This dress is cute. The model is cuter. Sadly, only the dress is for sale. Though I know that we would all rather buy this model's skin and plop it on for a new look. Who needs a dress when you're hair is that red and shiny?


But this white dress from shop bop is almost as good. I'm very fond of halter dresses, and this silk version promises to make you look quite svelte. Someone please buy this and report back. That's an order. My reign of corruption must continue unsullied.

Eat one orange and look what happens. Everything on your blog turns orange. I'm sure they have a pill for that.

I do like Max Studio, especially this new summer dress:


Perfect with a pair of those kitten slides that I am lovin' these days. Or those wedges that are suddenly everywhere. Got to love the wedge. Especially when worn with orange. Get it? Orange? Wedge?

Sorry.

If you're anything like me, you always seem to be walking out the door in a painfully boring outfit. Jeans and white t-shirts do not make for high fashion. This is because I never really understood the accessorizing idea. Accessorizing always seemed like a ploy to cheat me out of valuable breakfast time. But I am beginning to see the light. Light like this awesome retro orange belt.


Pixel Girl Shop strikes again. After scanning Bluefly and being dismayed by $300 belts that didn't strike me as particularly showstopping, even if they did have Dolce and Gabbana stamped on them (Bluefly, you know I love you!), this belt made me very happy. Perfect for my next jeans and white t-shirt ensemble.

Since beginning this exercise in consumptive consumer consumption of the costly kind, I had been corrupting people. Well, two people. It's a start. A friend told me awhile ago that she ordered something from Posh Girl Vintage. Today, I got an email from another friend telling me she bought shoes from Overstock and purchased a Fussy shirt.

My heart sings. I'm a bad influence and I LOVE IT.

So here I am, planning to corrupt you all once again. By requesting that you take a gander at this:


This hand-tooled high heel is a remake of a 1940s style from Remix Vintage Shoes. As one who loves vintage shoes, but 1. Can never find them in size 9 (apparently, no woman was large enough to need a size 9 until around 1983), 2. They're always falling apart and/or super expensive.

These are also super expensive, but aren't your feet worth it? (Mine aren't. But yours may be. Take a picture for me.)

I know that it's April and you're still on vacation, but I really need this skirt.


It's a quality of life issue. Nanette Lepore is my new love and she really needs to be in my closet. It can't wait until December. Besides, when I wait until December I think I must get lost in the shuffle because you tend to bring me things like books. Not $330 skirts that I think I need but probably really don't. The starving children and all. (Because they need the skirts? Twenty years later I'm still trying to work out this argument.)

I don't want to disturb your hammock time, so perhaps you could delegate this to one of your assistants. No need for special delivery, the post office will do.

Many thanks,

Moose Who Desperately Needs a Nanette Lepore Skirt

Simple's sugar sneaker are the best sneakers ever. They leap tall buildings in a single bound. They make the lame walk and the blind see. They make kittens fly and puppies recieve HBO through their floppy ears. Actually, they gave me a blister. But they're still cute.

Sugars are $50 at Simple. Throw in $10 for shipping and tax and 60 smackers is the magic number. But Overstock has them for $28. Shipping is $1, at least for today.


They're in the less popular colors (unless you like grape colored sneakers, which I do), but at half price it's a pretty sweet deal.

Pun totally intended.

I bought two pairs of white flip flops for my impending vacation. Day flip flops and evening flip flops. I'm totally serious. One pair is plastic, the other has sequins. Feel free to laugh at me now.

Yes, I admit it. When I heard I was getting a totally undeserved vacation here:


I didn't begin researching local history or investigating the best places for local cuisine. I began wondering what shoes I would bring. I dreamt of kitten heels and cork wedges, sandals and saucy flowered flip flops. Then reality set in and I realized that 12 pairs of shoes were neither affordable nor packable.

This is all to say that Moose in the Closet is taking a two-week hiatus. I may be updating my other blog, Moose in the Kitchen, but I probably will not be updating this one. So, talk amongst yourselves, laugh at my glitter evening flip flops, and check back in two weeks.

Happy shopping!

Fluevog has a new color for one of my favorite styles. The second I saw it, I started imagining the outfits. I can feel myself crumbling. I'm reaching for my credit card. Then sense returns.

Unfortunately. I really love these. I will have a pair of Fluevogs one day. (Insert fist shaking at the sky here.)

I have a strange new affinity for rubber stamps. You remember those, the ones you smacked into an inkpad and smeared all over the walls. You probably did this when you were 8. I am tempted to do it now. Especially with this guy:


If you want rubber stamps, you can't do better than paper source. Perfect for decorating stationary, place cards, holiday gifts or distressingly white kitchen walls.

I check back rather often to see if they've added a moose. The second they do, I'm snapping it up.

I love history. Why? Three guesses, my friends. Because I love the clothes. I wouldn't have appreciated wearing 8 layers in August, 1882, but I would have been a big fan of the wardrobe options in 1924. I like seeing the current trend toward '20s garb. This rose silk dress is especially lovely. Updated detail and a beautiful cut.

Perfect with those Manolos below.

I'd be well-dressed and productive. Sadly, I am neither productive nor wearing this shirt:


The lines and detailing are lovely, but with a casual effect. It would go well with those shoes I saw at DSW earlier today.... No! Must stop!

Stopping.

Sure, you were drinking rubbing alcohol but you looked damn fine while doing so.


On sale at le train bleu.

In my imagination - the imagination where I make a lots of money blogging, global warming is a product of Hollywood, and my closet is even bigger than it already is (yes, THAT imagination) - this is a perfect weekend shirt:


Pretty but comfortable. Lovely with jeans. Excellent for running out to the store and getting caught by the paparazzi who mistake me for Liv Tyler. On Planet Reality, this shirt would be saved for special occasions while I wore my ratty college t-shirt to the store. The store where no one will mistake me for Liv Tyler.

Don't need to waste any imaginings on the price, though - $26 is not too shabby for such a shirt find. One of you needs to buy this and report back. Don't fail me, internet.