Minidress- Zara, Scarf- Aritzia, Platforms- Vera Wang Lavender Label, Fish necklace- F21, Armour ring- Free People, Heart necklace- Bonadrag (In God We Trust), Silver cuff- Fallon, other random jewelry
I know the title of this post has nothing to do with the post whatsoever, but it's a beautiful phrase from a beautiful song (Landlocked Blues- Bright Eyes) that reminds me of a particular time that seems so far away it's as if it happened to a different person in a different lifetime. Anyway, when I saw this cable knit mini dress at Zara I had that heady feeling you get when something is so perfect you can't believe how lucky you were to have found it. God, I just read over what I wrote so far and I managed to make even shopping sound wistful and melancholy. Maybe this isn't a good night for fashion musings. I have this bad habit of listening to conservative talk radio whenever I'm driving (the idea being that I will better understand what the other side is selling) but sometimes the people who call in are just so pathetic and deluded that I end up more sad than angry. These awful men (Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity etc.) seem to know exactly what they're doing- and it all seems so dirty. The point is, I spent way too much time in the car today listening to way too much hatred and all I want to do is curl up and listen to some Cat Stevens or something to cleanse myself. Sorry about the fifteen-year-old-with-a-xanga-account ramblings.