Jacket? Roanik, Holt Renfrew Last Call
Silk tank? Noa, Winners
Shoes? I.D. Browns
Clutch? Thrifted (I've had this for forever and it is disintegrating sadly)
I often plan outfits in advance in order to reduce marital stress. Matt's version of being on-time is being early and my version is being right on the dot. At least if the outfit is planned ahead of time, we can't blame that... though we can sometimes blame the lures of the world wide web.
I know it's a running joke with my friends that I am constantly running late. That's not true. I am timely for occasions that have a set time... church, the dentist, daily conversations with Matt updating him on the cats' sleep patterns... But if it's a birthday party or a night out, I do arrive later. This has nothing to do with arriving 'fashionably late'; it is all about having respect for The Process. Personally, I think one of the best parts of a night out is getting ready to go out. I love having friends over beforehand and rooting through my closet, picking out clothes, discarding them on the floor, drinking wine and crowding every available mirror space to put on another layer of mascara. Part of this process is superficial but I think that these moments are when some real bonding happens between girlfriends. And I love bonding... and girlfriends...and wine. Perhaps one day, getting ready will involve pointing out the junk food supply to the babysitter while changing out of the top that has an organic sweet potato puree stain on it (I am changing in front of the babysitter...?) but until then, I shall appreciate every moment of The Process.
Ha... and all that sentimental babble about The Process just to point out that this day I was running late for church and my carefully selected outfit wasn't working out and so I threw this on at the last minute. And I really liked it. And Matt should have been proud... because I would have been early if it hadn't been so difficult to drive in these shoes.