Who said Black and White was boring?

Ok, I know I am not really tan enough to have my nails and toes painted white but I did it and I don't r[a]gret it. I am so happy to finally be able to wear these Steve Madden pointed toe flats this season. The white really pops!  And the snake-skin detail on the straps adds some extra texture that I oh so enjoy. It's fun, flirty, and fabulous. <<<13 going on thirty quote...anyone? razzles?

    kk -__- Happy Sunday!

PS everyone should go and get a mani pedi NOW. I feel clean and crisp and exfoliated and ready to take on the world of sandals and shorts.

xoxox

Coco

Blending In....

Let's set the scene, shall we? Date: National Margarita Day (aka Feb. 22) Time: Half Past Tipsy (about 10pm) Location: Random Mexican Restaurant with sketchy bar in the basement (but serves fabulous margaritas and chips btw).

So there I am at the bar with my girlfriends chatting, sipping, crunching, shmoozing, the whole deal. I'm literally wearing a beanie, skinny jeans, casual t-shirt and wedges....super casual (and adorable if I might add). So down the creeky, windy, Mexican tiled staircase comes suburban Cinderella. She wore a white lace, knee length dress, a white fur shrug, brown cowboy boots, gold disk earrings and a sock bun...and a cute watch...forget the watch. Honestly, I felt bad. Maybe she had come from somewhere and wanted to stop in for a last second National Margarita Day drink? But it was only 10pm...But why was her friend so casual? WHY is she wearing all white? ...The only events that are socially acceptable to wear all white to are 1. Your Wedding Day 2. Sorority Initiation. People were staring, she was clearly uncomfortable, we were all uncomfortable. I need answers.

Make A Statement

Some wear their heart on their sleeve, I wear my issues on my chest.

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. 

Double Trouble

We all know the trend of the century, leggings and Uggs. And like all fashions trends, there is a right way and a wrong way to wear them. Before I even MENTION the socks, let's just clarify that wearing barely there leggings and cropped top/hoodie is NEVER the right way to go, no matter how skinny you are. In addition, the drug referenced school girl peep socks do not exaclty help their image. We get it, you're "young, wild, and free". In all fairness, we've all made mistakes in the name of highschool "coolness"...I mean I haven't...but people have...so Coco cuts them some slack.

The midlife brisis

There is a new trend hitting the streets of NYC that I would like to call the midlife brisis (bra crisis).

Yes, I ran after them and snapped pics. I was in awe. It's like A) you're not 19 and hanging with your friends B) I don't even wear that unless it's a sheer cute top and I'm going to a bar C) like, what is your bra ?! Your bra shows your age ladies. And in this case, your lack of style and common sense. No words. 

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".