[Club Monaco pants via ShopBop + T by A Wang t-shirt + Citrine by the Stones tassel earrings and bracelet + Prada slingbacks + YSL dirty old bag + Low Luv & Twinkle Studio necklaces.]
Me, not in shorts. Epic.
Seriously, though: all summer, all I’ve craved is neutrals, and everything Club Monaco offered up—from caramel suede shorts to creamy lace culottes, tan chiffon skirts and beige print dresses—was simply perfect. These trousers were the golden whisker, though. I’ll wear them with concert t-shirts, silk blouses, linen sweaters, and everything else. Effortless.
[I celebrated National Rum Day yesterday, btw.]
Silky pants; they’re all the rage, so they say:
Empty noggin today. I think I burned up all my brain cells at both the DMV and the Antique Mall yesterday. That place, and hobby stores, are where good sense and productivity go to die, I’m convinced. Still depressed at the sight of that Hanna-Barbera tea set.
-Carey
Holy hot pants, batman.
Jealous. Very.
super adorable!
Girly – your skin looks amazing! And the pants are pretty hot too.
You’re the coolest.
p.s. your hair is looking very luxurious lately
I say we replace #2 with you. Then send you in as a Glamour ‘DO’. Just sayin… and it rhymes.
Rad necklace! Thx for the mention. Ok love those pants, too. They remind me of a genie!