoes (here in soft pink since I'm on a roll), Anthropologie-Sunglasses~

But Mo-om I Don't Want to Wear Pants

Spring.

That glorious time when you pull out the floral prints and wear them with glee.  That time when strolling around in denim shorts is no longer met with the looks of bewilderment you encountered during your weather denial phase in December. That time when maybe you shouldn't have been so eager to jump around in sandals and bare legs over the Easter weekend because the allergy attack you thought you were having despite never having had one of that nature before has actually turned out to be the flu.

Fail.

It was fun while it lasted.

Spring uniform.

~Low Luv Rings, Vanessa Mooney Bracelets, Thrifted Belt, TK Bag~

~Favorite Tucker Blouse, Current/Elliott Shorts, Swedish Hasbeens Shoes~

That's all I've got. Back to bed.

Let it Hang

Saturday afternoon, while everyone in the east was experiencing a snowstorm, here in Southern California we got 80 degrees.  Is it so wrong to want to dress seasonally appropriate?  Apparently so.

After tossing clothes all around my room in a frenzy (think tornado) of 'wanna wear a sweater, too hot, how about jeans, tired of jeans, do we need to turn on the a/c?, where's that blazer, can't find my shorts, rinse and repeat' I emerged rather frazzled in something completely man repeller-ish.  Readying myself for the inevitable wind tunnel of guffaws, I threw on my never fail orange sunglasses (best $5 I've ever spent thanks H&M) and strolled down the hallway trying to be all casual aka hiding behind the shades.  You know that maneuver.

"Okay I'm ready," she says. *Grabs handbag and makes a point of not making eye contact* 

"We're getting a picture of that, right?" he says looking up.  

"Funny funny ha ha let's get outta here," she responds with an eye roll.

"No for real you have to get this one.  They're gonna love it.  It's all in the crotch," he says chuckling.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop I roll down to the car waiting for some comment about Depends Undergarments, but nary a one was uttered.  I do believe this blog has worn off on the Chef.  He's come to accept me wearing crotch droopers in public.  What is going on in the land?

Go big or go home:  fearlessly stand where cars can drive by and mock your pants.

No fear.

Close-up.  

It's October.  I wore open-toe sandals. Whatever with it already.

This one's for the Repeller.  

Somewhere out there she's bent into some pose wearing a sh*tload of clothes I can't afford.

At least not all in one swoop.  Carry on Repeller, carry on.

I would just like the record to show I perfected this look in the 8th grade.  Yes friends, you read that right.  On the first day of 8th grade I wore a pair of black what we referred to as 'parachute pants', a cream colored tencel military vest with a heather grey t-shirt beneath, and a pair of leather lace-up oxfords. Not much has changed in *cough* 20 years.  Does someone have pills?  I'm feeling lightheaded thinking about my age.  

As an aside I spent Saturday afternoon wedding attire shopping for a friend.  During this time I was stopped at least 5x by random strangers who profusely complimented this outfit.  One particularly stylish lad actually said to me, 'You are so Alexander Wang right now it is killing me.'  

Who knew a tornado could produce such results? Perhaps I need to throw things around more often.

~Outfit details:  Splendid-pants, Anthropologie-Poncho, Gap-Tank, Swedish Hasbeens-Peep Toes, H&M-Sunglasses~

Black and Blue

The title of this post sounds so ominous.  Nope--just the story of an LBD and a favorite denim shirt.

Yesterday was a race from the moment I opened my eyes until the time I hit the couch just in time to catch Teen Mom (cue the tears over Catelynn's fear of Brandon & Teresa cutting off contact with Carly).  Being busy without scary demands is a good feeling.  Unfortunately it wasn't so great when I reached over to turn on the straight iron only to realize 10 minutes later the thing had crossed over to the great hair appliance factory in the sky.  Why me?  Cut to scene and there I was racing out the door minutes later with a somewhat fuzzed out head of hair and a bag containing various outfit changes to last the day...miraculously I was only 10 minutes late to the first meeting.  Think screeeeech.

