Bc if you didn't take a mirror pic, did you even wear it?

Breaking out my favorite Spring dresses and playing around with statement necklaces. 

This splash of beautiful weather has given me so much refreshing energy. It's so easy to lose your motivation and sense of style when all you want to do is crawl into bed and binge watch House of Cards on Netflix. Even more, you are forced into a dreary routine of going to work and feeling exhausted, you don't even care that you wore shoes that may or may not have been questionably clashing with your blouse. 

Little things like packing healthy snacks for work, wearing a flashy necklace, or painting your nails can give you a little extra fun energy to get you through the day! Something outside of that "dreary routine" that is just for yourself can give you that extra push and sense of self for the day!

For me, today, it was getting up a little earlier to go to the gym and  throwing on a cute dress and necklace! Maybe I'll take the puppy for a long walk after work...

Coco has returned

Sorry Coconuts...after a long break I have returned....and with plenty of Coconut juice to quench your fashion-seeking thirst. 

Stay tuned.

Xoxo

Coco

Sparkle and Please Fade

If it is cold enough to wear Ugh (UGG) boots, why are you in shorts?  

I do approve, however, of her long mermaid hair.

It's a bird it's a plane

It's Jack the Ripper?

Everything about this screams death, sadness, bird funeral, mourning...basically anything other than chic fur coat. Coco can't even. 

Waiting

Coco doesn't wait in lines. Coco needs coffee now

Reoccurring Disasters: part one of many

Part one should have been the Chinese Slipper from a previous post but like whatever. So...ankle biters. I see them all the time and I just want to yell at people and I purposely stare because I want them to feel as uncomfortable as their pants are making me. Ankle biters, by definition, are longer than capris, wannabe flood pants. They are unnatural and uncomfortable and flaunt your ankles. Even worse, when your ankles aren't catching a cold, they expose your hello kitty, rainbow socks that is just a cock block all in itself. Ladies, coconuts, take a second before your leave your house and make sure your pants fit. If you're flaring above the ankle, toss em.

Xoxo coco

Throwbacks are for Instagram

Let's break this bad boy down, shall we. Purple jean skirt (check), pedal pushers with lace (check), black juicy look-a-like zip up (check). Not to mention, with the flip flops in October, not so cute messy bun, and generic cotton striped shirt, this girl did it ALL wrong. It's like she went back to the 90's and went through all my old sleep away camp clothes and woke up in 2013. Donate those clothes girlfriend and save the throwbacks for IG. 

xoxo Coco

Warning: brief nudity

Imagine this situation: Alarm is blaring at 7 am and you have 45 minutes to pull yourself together to make an 8 am bus to the city for a job interview. Teeth, hair, makeup...SHIT I have like five minutes left. You rip the outfit off the mannequin and make sure you look FABULOUS...therefore spending your last seconds examining every pore in your face. You are about to run out of your room when you look back and see this sad, sad image: Coco naked. What's a girl to do? Miss the only bus to make sure her inanimate friend is fully clothed or let it be and solve the solution when she returns? The sane, less psychotic solution is clear. However, that is not the case and it is a heartbreaking situation in which I hate leaving Coco in. This is simply a post of acknowledgement. Sorry Coco. 

Coco can't even....

I don't even know where to begin with this ensemble. I was surprised to not see this outfit in the police blotter when I purchased the Sunday paper just moments later because this woman has committed a serious fashion crime...I practically choked on my iced coffee and could have really used her cloth skirt to clean up the mess that would have been made. I'm writing this because coco can't even, just can't. On such a beautiful fall day, how could anyone even think of such a nauseating combination. She lost me at what seems to be thick pedal pushers rolled above the knee...I can only pray those are for poor circulation issues. Let's just ignore the dark brown peep toe wedges that were just....Just. We move to the tweed, loin cloth skirt with a fringed hemline that was possibly an entry way rug used by my early ancestors. She then topped it off with a brown tank, untucked and pulled down. Probably to hide her heinous skirt. Then tied it together with a braided brown belt...she would have been better off with a bow. And let's not forget this award winning beaded, satin purse whose trend died out long ago with the Chinese slippers that were sold on the streets of NYC in the 90's. My dear Coconuts, my loyal readers, I present to you my first fashion crimester. Assuming she just left church, I will name her "the sinner".