I love Mother's Day.
Not because it's a day when my mom and I get to spend time together - we do that plenty anyways - but rather because we always end up getting dressed up and doing something sort of adorably Mother's Day-ish, like afternoon tea or brunch somewhere fancy (like we did last year, pictured above) or what have you.
Something different. Memory-making. You get the idea.
Let's be honest: about fifty percent of my affinity for lucite sandals can be attributed to these chairs:
They're my new dining room chairs. They remind me of Philippe Starck Ghost Chairs and yet are from Ikea, and I adore them (full review and purchasing rationale here).
The other fifty percent of this affinity is probably about the fact that lucite is very frequently found on shoes that are intended more for stage-strutting than for Sunday brunch. I mean, I am a person who has shopped at burlesque stores for everything from shoes to dresses to rugs with nary a trace of irony, and in another lifetime I would very much enjoy coming back as Dita Von Teese, so six-inch heels made of plastic are something I have exactly zero problem wearing.
You know how some people have a shoe thing? I don't really. I mean, I'd hardly kick a pair of silver Jimmy Choos out of bed, but honestly: fancy footwear stresses me out because you have to...you know...walk in it. On the ground.
Purses? Now that's my thing. I adore them, I collect them, it's rare that I leave a flea market or vintage store without some new find or another.
So it's sort of weird that the one purse I've never owned is a black evening purse. For years now, whenever I'm headed out to someplace fancy I've ended up defaulting either to a daytime bag (because whatever), or this crazy over the top bedazzled gold thing that a friend gave me years ago when I lived in LA and that is extremely wild and fun, but not exactly sophisticated.
I had an elegant black purse for a minute, but it was beaded and from approximately 1827, and when I took it out with me it ended up disintegrating almost immediately. I've kept an eye out for the right evening bag for awhile now, but haven't found anything perfect - I wanted smallish (but big enough for my phone), black leather, classic shape, interesting details, slim gold chain strap, and not-two-thousand-dollars.
Alright, so this is what I've been wearing for most of this week. Sort of a Parody Of A Tourist On Vacation, what with the ridiculous (by which I mean amazing, of course) hat, completely beach-inappropriate (yet also amazing, of course) jewelry, comfortable t-shirts (but with a touch of pizazz), and denim shorts (I love the print on these).
From the neck down it's 100% me, and then from the neck up it's sort of like me if I were the kind of extremely wealthy that makes you dress weird, and maybe forty or fifty years older.
I think it's fantastic. And it hides my hair, which is in a sort of in-between bang stage thanks to the fact that I haven't had any time to make it to the salon for a trim, and has decided to transform into an Angry Humidity Creature unless I pull it into this twisty updo thing (I'll show you later on; it's actually a pretty handy trick for those of you who might be growing out your bangs in the summertime).
Presenting: Ann Taylor's beautiful new polish palette, created to support the fight against breast cancer.
Although I think you can't lose with that pale shade on the left, my personal favorite is Ribbon Pink (in the center).
It's what I chose for this week's beachy travels; I felt like it was summery but still classic (you can see Kendrick photobombing his approval in the background).