It should be noted that cleaning out the closet can yield many a forgotten treasure.  Case in point the little black dress in this post.  I picked it up more than a few years ago and have only worn it once or twice because it always gets lost beneath a hanging jacket.  Imagine my excitement upon rediscovering it this past Saturday.  We're in this weird weather pattern right now:  fogged in for the morning, blazing hot for the afternoon and then fogged in and cold for the evening.  I'm not ready to kiss summer goodbye so am working dresses and shorts to the maximum opting for light layers overtop that can easily be tossed aside once it warms up.  Second case in point:  the denim shirt.  Everyone laughed and called me a cowboy when I picked it up at Martin+Osa (RIP) a couple years ago.  Laughs on you suckahs (ie. friends who teased and read this blog)!  The denim shirt is back with a vengeance and I'm here to claim my rightful seat on the denim shirt throne.  On a serious note:  two wardrobe essentials paired together for chic and easy. You really can't go wrong.

~Details:  Martin+Osa Denim Shirt (similar, similar), Free People-LBD, Shoes-Swedish Hasbeens~

~Rebecca Minkoff Studded Rocker (here with silver studs), 
on the left:  Rosa's friendship bracelets + Seventh Door cuff + Melinda Maria Link Oxidized Ring
on the right:  Made With Love bracelets (on sale!)

Quite possibly the best shoes I've ever invested in.  
There is a reason SJP consistently wears them in many different versions and colors.

This is what we call the "out in the parking lot next to the restaurant hurry up before any 

customers spot us" shot.  Complete with hysterical laughing.

And now let us carry on toward the weekend.  Only two days to go...

Never Say Neverrrr

Fresh on (and no not off because it's not entirely gone) the heels of Head Cold 2011 more recently referred to as Bieber Fever, the Chef talked me into going out on Friday afternoon for some fresh air.  After being cooped up for a week I was relieved to be in the warm sun. Next thing I knew what was supposed to be a late lunch turned into me standing in line for an impromptu viewing of Black Swan.  I can't lie:  seeing some chick rip the skin off her hands in order to don the noir tutu was not high on my list of priorities (don't judge).  So as we walked away I mumbled, "Gee I kinda wanted to see Justin Bieber's movie.  I bet it's pretty good...".  To my shock the Chef stopped, spun on his heel and exchanged the tickets.  True love.

Cue the crazy pills because I really do have Bieber Fever now.  No jokes.



There was only one person under 25 in an almost full theatre, and we sat in front of the team who made the trailers for his movie...all decked out in purple 3D glasses.  Yes, I'm 14 again (and couldn't be happier) - and was so buzzed out off the movie that I almost forgot I was sick - so on Saturday I ventured outside yet again for a little more Vitamin D down at the docks.

~Outfit details: Tucker by Gaby Basora - Blouse, JBrand - Cargos, Swedish Hasbeens - Super High Peep Toe, Anthropologie - Sunnies~

Melinda Maria - Mademoiselle Pod Ring

It only seemed right to don something with at least a little purple in it.

I mean Justin wears it...good grief I've lost it.

Except I think my 5 year old niece is going to think I'm pretty cool.

Close-up on the Super High Hasbeens - you will never regret.  

I was stopped 3x on Saturday afternoon alone.  Totally comfortable, cute staple.

Speaking of never regretting (and never saying neverrrrr) this was my first Tucker piece and
it remains a favorite.  The vibrant color and flow of the blouse make it
a total go-to.  As long as I'm wearing it I'm sure I'll stay One Less Lonely Girl.

 Long live the Chef (in my sunnnies ha!)...who clearly knew that only Bieber Fever could mend a fever?

Ba-by, ba-by, ba-by oooooooooooh!  Oops wrong song.

I'll be back tomorrow with more tales because shortly after this I went to fill up on dark chocolate at See's (any excuse seeing as Jillian's on hiatus due to fever and it is Valentine's Day weekend mmmkay?) and some crazy woman felt the need to haul me over mid-mall to school me on the finer points of "skinny denim's out ya know.  It's really all about a wide leg these days."  Excuse me eyeliner sister?  Can't you see I have Bieber Fever and don't really care?? I about fell over in my tracks.  Can you imagine if I'd been wearing my whites?

