Oxblood and Beanies and Love Stories

SIX DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS, NERDS is what the caption for this picture should probably say.

Fake leather pants are my jam in the recent sense of that phrase. These things can go through the wash!! December miracles besides my birth are real when Zara is involved.

The jacket is a recent find from my favorite activity: senior citizen closet raiding. My grandmother's friend was doing a major clothes-cleanout and was kind enough to let me pillage. I found this oxblood gem amidst racks of coordinated skirt suits and ancient furs. It required some minor adjustments (read: shoulder pad exorcism) but remains a fantastic new addition to my menagerie.

This outfit makes me appreciate how warm a hat can be and how cold no socks can be in the wintry months. In other news, the great thing about the staple pieces of today's ensemble (jacket and "leather" pants) is that they can swing casual or slightly faaancy depending on what other items you pair with them. I think you could layer a lot of fun things over and under the jacket--like button-down shirts and turtlenecks and a vest--and you could mix up the footwear with ankle boots or converses. And for jewelry I can see a choker of some kind as an alternative to longer bling, which I am sporting on my current neck. 

It just occurred to me that if I had groupies I would ask them to call me something dope like Bartender of Clothing or Matching Nixologist or Hot Stuff McGee. The really annoying great thing about typing on a blog is the instantaneous communication of my inner thoughts from me to you and you're welcome for that, my friends.

Let's talk about my favorite part of this outfit: THE BEANIE. Yes. When I wear it I feel like I should be sitting in a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop in Soho sipping a latte, and then I'll accidentally get a milk mustache, and a lanky manboy dressed in skinny jeans and a v-neck cardigan will lean over from his adjacent stool and wipe it off my mouth, and I'll be like "Is your sweater from Urban Outfitters?" and he'll be like "No, you innocent little first-time beanie-wearer" and inform me that he made it himself out of random pieces of yarn foraged from the city sidewalks. And then obviously we'll be together forever.

The shoes are hand-me-downs from my aunt who has some of the best taste of anyone I know. Fortunately for me, these 'lil guys were no longer wanted. Maybe because the heel juts out strangely? I'm not sure. I love them muchly. 

Rings on rings on rings. 

BESOS.

Vintage St. John's jacket, Zara pants, Anthropologie t-shirt, vintage Chanel shoes, Uniqlo beanie, R.J. Graziano necklace.