Jill Stuart.

 

Jill Stuart Spring 2013 RTW.

I'll take 2 of each.

Including the platforms.

Via Style

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Dream House.

I'm dying. Literally.

I don't care about the furnishings but that wood + that tiled kitchen + that view, DIE. I DIE. I would give up sex for the rest of my life for it.

By Lionel Jadot via Honestly WTF via DesiretoInspire

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Resolutions.

I don't much believe in New Year resolutions. Not to say there is anything wrong w/them, & if you can follow thru then that's fantastic. Although I feel for most they just set themselves up for failure. Not because of lack of trying, but sometimes the fetes are to grand. We should keep resolutions small, but our goals big.

My resolution is to learn how to 1. Use liquid eyeliner & 2. Then learn how to make/wear a cat-eye. And if I magically looked like Ulyana afterwards that would be fine by me.

Happy New Year.

Images via Unknown

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Dear Santa.

So I know Santa is a busy guy but I'm pretty sure he forgot to leave these under the Christmas tree for me. I can feel it in my bones that I was meant to start off the new year in leather overalls.

3.1 Phillip Lim via Net-A-Porter

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Denim Jacket.

 

I have a vintage Bill Blass denim jacket in a very similar cut & style to this. It's more like a smock. Never worn it, but I like the idea of the all black in pairing. Keep that in mind come Spring.

Via TheyAllHateUs

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I Want to Move Yesterday.

I got a new bed frame & new sofa side tables for Christmas.

I'd like a new home to put those items in.

Photo Sources unknown. Help a sista out.

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3.1

Everyone's already seen it.

Doesn't mean it's any less good.

3.1 Phillip Lim via Stye.com

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Bruised Toes.

Not someone pissing in the pond.

Marant 'Bobby' sneakers/Forever21 denim

I killed my feet my first two days in Paris. So I caved & bought the Marant sneakers. Overpriced for certain but, look good w/everything too.

When in Rome. Or Paris.

 

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Somewhere in the Air.

Photo by me.

I am coming to you live from somewhere over either the Northwest or Yukon Territories of Canada. That or I'm over the North Pole. Can't say for certain.

I am flying home from Paris. I've been gone for ten days & it wasn't until I got back on the plane today that I remembered even flying here. It seems like a lot longer of a trip than it was. Probably because I was by myself the entire time. I started going a little nuts after day 5 begging my friends back home to play me on 'Words w/Friends' just so I felt like I had someone to talk to.

Yes, I was desperate.

It's safe to say I was ready to come home, but that doesn't take away from how much I loved my trip. I feel so fortunate to have the Monkey who has been paying our bills for the past few months so I could afford this trip, & for my Gramma who payed the majority of my hotel bill. I'm a lucky lady.

I'm pretty sure I'm five pounds heavier due to my consumption of two baguettes a day & two croissants a day; one plain, one chocolate. I only learned how to say my room number & good evening in French. I gave up trying to speak the language by day three as I just sounded ridiculous. My blisters proved to be catastrophic towards my ability to walk comfortably, not to mention the bruises that appeared beneath my toenails. My feet are serious ick-poo-nast right now & am praying they will go back to normal.

I will write a post soon about what I loved about the city & what I could do without. I really took this trip at my pace, it was only for me. I didn't visit all the major landmarks, but that gives me a reason to return. I didn't go up the Eiffel Tower because 1. I couldn't imagine waiting 3 hours in line w/no one to talk to. I'd be that awkward girl listening in closely to the people in front of my, breathing down their necks. And 2. I feel like what that view has to offer is something to be shared w/others. So you can say "Do you remember how amazing the sunset was when we were on the Eiffel tower?" And they will know exactly what you are speaking of.

At least at home I can take naps while the little lady is at school to help me adjust. Although with Christmas quickly approaching & I haven't even taken down my Halloween decor let alone started shopping, not to mention I have my final to study for this will probably shape up to be a rough week.

But damn I am happy I am about to be home. The feeling of seeing my Monkey again is all I can think about.

An hour & forty-two minutes to go!

 

Note: Wrote this while on the plane & forgot to post until now. Batty brain I am.

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From Russia w/Love.

I'm having a serious hard on for the Russian fashion elite. Their style is really inspiring me as to what I am bringing in my suitcase for Paris. While French women are more subdued in their style approach, the Russians will give you all the pizzaz you could ever dream of. They don't fear bold colours, textures, or prominent shapes. Their looks are always ones to admire.

I wonder what it would take to get a job at Vogue Russia...

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Mug Shot: Part Deux.

 

I'm not going to bother trying to look cute like so many girls do when they do the mirror snapshot. I'm taking a picture of myself in a dressing room for goodness sake. Clearly I left my pride at the door.

Stole borrowed this sweater from my mom. She's always been a pro at thrifting quality sweaters, & anything else. Plaid shirt thrifted by me. Note: Always thrift your plaid shirts. The selection is endless, & you can go splurge on the things that matter, like shoes.

I also only wore 3 pieces of makeup today. THREE!! Liquid foundation, a little dirty grey shadow smudged around the eyes, & mascara. I've always worn a shit ton of makeup (blush specifically) & my pale skin just gets lost...if that's even possible. So I decided to go heroin chic, & I dig it.

And on another note...

Four More Years!!!

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Mug Shot.

Hey there, ho there, & happy election day to all!

I spent my day spending money I don't have as us Americans are so good at. I stopped into H&M & picked up two of the same sweaters that I'm super hyped on. Whether they will get a lot of rotation in Paris I'm not sure, but for life, in the words of Mr. Big: "Absofuckinlutely."

Unfortunately for you I took the infamous 'Dressing room pic via cellphone' to show off my new sweaters. They are plain boring perfection.

Please say "Hello!" to my thighs.

Jesus.

H&M sweaters/Forever21 jeans/Nine West boots

 

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