Before I go, and I mean this sincerely, you should totally go see Bieber's movie.  He can dance and sing - we're talking natural ability - and is 16, almost 17, year old charming.  The story is told documentary style and is an incredibly inspiring journey about a small town Canadian kid from humble beginnings.  You may not know this if you're a newer follower, but I grew up in a small town on the Canadian prairies, so to see how far this young person has come is remarkable.  At the risk of sounding like a swoony cuckoo bird, I'm just going to admit it:  I've become a Belieber.

Just in time for Valentine's Day....One Less Lonely Girl

White Out

I know what you're all thinking, "That hooker's wearing a bun, no jacket and white pants in January."  And you would be correct - except I'm not a hooker, but endless blizzards bring out the worst in the very best of us.  Free Pass.  With this post I come offering motivation to anyone who is on the fence about the White Denim in Winter Challenge that will be going on next week.  At the last minute yesterday aft I threw together a quick outfit to bear witness to the fact that white is totally relevant at this time of year.

Pause:  Did you happen to catch Kara's post over at Sprinkles in Springs yesterday?  She's featuring me as her Blogger of the Month for February, and blew me away with the post.  Please check it out if you get the chance.  Her artwork is extraordinary!

I digress.  I've sent emails to everyone who expressed interest in putting on their white, and the tentative schedule will be listed at the end of this post.  Please let me know via email if you need to amend, have changed your  mind (noooooooo) or would like to be added (yes!!!).  And now today's outfit:  bearing in mind that some of you are up to your necks in snow, I remind you that this is my California look.  Next week I'll sport a warmer version that could easily be worn in colder parts of the country.

Outfit details:  J.Crew Military Vest, Club Monaco Striped T, Martin+Osa (RIP) Denim

Swedish Hasbeens-Loafers, Free People Necklace, Anthro Sunnies

Free People Necklace + Sun at 5pm as wind picks up.

Daredevil Carrie sits on sandy stairs in white denim. 

Swedish Hasbeens are some of my fave shoes...

H&M Collaboration is coming soon.  You will love!

Suddenly I feel like I need a chunky necklace to cap this off...

Okay so are you off the fence yet? All you have to do is an outfit post in white denim on your date listed below.  I think it would be great if you included the other people who are posting on your day so readers can compare/contrast, but I'll leave that up to you.

For everyone who has expressed interest here's the schedule so far, but there's always room for more!

Monday - February 7th, 2011:

• Daniela - D, Etc.
• Nicole - Frankie Hearts Fashion
• Shannan - Merci Blah Blah
• Lyddie - Chic on the Cheap
• Taylor - Curly in the City

Tuesday - February 8th, 2011:

• Anna Jane - See Jane
• Valerie - Red Vines for Breakfast
• Rosa - True Crew Love
• Elle - Elle Sees
• Jayme - Jammer at 10am

Wednesday - February 9th, 2011:

• Kai - All Kinds of Complicated
• Lisa - In Dramatic Fashion
• Higgenbottom - Dressing the Higgenbottom
• Ashleigh - Little Girl, Big World
• Kara - Sprinkles in Springs

Thursday - February 10th, 2011

• Carlina - Allergic to Vanilla
• HC - Freelance Shop-a-Holic
• Jiye - Pearls and Green Tea
• Rali - Styles N Cream 
• Me, Carrie - this free bird

Thus ends the longest post in the history of this free bird and if you follow me you know that's saying a lot.  I'll leave you now as I go off to tone my upper legs and behind.  White denim has brought home a few of the finer points I've been desperately trying to avoid.  On that note I have a killer dessert post for tomorrow.  Bring bib.

Fly Away

I'm sitting here listening to the neighbor's dog bark its head off while she repeatedly hollers, "NO!" at it.  After 3 days of this I'm about to go over there and give her a rip.  Or at least holler, "NO!" to her.  I wonder if it would work?  If the dog's behavior is any indication, the answer would be no.  Or is that "NO!"?

