Sometimes I have the irrepressible urge to dress like a gypsy princess. I also sometimes have the nagging desire to dress like a fancy business lay-dee. Sometimes, the two converge in a yellow wood (I know it's actually "diverged" but it was too good to pass up) and I have no choice but to live by the wise words of Oscar Wilde and yield to my temptation. Below you shall see the result of such an undertaking.
[Photos by Alina Peña.]
Top: gift from my aunt in France
Pants: unknown
Denim jacket: Gap (embroidered by me)
Scarf: pashmina from my grandma
Plaid jacket: Outerwear (I got it at the flea market at Vassar where I also got that pink tweed jacket, which funnily enough I wore with these pants)
Shoes: Christian Siriano for Payless
In the words of the photographer for this post: "boobies!"
I'm just glad that my little midriff there didn't get frostbite or nothin'. I'd say that's something to smile about. Also Alina may have been making a particularly ridiculous face.
Peep the hand-knitted mittens, made by me, circa third grade. I had a knitting business from fourth through sixth grades. I'll give you the link so you can have a good long laugh. This is it.
I wore this outfit to the Clover Canyon show on Wednesday, February 13, in case anyone was wondering.
Does Thursday remind anyone else of pretzels?
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