8 Mos. Down: The Year of No New Threads
August 31, 2008
Short report, it seems: I steered clear of thrift this month, with the exception of one green-and-white safari-looking camp shirt from the Village of Value, in honor of our anniversary excursion to the San Juans, and in honor of camp shirts, really — who doesn’t love ’em? In addition, my Mommo second-lifed a cropped, bright-bright teal jacket which I attempted to wrest from her in July along with the other round of handmedowns. She’s good people, Ma Mère.
As we roll into fall (it starts early here in the Northwest), and as I see all of those gorgeous mustards and burnt oranges and rich reds and blues parade down the runways, e.g. at Marc Jacobs (may I invoke the vernacular OMG here?):
I’m hoping I have the wherewithal to resist letting Pantone (and Marcky-Marc) dictate my wardrobe.
But I’d look so lovely in burnt orange. And rich red. Even mustard, as long as it isn’t too close to my kisser.
Four months left. Four months left. Four months left.
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