Ok, seriously, that last post was kind of really whiny, right? Oh poor me, I have nothing to wear! Wah wah wah, I don’t have any new clothes. Even I don’t want to read about it and I’m actually pretty annoyed with myself that I wrote it. Definitely deserved the stern talking-to I gave myself in the shower, from whence this outfit came. Here’s what happened:
Yesterday, during my grump-tastic afternoon, I conned P into letting me pick up a few hair products from the Boots 3-for-2 shelf.
Because of this, I needed to make a good faith effort to do my hair.
At the point where I’m going to bother with my hair, I may as well go the whole hog so as not to waste a good hair day.
In accordance with Newton’s 1st Law, I hacked the legs off my most beat up jeans so that I would have something new and different to wear.
And voilà! Closet QED.
(It helped that I’m obsessed with the detailed tailoring of this shirt and was happy to have an excuse to wear it in a dressed-down capacity.)
(Paul Smith shirt, Joe’s Jeans cut-offs, Cole Haan flats, James Avery earrings and charm bracelet, Movado watch, Mom’s old sunglasses)