*Wake up. Groggy. Snuffle around in covers, seeking warmth. Squish cat. Panic, think: oh God, have killed cat! Doom! Attain full consciousness as overwhelming guilt kicks in. Cat is fine. Sink back into covers. Realize need to take antibiotic, reach over to bedside table, realize there is no water. Briefly contemplate choking antibiotic down sans water. Reject. Lie in bed and stare at ceiling for ten minutes while working up courage to throw covers off and make mad dash to kitchen. Do it! Aggggggh! Where are slippers? Toes so cold! WHERE ARE @#$%^&* SLIPPERS????? Hurl self back into bed and burrow under covers in frantic search for long lost body heat. Spend next ten minutes in fetal position and fervent denial of fact that slippers are in bathroom and mad dash to kitchen for water will have to be made barefoot. Decide to just go back to sleep instead. Rinse, repeat.*
Obviously, I broke the cycle at some point, because I'm sitting here now, typing away, fully dressed, with a cup of tea and a purring cat (He loves it when I am sick, because it means he can hang out and gnaw on my extremities while I try to rest up.), and actually feeling a little better, as it happens. In honor of that fact, I'm busting out a couple of 30 for 30 items I haven't worn yet. Also, I'm channeling Catherine Baba (as usual, The Glamourai sums it up nicely...) pretty hardcore today. Isn't she a trip? Like, if Bowie and Dietrich had a love child, you'd get La Baba. Seriously, if you're having a crap day, try a turban. Everything gets better, I promise. Also, your head is warm all day and strangers smile at you.
So awkward! And yet so happy!
Vintage Liz Claiborne trousers, thrifted; Vintage secretary blouse, thrifted; Antique wolverine (!!!) stole; Carlos jeweled heels, TJ Maxx; Vintage scarf, thrifted; Vintage earrings, Stars and Splendid Antiques; Coral necklace, gift from Mom; Self made necklace (You guys are probably sick of this, huh? I'll be debuting a few other self made pieces throughout the week, so keep your eyes peeled! Ew!); Bangles are a mix of vintage and thrifted.
Full disclosure: I am wearing long johns under here! Can you tell? Nope? That's the best thing about this outfit! The second best thing is that by scaling it back to one piece of statement jewelry, and swapping out the fur for this jacket, I can make it completely work appropriate, and still feel chic as hell. In other news, I'll be holding down the fort and monopolizing the kleenex tonight while my wonderful parents celebrate their anniversary. Good job guys! Way to be married! I fully expect you to stumble in at the wee-est hours of the morning, drunk as little skunkies, howling something by Beyonce. Just kidding. Please, please don't. All teasing aside, words cannot do justice to the beauty and strength of your marriage. I feel so blessed to have been raised in the shelter of your partnership. Love, today, and always, Banjo.