Marianne: Sometimes I am dumb.

Sometimes, I am just not very smart. Take the dress above, for instance. This gorgeous, silk, Mara Hoffman dress was at a local consignment store for a whopping $23. Twenty. Three. Dollars. And yet...I waffled. I went and tried it on three different times before sending Adrien the photo and then cringing as she basically told me I was a dummy for not snapping it up immediately. And she was right! It would have served me right if it had sold, but I was in luck.

I think what gave me pause was how buttoned up it was. Very Florence and the Machine if you did the snaps all the way up.

But, duh, you don't have to do the snaps all the way up. Again, I am dumb.

Apropo of nothing, I ran into my friend Haven and she was also wearing black + white + mustard, and so I made her pose for a picture like the nerd I am. Isn't she cute?

dress: Mara Hoffman (similar here)

shoes: Chie Mihara Hito in Curry (similar here)

bag: Su-Shi Old Skool Mini in Honey Brown

earrings: old (similar shape here)

We Will Eat Your Bags.

image: The Sartorialist

M: What is in that box? Her feather collection? One artfully tousled sweater? A cotton ball?

A: One very tiny wine glass.

M: Oh wait, did the SHobbit hire an all moddle moving company?

A: He probably makes his assistants do his moving - one tiny wine glass and 20 pairs of short pants.

M: And the pulleys!!1! Don't forget the pulleys.

A: Ew, shut up about the pulleys.

M: He probably needs a special trampoline. Oh my god, why can't I stop talking about this?

A: And a safety harness! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.

M: I think we might have a virus. It's possible this is how Contagion starts.

A: I'm pretty sure Contagion didn't start because two people talked about the SHobbit's sexual habits. *sneeze*

M: There can be no other explanation. *sniffle*

A: I don't feel so good.

M: I am...so cold. Why am I wearing a midriff-baring top? And sheer pants?

A: What are you? I'm BURNING UP.

M: I feel nothing.

A:

M: 

A: Are we zombies now or is that a different movie?

M: BRAAAAAAAINS! Scratch that, BAAAAAAAGS!

A: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGSSSSSSSSS!

Marianne: Get Your Gun.

Note: I am selling a great Marc by Marc Jacobs bag for a wicked deal in the shop. Buy it for $100 before I list it on eBay for $150!

I asked Chris what he thought of my outfit and he told me I looked "Like Annie Oakley...in a good way." Sigh. Not really what I was going for.

This dress is hard to photograph. The flash makes it look shiny, but in reality it's a gossamer-like silk, it glows. It is also incredibly delicate, which I remember too late on the rare occasions I wear it.

Okay, it's a little Annie Oakley. He is right.

dress: La Rok
boots: Donna Karen

Adrien: Me? Not Me?

I've been hankering for a new handbag for fall but nothing has quite caught my eye and made me really wanty. I mentioned this to Nina who told me she was selling her MK Hamilton if I was interested. It's a beautiful bag and I love the shape of it, but I was hesitant because I'm not quite sure it's really me. I hemmed and hawed and dithered and finally decided to take some outfit photos with it so I could get a better idea of how it looked on me. (Is that weird? It helps!)

And yeah, while I think it's a really freaking nice bag, it's not quite...me. It's a great size, nice details and hardware, perfectly neutral color. And yet, maybe just a little too classic for me?  Am I crazy?

I was originally going to ask for a yay/nay on this but I've decided to trust my instincts and pass on it. However, if you guys are interested, I posted it for Nina in our shop.  (But really, if you think I'm making a huge mistake, leave a comment and tell me!)

trench: Ann Taylor (another cute AT trench)
dress: BCBG (similar style)
shoes: Frye (similar)
bag: Michael Kors Hamilton tote

Schaden Broeken.

image: the Sartorialist

A: "Hi, is this Triple A? I have a wardrobe breakdown and need a tow."

M: "Yeah, I'm over here next to my scooter. I'm wearing...a cropped pajama top?" Oh for the love of CHRIST.

A: "I lost my pajama bottoms back on the highway so I'm wearing a pair of jeans I borrowed from a trucker. And apparently I'm using rope as a belt? What? YEAH I NEED HELP."

M: "All I'm saying is you'll know me as the girl that can't stand facing uphill because I will just fall right down."

A: I'm pretty sure this photo has nothing at all to do with the SHobbit's super integrity-filled collaboration with Levi's. WAY TO SELL IT, DUDE.

M: Holy shit, he totally turned her to show off the label! INTEGRITY!

A: ...And then apparently drove off and left her by the side of the road.

M: He probably took the jeans back, too. I hope he returned her pajama bottoms.

A: No way those are his jeans, look how long they are!

M: Oh, duh.

A: I'm so confused by her boots. Did she mean to wear those? On purpose? Wait, are they wooden ice skates?

M: We're full on Hans Brinker up in here!

A: YES. I think maybe we weren't looking at it from a...Dutch perspective. Or something.

M: So we're landing somewhere in between these two:

A: Um, I think I'm late for something.

M: Don't LEAVE ME with them!

A: I HAVE TO GO NOW.

M: Before you go, could you stick your finger in this dike for me? ADRIEN COME BACK THIS INSTANT.

A: Goedenavond!

M: U bent geschoten!

Marianne: Junior Fashion Blogger.

I know it's a little obnoxious, this post. I hope it won't run you off. But the kiddo put together her outfit and then ran to my photo place and I CANNOT DENY THIS FACE.

So we tried some poses. Here we have "Turn to the side, walk nowhere."

"Laughing at nothing. I am alone."

"Looking at my shoes." (she took this one really literally)

"Blue Steel."

Adrien: It's That Thing Again.

So, this trench has gotten some action on the blog, but I've never actually worn it because I bought it (uh, twice) off-season. Yesterday morning it was seasonably chilly enough to pull it out and I think I did a better job this time of styling it. I started pretty basic, messed with the collar, then added a scarf (which I like a lot.) I think I'd going to have fun with this piece!

PS. I stopped by Ann Taylor while wearing this and set off the door alarms. Cut out those security tags, ladies! Don't be an ass like me.

trench: Ann Taylor (not that similar, but cute!)
t-shirt: Ann Taylor striped tee
pants: Gap (might be these)
scarf: Ann Taylor (similar)
shoes: Chie Mihara (similar)
bag: Vintage LV (similar)