FACT: As long as I can keep myself in fluttersleeved polyester mini situations of the 1960s persuasion, I will be the happiest girl around.
I got this orangey dream number this weekend in North Carolina. I cut about 300 inches off of it as "maxi" and "midge" don't go so well together.
I can't remember the name of the store and I am ok with that, as the prices were somewhat WACK. But this DRESS..it was calling me and I couldn't say no! You understand.
Total Lady of the Canyon sleeves.
It's freakishly warm in NYC today so i went for tights full of holes. I think they're wool Wolford crochet, they're sort of great.
They look like rattan furniture from the Golden Girls' lanai (win, obvs).
I forget about these old Steve Madden fake Chloé black stompers..I wear the brown ones almost every day but the black ones get no love.
I cut their tongues out cuz I'm a fashion sadist.
Plus then they look like mary-janes.
My dress makes me wanna listen to Tangerine all day. You should do it too, TWINTIMES.