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{Ramona West}

{J. Crew}

{Yves St. Laurent}

I have been thinking of spring, and elastic waisted dressed that are forgiving, high heels that elongate my bratwurst style middle and a purse that could theoretically be filled with sunshine and/or life’s natural antidepressant – Skittles.

Are you dreaming of spring yet?

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Wanted Wednesday – Spats. Ok. Courage and Spats.

spats{via Allen Company Inc}

First offs sweet tarts – I am fine. Mayhap I am still stuck under the bell jar, floundering a little in the thick air, but as they say – this too shall pass. Time, whether I like it awfully or not, appears to sweep me along with it’s indifference hands regardless of my protestations.  I am caught somewhere between those niggling dots on the clock, where I am not one minute nor the next, but hung by my neck from the second hand in the ether. I am, and continue to be – stuck.

However, this does not stop me from wanting deliciousy ridiculous items such as spats. Can you imagine those grey ones with black thick heeled shoes and  tightly pegged skinny jeans? Why, if I wore those I’m sure I’d be happy spending my whole life languishing in the milliseconds that I’m mired in.

I joke. xo lovelies, xo.

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Tuesday Inspirations

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{The softness of my new sheets, and how manly J looks wrapped in flowers}

{It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand what she’s saying. Francoise Hardy is so beautiful, you wouldn’t be listening anyways.}

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{The Oxford Shirt Dress from AA}

il_fullxfull62856191{Dear Golden Vintage Heeled Oxfords}

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Nancy, we have a problem.

are made for walking..

these boots...

But really – you can’t have too many medium sized brown boots….right? *cringe*. PS – Second from the left are yes, my new Frye boots. Whoop!

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It’s a Wrap

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{Tom’s new Wrap Boots}

One of my favorite people that I don’t know (which is many – the don’t know, not the favorite) at my school is this sweet little hippy girl in my Gender class. She has the most brilliant, wild red hair that sticks out all over the place and the most enviable creamy colored skin, and I shit you not, she looks like the little match girl. Her clothes are all “I’m going to wear this until it falls apart” comfortable looking, sometimes I feel like I would very much like to raid her commune. Metaphorically. And, bless her beautifully freckled nose, she has this pair of all-star esque boots that are litterally, not metaphorically, falling apart at the seams. And I get so worried in our extreme climate that one day her little hippie toes are going to fall right off, and envisage myself darting under the desk and wrapping her up in definately non-organic duct tape to keep her feet safe.

These would probably be a far more acceptable solution. (from simplyolive which may be my new favorite blog)

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Take that Glastonbury.

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Hunters, which have sadly become synonymous with festivalistas over horticulturalists, are fighting back with this collaboration with Fortnum and Mason. Doesn’t they just make you want to grow roses, and have a big garden party where everyone proceeds to drink too much gin and falls into said rose bushes revealing garters, bottoms, and affairs? And then somebody dramatically grabs the pruning shears? Yes? Me too! Find them here, and join me in the garden.

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*sigh* I’m in love.

Thank god it is acceptable that this love was 75% off. And that my foot fits perfectly into a 6 1/2.

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