To Rodarte or not to Rodarte, that is the question. I'm torn. I love the pieces, but I've been trying to edit down my closet a bit to make it more cohesive- and how many leopard print dresses does a girl need?
I know. Sigh.
(And @#$)&&!*&AAAACK this BIKINI! And that is exactly what a girl-who-cannot-be-in-the-sun-and-never-swims needs. Yes, sureofthis.)
While I was waiting for Rodarte to pop up on Target.com tonight (refreshing-refreshing-refreshing) I decided to peek around to see some other options. I do love a good dress, and surely there are lots of lovely dresses out there that will mesh into my wardrobe a bit more flawlessly, hm?
Lovely, indeed:
This is what sweet perfection looks like. I mean, aside from Daniel Craig holding a bundle of baby kittens; let's not joke about things like that okay?
This dress is a bit too darling for someone nearing her 30's (plus, oh, a bit inappropriate for the chilly winter months) but oh, yellow. It makes me so happy.
Am I the only person that makes a beeline straight for spring items as soon as the calendar rolls over to December 26th? Yes, five days into winter and I am already ready for spring; I am totally the most patient person alive.
Come back in my size plz.
Okay not a dress, but here- I was explaining (quite extensively, might I add) to a very-attentive Husband (that was totally making eye contact and listening to me and NOT watching some gory, violent movie staring a young screaming Ashley Judd on Bravo) that there is one good thing to this recession, and one bad thing to this recession. The good? I am seeing a lot of repeat trends and styles don't seem to be changing as quickly, SO OMG YAY MORE ROMPERS! The bad? We're still pretty much stuck with those abominations that are unwearable by 99.99% of our society, AND OH YEAH- make the wearer look like they dropped a dooce in their pants. At least, if Lucky magazine has their say. Great.
We take the good with the bad, that's my philosophy. Also: I'm rubber, you're glue; I think rompers kick ass, so shut yo' freaking face, foo.
(It took me about 15 minutes to come up with that. Appreciate, please.)







Chloe, Colorful Colorado. 5'8" (only) when teetering in her highest 6 inch Miu Miu platform heels. Likes fashion, broccoli, ice cream, clarifying that she does not eat ice cream with her broccoli as to not cause worldwide panic, hoarding beauty products & pretty shoes, tickle fights with her husband (he would like to clarify that he does not like them back, OKAY?), anything covered in sprinkles, any alcoholic beverage made with Tang, live music, clicking the camera, sarcasm fonts, vases stuffed full of pretty flowers, and laughing hard until her belly hurts. Wants an adventurous life, lots of puppies, to never obtusely wander around with her fly down, and to be an iconic Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress with a bright, festive print when she grows up. This is where she bravely documents it all. (