For now, though, I still fit into this stuff:
This skirt, man. It makes me feel like a natural woman. It gives me curves I never dreamed of attaining. I pretty much exclusively wear it to work, so it, of course, makes me want to strut around the place like I'm Joan Holloway from Mad Men.
That skirt is also really easy to style. I just tucked in a striped shirt (one of way too many), slipped on my floral smoking loafers, and took off.
Yesterday was puppy class. Moxie is in week two of training, and she just started to learn "stay" and "heel." I felt like a proud mama when the trainer told me how smart my puppy is--apparently she learned these commands much faster than most pups. I had to change into old clothes for the class--I risk getting dirt, spit, and pee on my outfit every time we go--but before that, I had on this little number:
I feel so cliche for saying so, but I felt terribly Hepburn in this. Cropped black pants, a slouchy (but still slightly tailored!) sweater, and little red smoking loafers. I'm crazy about smoking loafers, incidentally. They feel so elegant, but in an extremely lazy way.
As lazy goes, today I really didn't feel like getting out of bed, so this is what I had lying out for me:
That is the workhorse of my closet. Whenever I don't know what to put on, that dress is saying, "Devinne, I will step up to the plate for you. I can save you." It suits every occasion; when I needed a dress for an outdoor lunch when I wasn't sure if it was going to rain or not and I was going to have a cheeseburger so I was afraid of spilling on myself, this dress shined like a beacon from among all the others. The color works with my skin tone. The length is just right with a low heel. Everyone loves the pattern. I can't do without it.
But I'm getting a little tired of it...77 more days.
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