Anyway.  It's been super warm and is early in the evening on Tuesday - just a couple seconds ago the sweetest cool breeze blew through the front door and straight out the open bedroom window in the back of the house leaving the whole place smelling like the ocean.  I have to say I love summer at the beach and am so happy it's here, even if only for just a short time.  Today was my last day of work for the week and I am officially in birthday mode (read:  cleaning before my bff from Seattle gets here and calls Hoarders for an intervention - no jokes)  I wish I was outside.  sigh

A couple of days ago the Chef and I were driving through a small beach town by my house and on a street we'd never taken.  As I glanced to the right I saw the beach no more than 50 yards away, causing me to holler, "Beach!  Stop!".  Luckily no one was behind us when he hit the brakes!!  hehe  We got out and took it in for a bit because who knows how long it will last...hopefully a month or so more, but you can never tell.  I was wearing a silk butterfly tank top by my most fave Gaby Basora - the mastermind behind Tucker.  Did you catch the preview sale for her Target Collection on Gilt last week?  It was a gong show, but I managed to hobble off with a couple of dresses and a tank...one of the dresses is in a similar butterfly print.  It won't be silk, but if I love it even half as much as the one I'm wearing here it'll be totally worth it.  I hope you are able to treat yourself to some of her collection.  It is quintessentially feminine with a touch of Parisian flair.  I never tire of any of the pieces I own, or feel bad for a little wallet slip on her stuff here and there.

I can smell the breeze when I look at this picture.  Love that!

 There's the bracelet my new friend Laeticia gave me.  

Remember that story?

Her husband made the belt too...seems I forgot to run it through

the other side of the buckle?  Woops!  Still looks and is awesome.

 Soon enough it got a little chilly.

So we just mucked around in the sand for awhile.  

Cashmere in August anyone?  oy

 I was probably tearing up because of all the cleaning that lies ahead...hehe

Perfect sunset.  Can't ask for more.  The kid with the frisbee felt the same.

Outfit details:  Tucker by Gaby Basora Tank, Gap Layer Cami, Martin+Osa Skinny Denim (RIP), Martin+Osa Cashmere Cardigan, Swedish Hasbeen Super High Peep Toe Shoes, PANYC Belt and Bracelet, Tom Ford Sunnies. 

A Good Samaritan and a Swiss Bank Bag

Monday again.  I find these "Mondays" of ours particularly difficult to deal with coming off of a refreshing weekend, and refreshing it was.  That was the sound of a deep exhale.

Friday night the Chef and I decided to go to his place.  Trouble was we were at my place and had to make it over there.  This might sound like a small task, but there was so much to be done in order to make that happen.  Read:  catch up on Dateline, 20/20 and 48 Hours.  So by the time we pulled it together it was midnight and we found ourselves at In-N-Out Burger (aka manna from heaven - and for those of you not in AZ, CA, NV, UT please get to one of these locations stat to get a taste of what is rightfully yours).  As we were pulling out of the parking lot there was a man on the sidewalk amidst a bunch of teenage boys and he appeared to be asking them a question.  They all had the deer in the headlights look, so he began to cross in front of the car and I said to the Chef, "be careful.  This one might be packing the crazy."  He had made eye contact with me as he crossed in front and, sure enough, came to the Chef's window and began talking so he rolled it down a bit.  At this point the man asked where the nearest gas station was - which was well over a mile away - because he had run out of gas.  When we responded truthfully he asked for a ride.

Enter:  conundrum.  We are helpers by nature, but we are in Southern California - not the rural farming community I grew up in - this is no joke.  It was such an awkward moment because the guy looked a little disheveled and kinda dirty, but I guess I would too if I ran out of gas and was frantically looking for help after midnight.  And we truly did want to help, so we offered to take his container, fill it up, and return it to him.  He obliged and as we were returning with the gas I said to the Chef, "what a damn shame it is that we can't even give someone who needs a ride - a ride - for fear of our lives.  What kind of world do we live in where we can no longer feel safe helping someone?"  It truly made me very sad.  When we got back we gave him his container of gas and his change, and insisted we didn't want any compensation for helping someone who needed help.  And I apologized to him for not being comfortable to give him a ride, and even though he understood I pressed the point of the apology because I felt really bad to have had to leave him standing on the corner at bloody 12:30 in the morning.  Oy.

