Outfit Of The Friday Night (Call It What You Want)

Oh why hello there, blog. How do you do?

Every once in awhile it's good (even important, I suppose) to take a step back from the fashion-blog-world to focus on some other things. Nice things, like friends.  Family.  Mile High Orange Crushes.  Eating a whole container of strawberries in one sitting.  The sizzling hot, clear blue skies of summer that gently fade into delightfully  pretty sunsets every night; lingering lazily across the horizon until the sun is swallowed up by the jagged, bumpy mountain peaks to the west.

And walks. And talks.  And laughing.  And crying.  And laughing, crying, laughing.

And snoozy naps caused by a somnolent afternoon sun:

Our two newest family members, Gazelle Bundchen and Richard Dere:

{martha-stewarting the shit out of my martha-stewarting here}

And riding with my top down, and my jewelry on, hey! I'm just gettin' my hood on:

(or as I thought the lyrics were until  I googled it .02 seconds ago: riding with my top down, and my Journey on, hey! I'm just getting my hood...off) (because it's hard getting a car hood off sometimes, DAD, HELLLLP.)

'Cuz I'm just, I'm just doing my thing:

{you know, all out of focus per usual}

We went to a little show a few Friday nights ago called 'Rock of Ages', which is the first time I have ever been thoroughly confused during a play.  I'm always up for a challenge when it comes to these things, I think--boys dancing around that want to do ballet?  No problem! Actors shrieking about depression and their dead son that they still think is alive? Okay! Teens documenting the highly-competitive and cutthroat world of cheer-leading? BRING IT ON (ha ha ha oh, um, next year). Shakespearean lingo delivered in a (bad) (fake) British accent? Hie thee hence, motherfuckers!

But Rock of Ages had me baffled. Baaaaffled. It was like they were speaking an entire different language, these singers and dancers oddly acting out a barrage of hair-metal songs from the 80's on stage, a language that I was a little too young to remember the first time around and a little too embarrassed to embrace the second.  It was just so cheesy to me back when I was in high school in the mid-to-late 90's, this heavy metal glam-rock music, and besides--I had better things to listen to back then, more sophisticated things like grown men dressed in latex suits with painted on mustaches.

"I can't fight this feeling anymore," I thought to myself as I sat amongst the crowd at the Buell Theater, thoroughly lost to the plot as everyone else was shrieking and clapping and having a great time, "Every rose has its thorn, I suppose, but gahh! Seriously. This is like bad medicine."

And so we decided that we weren't going to take it, oh no, and we quietly left during the intermission to go stumble around and people-watch on the 16th Street Mall instead.

Ah, just like paradise.  And nothing but a good time.  (Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all night!)

Here's what  I wore:

 

Blazer: H&M (similar style here for $29.99) (and here) (and here) (and a cool leather version on sale at ASOS)

Dress: Plenty by Tracy Reese (buy it here) similar style here) (and here)

Belt: J Crew (buy it here) (similar style here + take $25 off of $75 with code "SUMMERMADNESS")

Watch: Michael Michael Kors Rosegold Large Runway Men's Watch (buy it here + take 10% off with code "TULIP") (similar style here for $115)

Bracelet: Gorjana Graham Studded Wrap Bracelet (buy it here) (similar style here at GAP)

Ring: Kenneth Jay Lane (buy it here)

Shoes: Manolo Blahnik Uliepe Pumps (buy them here) (similar style here) (and here for $49.95) (and a cute yellow sandal here for $39.95)

Bag: Chloe Paraty in Rosewood (similar style here) (and here) (and here) (and here for under $100)

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