So, I woke up today thinking about what to wear, who's kidding I go to sleep thinking about what to wear. So when my conscious brain last left off I was thinking about this gorgeous sorta see-through silk blend tee shirt with a big slouchy pocket by Kain. I have coveted this super tee for weeks and was ecstatic when it finally arrived in store by the hands of our favorite delivery person, Yair (go Brown). I lay the cloud-soft, sexy wisp of fabric out next to my Citizen's of Humanity Dylan jeans and of course those famous sandals. I take a step back and survey my fashion choice for the day and realize that it's all about the boy, well more precisely the boyfriend. When did this happen? I mean , just a few short months ago I thought I had sworn forever allegiance to the dress. I had bought shoes, bags , tights and leggings solely for the purpose of taking my summer dresses into winter (practical, so recessionista).I had my closet poles raised to accomodate all the dresses I plan to buy in the future. I even gave up swearing for #@#$% sake all to be more ladylike in my dresses. And now ,I'm obssessing over all the "boyfriends" I am going to add to my closet.
Shoot, I gotta lower the poles!