Thanksgiving.

Day two.

I'm Wearing My Slutty Housewife Boots

Because it's my birthday and I can wear what I want to.

Dear Santa:

Yes please.

Isabel Marant.  Sigh.

Because Some Days

This is as far as we get.

And This Is Why We Get Takeout

Fast Forward Three Hours

And I have a new dud! 

(Well not counting the time it took to fly to New York, visit Mood Fabrics, purchase this Missoni knit and then fly back...)

Oh and if I didn't make it clear that this top is a made by me dud, here's the proof:

Note: by dud we mean the singular of duds, a slang term for clothing, not dud, as in 'that firecracker was a dud'.  Or, 'that blind date sure was a dud. What was my mother thinking?'.  Etc.  I hope we have cleared up any confusion. 

Sincerely, 

The Editors

Oh Really?

Apparently we need a new tv.

Kinda like I need a new pair of shoes.

But at least I have a place to put 'em.

Just sayin.

Patience Is It's Own Reward.

Or some such nonsense.

It's 2:30 In The Ayem...

Do you know where YOUR fashion obsessed friends are?

Ok well I was in line at H&M for the Alexander Wang/H&M designer collaboration.

Because really, sleep is SO last night...

Did My Civic Duty

While wearing my new tweed trainers: