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Showing posts with label outfit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label outfit. Show all posts

Monday, May 11, 2015

Festive Purchases


What's more exciting that having planned trips for the summer? SHOPPING for those trips. I was never an online shopper..but...people change. And might I add that I have a keen eye for deals. I probably spend more money because I buy literally every deal to save money...so there's that...but new things just make me sOoo happy. 

Francesca's is such a fun store for statement pieces at a GREAT price. I can't wait to go somewhere so I can pack up my weekender bag. I'm also a sucker for fun sneakers to pair with basically everything. And necklaces...forget it...I see a cute one and I'm sold. (Kind of like with guys...lol)

xoxox
Coco


Thursday, October 16, 2014

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.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Imagination



For the sake of anonymity and subtly, the front view of this darling outfit was not photographed.

 'Twas a lovely early dinner along the Delaware River with the family. Drinks were in hand, conversation was brewing and we were noshing on calamari, burgers and fish tacos. Yes, fish tacos. We were dressed appropriately and fashionably, donning maxi dresses, floppy hats, and khakis for the gents. It was near time to move to the bar, which was when we saw the outfit. Granted the town of New Hope is trendy, spunky, and diverse, there is a place and time for such apparel. For example, the Firefly Festival, Coachella, Sundance...basically any festival really...concerts, Fourth of July, etc. etc. Moral of the story, butt cheeks, bare bellies, and cleavage should be saved for the beach, not dinner time. Save the buns for the burgers.

That is all.

xoxo Coco

Saturday, December 14, 2013

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. 

Sunday, December 8, 2013

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.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Over cocos dead body

Let's play a game. Never have I ever worn sparkled/polka dot clown rainboots in the sunshine while carrying what should be a discontinued Vera Bradley cross body. This chick lost. 

Monday, September 30, 2013

The Ratchet and the Homeless

Ok I know this is the worlds worst picture but I was so stunned it took me a while to pull my phone out to snap a pic. Here we have our modern day beauty and the beast: the ratchet and the homeless. I have seen my fair share of odd couples but this one takes the day old cake. The male looked about in his fifties. He wore a blue jumpsuit and had long straggly greasy hair slicked back to cover his
balding front. The lady looked the same age, with dark dark poofed hair. She wore a fur black coat, cheetah jeggings and heeled boots. OH and this is in the shoprite parking lot on a Sunday morning. 

Happy Monday 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Coco lent me these

One of the six pairs of shoes I bought over the past few days. Coconuts, take advantage of sales!! It's a sin if you don't. Off to take these bad boys for a walk. Xoxo

Speaking of the devil

Spotted. Just outside my elevator. I boarded the elevator and snapped this unfortunately not so rare sighting. For those millenium babies who aren't sure what I am presenting, I give you the Chinese slipper. It was a fad that did not die quick enough and like cockroaches, they cannot be destroyed. #boycotttheslipper

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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. 

Monday, September 23, 2013

First day of work outfit

I wouldn't want to overdo it on the first day. Less is more. Doesn't coco look great?

Sunday, September 22, 2013

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".