When I was in New York a couple of weeks ago I discovered my old black-and-white Ann Taylor swing coat sitting in my bedroom closet, and decided I wanted to wear to that day's meetings. But it was 30 degrees outside and the jacket had elbow-length sleeves, so I decided that I should probably wear it with long leather gloves so as to prevent my wrists from falling off. But then I realized that neither my mother nor I own a pair of long leather gloves.
I somehow lost my absolute favorite blouse on the planet. You probably know which one I'm talking about; It's a (now discontinued) NYDJ style that I've worn in about 9,000 posts since it first came to live with me in 2012.
So many light sources! So gorgeous! So flattering when naked!
Remember how I said I take a bath every single night of my life? That was true, until very, very recently: I haven't been able to take a bath since my operation last Tuesday, and won't be able to take one for another week. Maybe two. Lots of aspects of my current medical situation are less-than-fun, but taking away my nightly bubbles/late night TV/wine routine feels like adding insult to injury.
But instead of dwelling on the fact that there is a clawfoot bathtub ten feet away from me that I'm not allowed to use, let's dwell on bathrooms more generally - because all the bathroom-obsessing I've been doing over the past few months has left me with a bunch of easy ideas for those of you whose bathroom could use a little extra atmosphere.
Oversized Sweater | Embroidered Jeans | Jimmy Choo Boots (similar) | Bag*
Francesca had to force me to buy this outfit. Not the sweater - that I was obviously going home with, especially since it was $29.99 on sale, and can, if you go by the photograph on Zara's site, be worn without pants (weeeee); it was the jeans that I was eh about.
"They look like they belonged to Blossom," I told her.
Hey just bathroom selfie-ing at The Smith
Last night I was packing up to fly back home (and was upgraded AGAIN on the way back, btw, which either means that I am a freaking genius capable of hacking the algorithm, on the receiving end of some bizarrely coincidental good karma, or Beyonce), when I realized that I haven't really explained what I was doing in New York.
