This is an exciting post for a number of reasons. They follow below:
- This is my last fashion blog that I have planned for a while. Fret not, I will soon have more pictures to post.
- There is a Zac Efron finale. You’re welcome.
- I’m typing this from my new MacBook Pro — so gorgeous.
- Matt Bomer. See below.
Meet Matt Bomer, my celebrity doppelgänger (in my mind.) Some days we really do look alike. (Perhaps in my mind.) I swear. (Not kidding.) People have told me this without prompting so it must be true.
Karl gloves. Always chic. I wish I could dress like this on a regular basis. Working at a school is fun sometimes, but you can’t overdress without sticking out and you certainly can’t underdress without looking like a hobo. I don’t want to be associated with the destitute.
Isn’t she a delight? Here’s my favorite song she sang:
I am obsessed with this shirt and I need it to wrap around me. Isn’t that pattern beautiful? It’s like wearing a lovely wallpaper. That hair color, too, hmmmmm…perhaps I need to experiment with mine again?
I do not have an elephant sweater and that’s real sad. This is a situation in desperate need of remedying. I will also need an alligator sweater and a giraffe sweater and a lion sweater. I need a whole damn Savannah worth of sweaters.
Sadly, gentleman just don’t wear scarves here in America. One of my favorite things about Paris is wearing a scarf. It’s way down the list, mind you, I’ve got more important favorites, such as: lemon tarts on every corner, the Flower Market, wandering the Louvre, sunbathing along the Seine, shopping at the street vendors, riding the Métro, and shopping at Monoprix. But scarves are in there, too. I tried to bring the look here, but I just felt ridiculous and promptly gave it up. Tant pis.
Me in front of my house. (In my mind.) If these books ever sell, I am going to go broke splurging on real estate! I will need my Paris apartment, my beach cottage on the gulf, a townhouse in New York, a villa in Villefranche-sur-mer, and probably a few places in England — definitely a London townhouse and a house in Cornwall.
I also can not grow chest hair which is sad. Burgundy looks good on every man. That’s a fashion tip for free for you. Enjoy it. Embrace it. Wear more burgundy. (Also known as cranberry or strangely enough, oxblood.) Proof on me:
My hair won’t do this, either. I need to figure it out. It always used to be so easy and attractive, but ever since my last cut and styling, it just will not cooperate. I’m exhausted and #totesoverit.
This may well be a picture of me in the winter. I’ve got everything but the boots. I need more boots. I don’t know how to wear boots, but when I go to Egypt over Christmas (fingers crossed), I assume I’ll need nice boots for stomping around the Sahara. Oh, I’m weeping at the thought of finally going!