I'm mere days away from another birthday, yet it seems no matter how old I get, I'll always find it impossible to separate needs from wants. Oh well. Fuck it.
First thing I want today: this ADORABLE sun bag:
(Kate Spade, $99 Buy It Now, eBay)
Normally I find Kate Spade to be a total preppy snoozefest. But this Alexander Girard bag has Miami Beach Bubbie plastered all over it, and I totally have an inner Bubbie who'll someday be wearing garish pant suits with humungo faux rhinestones, topped by a safari-style button-down with the sleeves rolled up, cinched with one these:
($1.99, Funwirks.com, you can actually STILL buy these!)
Oh yes. I certainly did. Anyway, I'll carry this bag. (Tons of 'em on ebay!) Until then, I give it T-minus 2 sec. until some chick with stringy hair and smeared eyeliner rolls down Bedford Avenue wearing one of those t-shirt slides.
Okay, more wants:
Outrageously $$$ Chloe boots. Here's the real-deal, Black AmEx version:
($1,155, Chloe, Satineboutique.com)
Here's the Visa versions:
($425, Tracey Ross, Bellegray.com)
($311.99, David Ackerman, Bluefly)
And finally, the Discover card versions:
(Apprx $88, Kurtgeiger.com)
It's the money shot, y'all!
($55, Report, Zappos.com)
Lastly, here's something I snapped a camfone shot of yesterday that I definitely did not want nor need to see:
(This woman's personal closet of horrors)
Dudes. Why? Why, why, why, WHY? Animal prints are super great when they're reserved for the special ocassion fun leopard-print trench or car coat:
($99, The Find, shopnbc.com, but don't buy it because it's real)
But A GIRAFFE PRINT ON YOUR ASS? Unless you're doing some sort of promotion for Toys R Us (and I don't know why on earth you would be) that's just downright indecent.