I’m so brain dead right now. I wish I had a legit excuse like
younger other bloggers, such as “Meh, exams,” or “Omg, finals,” but really I just drank wine at noon while packing cardboard boxes and napped for 2 hours on the floor. I can’t think of a post title, so I asked Rob what I should call it. “How about The Finless Brown Trout?” I came real close, but we’re going to go with the above.
[Rebecca Taylor dress, tights + Sam Edelman boots + Erin Wasson x RVCA dress + Shopbop hat + vintage cross.]
Prior to heading out for dinner to split some Pho and hot sake at a new(er) restaurant in town. Anything to get me off the sheepskin in front of the fire, where Eli and I have fused together in a pile of fur and flannel for the last couple of weeks. [Only one of us licks the rug.]
Managed to love this cotillion-style number again (silk rosettes? that was my idea?) by adding this transmogrifying Erin Wasson x RVCA vest—I cannot sing its praises enough. What last winter’s fur vests did to up the glamour, this vest does to fire up undercooked outfits. It’s like Fabio’s spherical kalamata olives in Episode 2 of Top Chef 5—genius.
p.s. Read more about Eli’s frazzled instincts.
[Fleet Foxes, “She Got Dressed”]