It's Friday, so I'll start with The Good. I braved the J. Crew warehouse sale in town this week and when I say "braved" I'm not exaggerating. That was some advanced level shopping, y'all. Not for beginners and certainly not for the "I hate shopping" crowd. Advanced as in piles and piles of unorganized clothing, table upon table upon table of unorganized, unmatched boots. BOOTS. AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE. Mostly in sizes 10 and 11. It was the stuff of shopping nightmares but I am
not a beginner and I dove right in.
I quickly determined that the tall boot were all too big in the calf for me so I found two styles of short boots I liked and concentrated on those. 30 minutes later, with Nina's help, I'd found two matching pairs to try on (in the middle of a crowded aisle while wearing jodhpurs and a horse-drool covered shirt. Sexy.) I made a final decision and got these:
I love them. Love love love them. I'm going to have so much fun figuring out what to wear them with! They are a little tough, a little stompy, very me.
Now, for the Pissing Me Off. Behold, the following
Sartorialist photo:
OH MY GOD STOP IT. JUST...STOP IT.
First of all, yes, she's very lovely and I would kill for that Birkin she's being all blasé about but,
really? REALLY with the shoes? And the bike? And the Birkin all topsy turvy on the back rack? I just can't stand it. Marianne's comment was:
RIDE THAT BIKE IN YOUR INSANE SHOES I DARE YOU.
I concur. And are those...leather shorts she's wearing? Out. Get out of my office. OOOUUUUUUUTTTTT!