Before we circle back to Stockholm, let’s take a quick fashion break and enjoy some eye candy from my recent jaunt to the boutique in Brussels, which has become my other “home” boutique. My sales associate had searched high and low three months ago to locate this bag for me–inventory being much more selective and limited in Europe than the …
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Dreams Are Free
Am I starting to sound like a broken record to you? Each season I swoon over some dream jacket or dream bag or I go on and on about some fabric concoction that I can’t live without. But today I’m going to tell you a little story about how dream dresses can happen to a simple girl like me. Remember …
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Sick, Sick, Sick
So for a while back I did that whole FIMTSO series to detox myself from the habit of buying in multiples. I blamed it on the refugee mentality (hoarding for an unpredictable future…albeit for necessities like food rations), the Imelda Marcos curse (because I like rainbows!), and even just pure, unadulterated gluttony. But this weekend, during a family reunion I …
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Road To Adoption
For a while now I’ve been writing about the quest for my first (the eternal optimist that I am) Hermès bag. If I hadn’t been carrying on this dalliance with Chanel for so long I probably would have had a Birkin, a Kelly, and a Lindy in my closet by now. But my heart was elsewhere and that’s where the …
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Mush, Mush, Mush
Sometimes when you have just received a great amount of trauma and stress, a part of your brain goes into heightened auto pilot, allowing you to do things you ordinarily are incapable of doing especially on very little sleep, so that you can survive whatever you need to in order to take care of business. To just get past it. …