Is it any wonder I get into trouble with my wardrobe? When it comes to clothing, I’m too quick to fall in love. Especially when it comes to vintage!
So I might as well confess. I had a transgression last weekend.
The moving sale was too good to pass up and I didn’t. Worse, I bought a too-small cardigan I will never wear. Yet it was so exquisitely divine I simply couldn’t bear to leave it on the table, even if the chest only measures 32 inches.
The Angelon French-angora, lambs wool knit is an exclusive hand screen print by Darlene. Who knew you could screen print wool? The floral pattern is bold yet delicate. And the tiny pearl buttons add a finished polish.
I know I’m supposed to be paring down my clothing, but I gave myself a full pass on the butter-soft Darlene cardigan that now hangs in my office closet like a teensy-tiny piece of fashion art.
In other closet news, I may have had a reversal on the beloved hoodie. I’m not sure. The temps are rising, the daffodils are blooming, though there is still a chill to the air. So when I discovered this J. Crew anorak I bought for the super-discounted price of $27 last fall I knew I had the perfect popover to wear walking the dog. There’s a hood and a zipper in front, but it’s not a knit.
What do you think? Do anoraks count as hoodies?
I sold my Chanel sunglasses the other day. The blind-as-a-fashion-bat blinders that, even worn on the sunniest days, severely limited my vision. But they were Chanel!
I sold them to a fashionista I met on Craigslist. As I sat across from her in Starbucks, I warned her that the lenses were extremely dark. She slipped them on and I watched the sides of her face crinkle up. Like I said, really, really dark! I knew she couldn’t see her latte let alone me.
Yet, she handed over a wad of cash, those magic interlocking C’s making her as label blind as I was.
Err… as label blind as I am.
When she bought them my stomach did a little flip flop. My inner hoarder screamed a silent Nooooo! And the logic part of my brain, the little bit still functioning, reminded me:
1. The glasses never suited my face.
2. My go-to Kate Spade shades have never failed me.
3. I possessed a handful of Andrew Jacksons (temporarily, anyway).
4. I couldn’t see much out of those Chanel sunglasses.
Good riddance, right?