loose rule of thumb: if I don’t know the designer, I don’t wear the clothes.”
Amy Fine Collins, What I Wore, April 12, 2013, The New York Times
Wed, April 3.
Worked at home. I haven’t done the laundry in a while so I borrowed a pair of boxers from the stash my bf keeps here. He’s only worn them a couple of times. (Yes, they’re clean) I love the plaid. I paired them with a vintage Old Navy tank top and flip flops from Ricky’s with a really cool animal print pattern except they’re mostly pink.
Thursday, April 4.
I’ll probably go out at some point so I went with jeans that I got a couple of years ago at Housing Works? The one in Hells Kitchen? They’re Sevens? I think new they would have been, like, $200 but the zipper was broken so I only paid $5). The first owner was probably short because on me they pass as capris which I never thought I could pull off because I’m a little top heavy and short-waisted but they work! I like mixing high and low so I paired the jeans with a purple tunic from H&M and sneakers that one of my neighbors left by the mailboxes.
Friday, April 5.
Turns out I didn’t go out on Thursday. I ended up spending the entire day with my girls Ina and Giadia. What this means is that I had an outfit all picked out and ready to go. Don’t you love when that happens? I met my friend Jenny for lunch at the Kimchi Taco truck but when we got there we decided we really wanted falafel so we walked over to some random falafel place where it turned out they had the most awesome falafel! I swear the guy who served us was into me and I know it’s because the jeans make my butt look totally hot.
Anyway, we weren’t that far from the shuttle to Ikea and I need new Lack side tables (bf, playoffs, weed, crash). We ended up staying for dinner (thank you Swedish meatballs).
Saturday, April 6.
Boyfriend, significant other, partner, whatevs, said he would stop by today and maybe take me to Murray’s bagels for brunch. Well, a few years ago I was taking the bus home from my friend’s apartment in Inwood (she has the biggest apartment of anyone I know in the city but look where she has to live). It was pretty late but there was a lot of traffic in Times Square. So we’re sitting in traffic on Broadway and this guy runs by and he’s jogging, like, seriously running, except he’s wearing lingerie. Totally Victoria Secret lingerie. It was gross and I wanted to take a picture but my phone was off (low battery) and by the time I got it on he was gone. I’m only telling you this because the memory of him came rushing back and I figured it was a sign that I should wear one of my grandma’s slips that my mom gave me when she moved in with that guy a couple of –two? three? -- years ago. Granny had quite the bod when she was my age because the slip is little tight (thanx spanx)! I think it looks good though and I had a popit-bead necklace left over from Mardi Gras that matched perfectly. I would say the outfit was success because me and bf never did make it to Murray’s.
Sunday, April 7
Gawd, who can remember?
Monday, April 8
Yes, I did my laundry and as they say that opened up a world of possibilities clothes-wise but it was head-to-toe Gap. Gap T Gap jeans Gap flats. Gap. Gap. Gap. I’m useless.
After I got dressed I hated myself so much that I walked over to Sephora and gave myself a smoky eye with the new Urban Decay shimmer shadow. Love it. My tip? Go to Sephora on a Monday. It’s dead and all of the testers are filled up.
Then I went to the new Israeli place in the Village and had a shawarma, extra hot sauce.