just dance

The first time I put on a tutu in my kindergarten dance class, I knew I was destined for the stage. 
As you all know, that didn't exactly go as planned, but my wardrobe sometimes mimics that of costume-worthy proportions. Those two years of dance class proved two things: dramatic silhouettes are my thing and dancing will never be my thing.
This Christmas, I was determined to find the perfect tea-length tulle skirt to satiate my apetite for girly, over-the-top, Carrie Bradshaw-inspired accouterments. The skirt was located via Atlantic-Pacific, a cool $300 Athropologie number even Santa couldn't afford. I have my mother to thank for snagging a less pricey and just as snazzy version from Shabby Apple.
I have to admit, I haven't found the right occasion to sport my most precious fashion find, but when the occasion arrises some boy takes me to a place worthy of a skirt that takes up the entire booth or really just an event of immaculate proportions where I won't be the only one to make eyes at, you better believe my behind will be covered with yards of navy tulle. Until then, I will continue to play dress-up on Saturday evenings and have people take pictures of me while I saunter across busy downtown streets.
I found that the only thing I own worthy enough to pair with such grandiose proportions is my great great aunt's mink stole. Go big or go home, right? I was told she only wore it on Christmas, but I figured a tutu-clad wanna-be vogue-er dancing on busy roads is just as great of an occasion. In real life, if I wasn't just playing dress up, I'd stick to my plain (polka-dot, duh.) t-shirt underneath. It lets the skirt do the talking all while channeling my Sex and the City alter-ego. 
[shirt/headband/necklace-forever21, skirt-shabby apple, shoes-sam edelman]
Pictures: Daniel Roth
P.S. Does anyone know any pixie grow-out methods besides stock piling headbands?


I am a little late, but after watching One Day with Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess I just could not get over Hathaway's quirky vintage style that progressed throughout the film. I decided to recreate one of her looks using pieces from my own wardrobe. Of course, it was the scene where her hair was whacked off—I need a little confidence boost from my fellow pixie cuts. It's hard to keep that up where mermaid locks are so often coveted. Anyways, pity party concluded. I give you my One Day interpretation. It's not exactly the same, but I feel like me breezy collared button down and textured pencil skirt have the same classic effect as Ms. Hathaway.

P.S. Isn't downtown Northport beautiful?

 Pictures compliments of Ms. Thigpen.

These are a few of my favorite things..

My favorite cut-off levis circa 2008, plus my favorite band shirt plus black booties I never thought I needed until I found out they were $10, plus  collared shirt and collared necklace, bright bag, and a bold lip needless accessories equals my personality in an outfit. Although impractical, I just can't wear shorts and a t-shirt. It pains me. I believe through and through that it is the accessories that make an ensemble—hence the cluttered mess I call my grocery shopping/ice cream licking/saturday strolling uniform. I'll stop rambling now; these are my favorite things (trending or not).

Boom. Me. Superfluous accessories. My favorite.