Sisterhood of the Traveling Selfies | March 26, 2015 | Comments (0)
That thing where you pack really rad outfits for a work/pleasure trip and realize – derp! – no tripod, no proper FFAF photos for le blog. Whoops.
One can try to make do with a precariously balanced, very expensive camera upon a stack of books and magazines upon an ironing board or fence post (do you know how many fence posts aren’t anywhere near level?!), or rely upon the kindness – and trustworthiness – of strangers (it can work, as evidenced in a recent post, though it is not recommended), or one can sigh deeply and resign herself to selfies. LUCKY Y’ALL.
But look at this excellent Reiss jumpsuit! I found it for a song while gala dress hunting. POWER BALLAD. ARIA. SONNET. MELODY. That kind of song, I’m talking upwards of 80% off the original price, brand new, and this puppy is 100% silk. I cannot lie to you, however, trips to the water closet in this puppy are a, well, you know. A puppy’s mother.
So many buttons, tiny ones, lots of little tiny buttons with the fussy concealed silk placket and a bloody zipper and that metal trouser hook and bar situation. My god! But I love it, it’s so polished and gorgeous, and was a great choice for running around the day of event, working.
Once upon a time, I went to a magical land where spring was in bloom in late, late February. Was it all a dream? Staying at the lovely Beverly Hilton didn’t hurt one bit.
How could my skin be so glowy and plump despite sleep deprivation and work stress and cross-country travel and lots of take-out or multiple Trader Vic’s meals? Like 7 hours of sleep over 48+ hours, guys. How?! Any Best Coast benefits quickly began to fade once I was back in Boston.
Magical land, I say. Magical sea, magical sky, magical vibes.
Related: HURRY UP, SUMMER.
Crepe tulip skirt from Asos! Everlane tank! Vegan heels! Piles of jewelry from everywhere – Oakland, Bermuda, Boston, San Francisco. Warby Parker sunglasses, which sadly decided in the middle of a rather dramatic storm that New England life was not their jam, and so they remained in California.
A moment, please.
Black velvet high-waisted ‘Julia’ trousers c/o Vaute Couture, paired with a wavy white crop top. Simple, but dressy enough for a delicious dinner at Crossroads with friends.
And there you have it, a mini-selfie femme circus of one. Hope you enjoyed it!
The temps are ever-so-slowly clawing their way up the thermometer, and we have tickets to the symphony this weekend. And projects. So many spring projects. I hope everyone is warmer than we are! It’s all still melting and melting – fingers crossed that it’s a distant memory come May!