I know: this blog might as well be called “A Dress A Day, Everyday” because that’s what it seems to have turned into, but bear with me. I got some new pretties in the mail this week:
Yes, I went a little nuts with the J. Crew shoe sale a few weeks ago — but it was *such* a good sale, you guys. (50% off final sale, can I get a “whoop whoop”!) Each of these pairs came to about $80 including shipping which, while not cheap, is a great deal for the quality they offer. I love my old J. Crew pumps, and these look to be just as good (and comfy too). So, of course, I couldn’t wait to wear them.
Speaking of fab new things, I love this dress so much. It’s lined and has pockets, and it’s sleek and cute and comfortable all at the same time. There’s an interesting contrast panel around the back, which I will have to show you next time because … blazer, duh. Still in a hearing. This particular blazer is pretty good too — there is a good percentage of elastane in it, so it has some stretch that makes it comfortable for long days of sitting and typing. I can’t emphasize how much of a difference that 2-4% elastane can make — and I say that as someone who used to hate blazers and eschew them in favour of cardigans. Check the fabric content, my friends!
A closet inventory is all fine and good (and you can read about mine here), but numbers alone only get you so far. How about some visuals? I’ve started cataloging my entire closet in photos, but that project is proving to be long and laborious, and nowhere near complete. Demonstrating my priorities, once again, I did manage to finish two parts of it. Care to guess?
Yep, bags and shoes. Always with the bags and the shoes.
I’m saving the best (my assessment, I stand by it) for last, so let’s look at some shoes. In no particular order:
Missing from the picture: Stuart Weitzman blue peep toe pumps; Enzo Angiolini t-strap pumps; Enzo Angiolini gold sandals; Old Navy black flats (seen here and a million other posts); Gap Factory red sandals (ditto); Nine West black booties (seen here); Tahari black boots (seen here); Old Navy yellow wedge sandals; Bloch pink flats (seen here, can’t decide if I’m keeping); G by Guess metallic flats (seen here, ditto).
Let me start by doing what every parent does, more often than they’d like to admit, and that is blame something (I’d have a hard time justifying) on my kid. See, I just had to go to the mall. I did. My kid made me, because he is my kid and he considers going to the mall a social activity. He visits the mannequins. (I am serious.) And when we go to the mall, we have to go to Zara, because that’s where his favourite mannequins reside. And it all started at Zara.
I swear I was not looking. Well, I technically had my eyes open so I could steer one over-excited toddler and a stroller along, but I wasn’t looking looking, if you catch my drift. But, somehow, these caught my eye.
In my defence, they were very, very twinkly. I also blame the lighting at Zara, for making things extra twinkly.
I was in love in about a nano-second. Now, I already had a pair of rhinestone flats in my closet, but these … were special. For real. I’m not generally a big Zara fan, but honestly, these didn’t look like Zara flats to me. They looked Chanel-esque, if Chanel took to designing for Tinkerbell. They looked expensive. Scratch that. They were expensive. $80 for rhinestone encrusted mesh? No.
No, right? Right?!
The rational part of my brain eventually kicked in, and I steered the troops out of Zara, Tinkerbell shoes-free. (It helped that the biggest size they had was a touch too small. Comfort above all.) I did the sensible thing, and went to SoftMoc to look for the pair of Chucks that was actually on my to-buy list. And was rewarded by finding them on sale. Of course, this story doesn’t end here, because my name is Adina and I like to make things difficult for myself. Initially, the plan was to look for a grey pair. Eminently sensible and practical, yes? But then I saw the red pair. And it looked awfully cute. I like red shoes. My husband thinks red Chucks are awesome. My youngest has a hand-me-down pair of red Chucks from her older brother, and we could do a mother-daughter thing. Cute. So … What to do?
Like any normal person would, I turned to social media. The consensus among my Facebook peeps was “grey”. Naturally, I bought the red. Went home, and promptly reconsidered. And then I made my poor husband drive back to the mall the next day so I could exchange them for the grey. What can I say – he has the fortitude, not to mention the patience, of a saint. But I love my grey Chucks, and they are ever so practical.
The end.
P.S. You didn’t really think that was the end, did you? Of course not. So, one late night not long thereafter, I somehow zombie-clicked my way on to the Zara website, and before I knew it, bam. A pair of Tinkerbell shoes were on their way to me. Sigh.