Oh, you ex-boyfriends are so sweet aren’t you? With your “I’m sorry” bouquets and your “Forgive me” dinners. Silly boys, those won’t ever work on little ol’ me. Ha.
I tricked you silly kids. There’s no bouquet & no dinner and definitely no ex-boyfriend. I’m just talking about my pants. Doesn’t it look like a cheap, fun bodega bouquet your ex-man found to give you to say I’m sorry? Well, that’s what I think when I wear them. Cheeky, cheesy and typical. Don’t you think?
To top it all off, why not add metallic heels for spice and a matching coral clutch? Clearly, all these things come together in just the cutest little saucy number. Sarcasm. But really, this bag is pretty much amazing. Foley + Corinna have quickly become my new favorite. I remember coveting these bags after I saw them in Lucky when I was in high school. But back then, this girl couldn’t ever imagine she’d have one. Well sister girl has a couple and then some. Pretty happy about it, frankly. You can’t top a sale. This bad boy, in this color is under $300 but there’s darker colors for less! Check more out below.
The gloomy weather over the weekend made me glum. My reaction? Wear all black and add a sexy time corset that you snagged at a Frederick’s of Hollywood that you used to manage when you were 19, because that’s suitable.
Surprisingly enough, I wasn’t a tad bit hot in this. I suppose because layering with sexual things like sheer and lace and demi-cupped corsets allow the body to breathe. Not only that but I have on cut-out wedges! C’mon, it’s like a full-body ventilation system. I woke up on the right side of bed this morning. Clearly educated.
My advice to you: Grab your cheekiest, cheapest, sleaziest, jankiest lingerie unit and put it over a black maxi dress. It’s just a huge Tada’ moment for your tatas and your whoo-ha. Bam. Fashionista.
Yo. This was a sponsored post. However, just because they pay me, don’t mean I sit pretty. I always write my honest opinion when necessary and never will I represent something I would not purchase/wear myself. Ever. I wouldn’t post if I didn’t believe in the product, despite the pay. I will never persuade you or put a gun to your head to buy. That’s just rude. OH and also illegal.
Since I moved here, I’ve been dying to shoot on the Brooklyn Bridge. It’s iconic and memorable in the case of my one year anniversary living in New York City.
For some reason, today called for one of my favorite vintage finds- a sixties pleated dress with the raddest sleeves ever in life. Paired is a classic. What? You thought I mean Chanel? WRONG GIRL. WRONG. I’m talking about this saucy little minx of a number, the Foley + Corinna Disco City. Normally I carry my life and more in a bag like Mary Poppins but this bad girl fits just my essentials: chapstick, chedda ($$), cellular device, tampons, condoms, an airplane bottle of vodka and a bible… take a joke. Obviously not the tampons. Way too big.
And the last step to my wild wardrobe is obviously pairing polka dots with 6 inch tribal print wedges. Clearly the right option.
So, I’ve decided to bring back Reader Appreciation Monday! I’m pretty excited about it because I’ve been wanting to bring this back for a long while and finally found time to start RECORDING IT! Yes, that’s right. Instead of my usual, here’s a comment, there’s a comment all written out, I decided to shout you little beauties out in a VIDEO!
Oh em gee, don’t get your panties wet. I still haven’t figured out exactly how to LINK to you yet. But trust me, I will. For now, I decided to just link to your urls/twitter handles or whatever else I can get my hands on. Will that work? It better. :)
Hope you guys enjoy something I’m really happy about and like I asked in the video, what do you think this segment should be called? Still Reader Appreciation Monday or something different? You decide! Write below in the comments and next week, it may or may not change. YAY!
I’m happy to announce… it’s THURSDAY. That means it’s almost time to kick back, relax and crack open a Magic Hat.
What? I’m not being sponsored. Relax.
Seriously though, I couldn’t be more excited the weekend is almost here. With summer finally arriving in New York City, I can get my tan on with some margaritas and chill out by the pool. What is this, LA? No, really- this is possible. Probably my most favorite thing to do at this time of year is head up to the deck and hang out with a bunch of friends drinking beer. Or sangria. Or wine. Or Daily’s. Or anything with at least 6% alcohol content. BBQ’ing and telling jokes til it hits sunset then it’s down to the pier where the ice cream man is. I’m telling you, summers in New York are the best thing about this city. Those 9 months are totally worth it.
P.S. I do find it completely appropriate to wear hoochie coochie shorts in the confines of your home-area, including the deck. HA.
P.P.S. I was deathly afraid I was going to fall off the side of the building. Literally, any motion of wind scared the shit out of me. chugs beer