This is how the weekend began.  That experience, and several others of late, caused me to change my weekend cleaning plans.  Instead, early Saturday afternoon we hauled out of the house and decided to grab poolside brunch and cocktails at a small spot in the Chef's neighborhood.  We don't usually do this kind of lunch/brunch outing, but it was so nice and warm that we gave it a go.  What a wonderful idea.  If you follow me on twitter you saw a picture of our cocktails at, oh, roughly 5pm.  That's right.  We were there for hours people!!  I ended up chatting with a woman who grew up in the Bronx and now lives in Mexico with her husband who is a Chef, but has abandoned the profession to make handmade leather goods.  Yeah, get there ladies - he cooks and makes accessories.  She was the tiniest little bird who told me about her two kids, their lives in Mexico, that she's a trained dancer, did a little hip-hop imitation, took off her leather bracelet and tied it around my wrist...oh my gosh the stories I could release.  I never laughed so hard and had so much fun.  She was completely awesome (Chef says I have my first girl crush - hehe) and if I had stayed inside and done the laundry I would have never met her.  And what are the odds in LA where, no offense to anyone in LA because I love it, people are not always so down to earth and friendly?  She noted my handbag - made from authentic Swiss bank bags for reals - and I oooohed and ahhhhed over her belt and the rest was history.  I had been regretting the frivolous purchase of that unnecessary bag, but it ended up being the catalyst to a fantastic afternoon filled with laughter, a new friend, and a bracelet.  Life's too short.  The laundry can wait.

There's the lucky bag and my new bracelet.

Here's a close-up.  We were flying sans camera so this is it.

 Here you find the picture of a content woman post cocktails

...and an afternoon of stories and laughs. Yay!
(and yes that is a slight tilt)

Too bad there's a pile of work waiting for me this week, as well as a boatload of laundry, but that's okay because the weekend's coming. Ha! Wait a sec...I guess it may not get done then either?  Uh-oh!

What did you guys do?  Happy Monday!

She Wore Lemlem(on)

Have you heard of Lemlem?  How about Liya Kebede?

Lemlem is a wonderful line of gauzy, easy-breezy clothing and accessories, and it is the brain child of supermodel-turned actress-turned designer (and also Goodwill Ambassador for the World Health Organization), Liya Kebede.  She founded the line in 2007 as a way to provide traditional weavers in her native country of Ethiopia with a means to escape poverty.

I have to say I'm usually highly suspect of models-turned actresses-turned designers-turned home interior decorators-turned whatevers - and not without good reason.  A lot of of the time these people are selling their name as an alternate way to make more money (and there's nothing wrong with that in and of itself), but many have very little to do with the actual product that is turned out - or the process it undergoes to get to the consumer.  However this is not the case with Lemlem or Liya at all - and who doesn't want to get behind a woman who is trying to make a difference in the world?  The word Lemlem means "to bloom or flourish":

And I suspect that this is exactly what is occurring for weavers in Ethiopia who are partaking in the construction of these delightful items.

Just prior to Memorial Day I did a post on beach cover-ups.  Prior to doing the post I had been eyeballing a particular Lemlem tunic for weeks in a favorite haunt of mine, so decided to include an alternate dress style in the post.  At the time I was unaware of the history behind the line and more concerned about the price tag on the garment because it was by no means inexpensive.  But after learning a little more about the people my purchase would go to support I jumped off my wallet and got the Tiru Open Weave Tunic and honeys I have not regretted it once.

                                                                   image via J.Crew
      
Examine it.  The one at J.Crew is identical to the one I bought except mine's not on backorder until August 24th - instead it's resting comfortably in my closet.  In the past couple weeks it has gotten a lot of good use and I'm very happy with it because it can be worn for much more than just beach attire.

Think: lounging around your house on a Saturday afternoon wearing denim shorts and a tank.  It's a little breezy, but you'd like to sit outside and read a magazine.  What's a girl to do?  Throw on the Tiru Tunic and relax away.

Maybe it's a super gusty day at the beach. The sun's shining brightly, but you fear a sandstorm might come up and catch you off guard.  No problem.  Tiru's got it covered.

                                  Seriously.  We damn near blew away this day, but it was still rad.

Perhaps you've endured a rather balmy yet somewhat muggy afternoon.  You're going to meet your girlfriends for a cocktail, but don't feel like wearing a dress (sticky legs = no can do) and jeans will be too warm.  Why not try the Tiru over a light cami and a pair of cropped leggings completing your look with a cute heel?

    (Yes the Swedish Hasbeens are on maximum overdrive over here.  If you own a pair you know why.)

Worked charmingly for me.  And this is only one of several options that Lemlem has to offer for Spring and Summer.  You can check them out here, here and here for lots of different styles - there are also plenty of adorable pieces for children.  But if you are interested I would recommend acting fast - these pieces are handcrafted and appear to be selling out quickly.

Outfit details:  Nicole Miller sunglasses, GAP tank, Lemlem Tiru tunic, Splendid crop leggings, Swedish Hasbeens super-high peep toe, Rebecca Minkoff studded rocker

Discovering Nature with Gaby Basora

As the Memorial Day long weekend approached the Chef and I had grand plans to get away and relax.  Then when it actually arrived all we wanted to do was not be with everyone else getting away to relax.  So, instead, on Friday we sat down and wrote a list of things we would like to do over the weekend like nap, go to the beach, nap, go to the movies, nap, visit a couple restaurants, take another nap and take a nap.  I know I keep saying it, but I've been sick for so many weeks now that all I could think of was getting better. 

Well, come Sunday evening we had taken in a couple movies (SATC being one of them - yeah!),  prepared and consumed a ridiculously amazing frittata - recipe to follow tomorrow so start fasting now, spent a couple hours at the beach:

Eaten one of the Chef's favorite dishes (Chorizo and Clams) at one of his favorite spots:

And I had consumed more than my fair share of Pinkberry (sorry Yogurtland lovers, I prefer my toppings without kiddie hand germs in them - she said with love in her heart).

On Sunday night as I was going to bed I decided to sleep in a little on Monday and then head to the beach to get some color on my very white legs.  Instead I slept in until around noon.  When I stumbled out of bed and down the hallway, I was greeted by the Chef's little lady:

What a face!!  After some pets were distributed I went outside to check the weather and sit in the sun for a bit.  Now the Chef has a great front yard that attracts a lot of birds you don't normally see much of in LA if you are sans yard.  While I was out there I noticed this tiny nest in the tree by the front door:

I wasn't sure who that might belong to, but had seen a hummingbird zipping around and noticed there were two very small eggs in the nest.  Sure enough, after sitting there for a bit look who showed up:

Wow. After about an hour of flying in and out of her nest, she decided I was not a threat, settled in and let me get a few really close pictures.  Here's one of them:

Beautiful or what?  Watching her was so interesting, I kind of forgot about the beach!  And instead noticed how the Chef's front yard is chock full of trees and flowers and plants and fruit trees.  Peaches are actually ripe for the picking right now:

Enter the amazing Gaby Basora - designer behind the blouse I'm wearing in the picture above.  She is the mastermind behind the brand Tucker.  Have you heard of it?  I hadn't until a few months ago.  Then, as the closet fate fairies would have it, a few weeks ago I was invited to a Trunk Show featuring Gaby, and actually got to meet her and preview a number of her Spring/Summer items.  The blouse is what I ultimately purchased, but it was a tough decision and I have a feeling one of her dresses might be making its way into my closet soon.

I was all hopped up about the bird so I went back in the house, put my hair up and brought the Chef back out with me to enjoy the day.  The cat had to stay inside - for the bird's sake :)

Back to the blouse:  Gaby uses the most colorful and beautiful silk fabric to make her pieces, and they can easily be worn from day to night.  Look at how cute the shirt looks with simple skinny denim.  Pardon me while I pick the vegetation out of my hair.  Oops!  As long as the bird wasn't in there I was okay...

Trying to get into the habit of stopping to smell the roses. Hope it sticks.

Hope you had a safe and relaxing weekend.  I'm looking forward to seeing and reading about what everyone did (or did not do)!

Outfit details:  Blouse - Tucker by Gaby Basora, Slim Fit Denim by Martin + Osa (not sure what's left, sadly), Shoes - Peep toe Super High by Swedish Hasbeens