Wool dress? Diane von Furstenberg, Holt's Last Call
Boots? Nine West
Tights? CK, Winners
Clutch? Gino Aldrovandi, thrifted
Brooches? thrifted, found and borrowed
I woke up yesterday one year older, one year wiser and one year closer to Botox. You know when you're young and you just imagine that at 26 you'll have it all figured out? How foolish. I'm officially 26 and I still have no clue what I want to be when I grow up. Well, besides becoming a romance novelist... yes, stop laughing, I might be serious.
Tuesday isn't the most exciting day for a birthday (especially when you have to be at work for 7 the next morning) so we just celebrated with my family (the ones who haven't fled to Europe...xo) at a German restaurant. I know there is no need to dress up for schnitzel but my motto is to take every opportunity to be fabulous. I love the colour and slightly unusual cut of this DvF wool dress, I've had it for a few years and it still feels new. The boots are old too. Last year I was ready to say goodbye to them because the suede was so beat-up but I took a chance on my shoe fixer guy and he came through. They look near new again. The tights have a really cool flowery pattern on them and are actually full of holes, but the few inches showing between my boots and dress were unblemished so I wore them. You would understand if you were a Dutch immigrant too...cheap...
The best part of the outfit were the brooches I pinned on my one shoulder to keep it fancy. The two starburst pins (the nicest ones...) are my Dad's finds. I borrowed them a long time ago to wear in my hair. I haven't worn them since because I am terrified to lose a crystal but I refuse to return them as they sparkle so prettily in my jewelry drawer. I finally wore them again yesterday because I was out with my parents anyway and so I felt I could take the risk with them as chaperons.
Oh and in case you're wondering, my best present came yesterday from one of my customer's dogs. Bailey found a fat, soaking wet, dead mouse and dropped it off IN my car. If that isn't love...