I love this skirt. I really do. I could wear it pretty much every day for, like, a week without getting bored – and in Adinaland, that’s basically an eternity. Not bad for $8. Pairing with a chambray shirt is the height of unimaginativeness, but meh. I went there. No shame.
On the other hand … the hair. Ok, here’s the deal, you guys. I had my perm re-done the day before, and … and … it came out a little bit tight.
My hair tends to need a few days to settle into any new ‘do, and more so this time than usual. I won’t lie; I panicked at first. But things are getting better now. I think. Fingers crossed.
Ahhh, my favourite part of my closet … or any closet, for that matter.
Bags, baby.
Honestly, I could talk about my bags, and how they came into my life, for days … but I’ll spare you. If you’re curious about how my collection has changed in the last 2-3 years, read this first. Then come back, and look at some pretty pictures.
Not pictured: Chanel vintage double flap (seen here ); YSL Besace satchel (seen here, I’m debating whether to sell or not); Tory Burch Norah satchel (seen here, selling); Coach vintage Court bag (seen here, selling); Arcadia tote (seen here).
So, I turned 34. No big whoop, except that I’m now officially in my mid-thirties. It’s, like, odd … but only if I think about it. Don’t worry, I’m still shockingly immature. Moving on, how cute is this Edme & Esyllte skirt? I want to wear it constantly, and every time I do, I want to tell everyone that I thrifted it for eight whole bucks. Hey, here’s a fun game: guess how much the whole outfit cost? Go on, guess.
Answer: $89. Were you close? The necklace was a gift (thanks, mom & dad); otherwise, it would have been the most expensive item at $40 (on sale, you should really check it out). Yeah, I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself. It’s allowed on one’s birthday, yes?
Speaking of, my husband took me out for a date night to celebrate the fact I’m now a year older than him. (For the next two months.) We went to a joint called Meat.
The menu is well curated (read, short, very short), but everything we tried was delicious. As a pickle aficionado, I am telling you to order the pickle if you go. Best $1 I spent all week. Well, my husband spent it, but you know what I mean. The only downside of Meat is also, in a way, what makes it a really fun place to hang: it’s hipster heaven. We had a table near the door, which afforded us excellent people watching opportunities, and we marveled at the constant stream of hipster haircuts, hipster beards, hipster clothes, hipster babies. (We didn’t know this beforehand, but Meat seems to be a pretty cool place to bring your kids. Duly noted for future reference.) When in Rome … drink the hipster-approved soda. (It was delicious.)
My husband decided to try to get me drunk, and damn nearly succeeded. I know what you’re thinking, but I haven’t had alcohol in nearly 4 years (it’s a taste thing, not a philosophical thing) and 2.5% beer might as well be moonshine. And, for the record, it was also delicious. I absolutely hate beer and refuse to drink it, but this stuff tasted entirely un-beer-like. Paired excellently with my garlic fries and BBQ pulled chicken, by the way.
Too soon, it was time to go home. Midnight? Pfft. Cinderella ain’t got nothing on us. Forget the magical pumpkin carriage; the baby-sitting clock is much less forgiving.