I wasn’t going to post this outfit because, hello, blog-worthy it is not. Even by the admittedly low standards of this blog. Cute and comfy, yes. Stylish, not particularly. But the photo itself struck me as familiar somehow and, after a bit of digging, I realized why.
OK, I didn’t actually steal this dress. I just … stole the idea of this dress. From Adrien, because she has the best dresses, ever. I waited for what seemed like an eternity for this one to pop up on eBay so I could make it my own, and when it finally did, I did. And, clearly, I have no shame because I’m splashing my bad deeds all over this here blog. Awesome dress is awesome. Happy dress-thief dance.
There is a lesson to be learned from this immoral anecdote, I’m sure, and it’s not that style thievery pays. (Although, listen: it totally does. In compliments and undeserved style cred. I would know.) No, I think it’s something about patience, or perhaps about being really good at eBay. Wait, maybe it’s about the importance of finding amazing style inspiration. Yes, I think that might be it. And, hey, if you’re in the market for some of that, you can always check out some of the truly stylish ladies who inspire me (linkies in my blogroll).
So, yes: this is my favourite sweater. You wouldn’t know it from the frequency with which I wear it, because I’m one of those weird people who “saves” her nice clothes for “special occasions”. Which, in my current life, happen about once a month. And only If my social calendar is unusually busy. I’m trying to stop this nonsense, so I wore this sweater on a random Tuesday to the outlet mall. Unfortunately, this is evidently not my lucky sweater; I hit up the Crew Factory store in hopes of finding my wishlist floral necklace … only to be told it had already hit the clearance rack and sold out. Insert sad face.
On the bright side, I was wearing my favourite sweater, and that’s pretty good for a Tuesday. To further ease my disappointment, I bought this cute striped top at the Gap outlet.
Do I need another striped top? What a silly question.