My color palette could best be defined as "muppet." As such, these please me:



Sleeveless mini dress from Chloe and leather tote from Miu Miu.

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Oh, fall. You make me want to wear dark colors and maybe pout a bit.




Joie sweater (top) and Vince leather car coat (bottom), both from Rellik.

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Ever since I started working from home - and by "working from home" I mean "carting my laptop anywhere that ISN'T home so I can get some damn work done already" - I have been craving a new laptop bag. My old laptop bag was purchased back when laptops were an entirely different shape (hint: it closely resembled a brick) and hence it is dust bedecked and lurking in the basement somewhere. Possibly covered in mold. So I've been carting my work life around with me in a nylon bag with itchy straps that I got free at BlogHer. (Free! Free is good!) But if I was going to actually purchase a bag for my precious, this would top the list:



J Tote's Melania ($255). Oh, how I want you. Check out the other choices here.

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Peter Pan jacket dress from plum & pear ($389). Wear as a dress with high brown riding boots, wear as a coat with dark jeans. Just don't assume it will make you fly.

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Look in my closet and you'll see approximately 70 pairs of shoes - most of which I never wear. Make the mistake of adding up the money spent on all these unworn shoes and one may end up teary eyed, because you realize you could have gotten a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps instead:



Which, believe you me, I would wear.

(Others after which I lust: Maria peep toes and Simple 85 pumps.)

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I adore the belted gray trench. Makes me want to go comb Target for a gray jacket and yellow belt.


(via Fifi)

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As the air crisps and our thoughts turn to boozy hot chocolate, the fashion world turns its collective eye toward spring. Badgley Mischka does it right.


(via love made visible)

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(red patent t-straps)

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You thought I couldn't get any more girly, didn't you? You thought fizzy almond wine and multiple variations on the frothy sundress was the worst of it, I can tell. WELL, GET A LOAD OF THESE:


Ah, pink patent mary janes. With the double strap. Oh, double strap, how I love thee. I willfully ignore the internet as it shakes its head in dismay.

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"It is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up."

Ferris was referring to a Ferrari, but this dress is so much better than a Ferrari. Especially if you don't know how to drive a stick. Silk color block dress by Chloe.

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I couldn't own a white bag, simply because my bags tend to attract unseemly amounts of ketchup and, strangely, blue dye from my favorite teal Old Navy hoodie. But white bags are a big thing this spring. Here are a few fancy-shmancy ones. I'll do another post with cheaper versions, so no one feels the need to become an investment banker or sell their soul to afford a damn purse.







(Ostrich bag from Loro Piana, caribou satchel from Prada, ray bag from Etro.)

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Like Spanish, neutrals are supposed to be easy. Spanish was not easy. But that, my friends, is because I am neither linguistically blessed nor prone to paying attention in class. Neutrals in the shoe and bag department have typically been brown or black and, sadly for those of us who claim to be smart, not as straightforward as one might assume. No, we're not talking rocket science but there is always that moment when you're dashing to and fro getting ready, your mind is otherwise occupied, you throw on your black coat on your way out the door and realize your brown boots now clash. You don't change because you don't have time and you figure that in the great scheme of things it doesn't matter. At all. And then you spend the entire day cringing when you pass reflective surfaces.

Don't do that. Do this instead:


(patent d'Orsay pump from Manolo Blahnik)

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Occasionally, when I pass some flawlessly dressed woman on the street, I wish that my blue hoodie and green sneakers would magically morph into this:





(Field day coat from Anthropologie and Chloe circle buckle shoes from net-a-porter.)

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Because practicality is boring and I don't encourage it: mother-of-pearl mosaic clutch. (And, no, I'm not entirely sure what "avast" means.)


(via Bag Snob)

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Pleats on skirts: Eh. Pleats on pants: May as well lease a minivan and mark out some time in your day planner to cry when your teenager mocks both car and pants. Pleats on purses: Yes. Especially in orange.


Miu Miu's knotted leather hobo is quite, forgive the word, kicky. Hey, David Sedaris used the word "kicky" once and I aim to emulate David Sedaris in every way. Except for the fussy gay man thing.


More Miu Miu, as my love for Miuccia remains strong. The napa soft satchel is a bit more sedate. Certainly less orange.

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Spring is all about the yellow (also cerulean blue, but that's not today's point). Manolo's yellow buckle mule ($575) is the perfect shoe to buy in February and stare at longingly until April.

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I love the fabric, the necklines, the cinched waists, the flowing silhouettes. Casual but elegant - gorgeous for spring.





From Bottega Veneta's spring collection.

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From Derek Lam's spring collection.

P.S. I've decided to give up on both commentary and anything that doesn't go on your feet. Because instant gratification is sweet.

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Sometimes, when you're feeling down, all you need to do is look at these for awhile:


Until you get all depressed again because you realize that not only will you never be able to afford a pair of shoes like this, you can't afford any shoes. So you're back to square one. Sorry.

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My shoes tend to run red. Were this 1872, I would be an official hussy. Living in the right century means not only do I get red, I get shiny red. And, people, life is good in shiny red shoes.


Patent wedge ($710): I like everything I put on this blog o' rampant consumerism, but I lust for these. I would buy this gorgeous pair of Christian Louboutins faster than you can say "debilitating credit card debt" if only my guilt-ridden conscience would let me. It won't. Good for my future financial stability, bad for my closet.


Marilyn Peep-toe ($395): Garish fire engine red totally works for Dolce and Gabbana. Not sure how they manage that. Is it the black piping? Do they rub the leather with money? Why would these be awful at Ross but oh-so-fabulous from a recognizable fashion house? Is this snobbery? Or simple quality? Oh, the (unfortunately rhetorical) questions.


Patent ballerina flat ($235): I can see how these wouldn't work for a lot of people. My own response to Marc Jacobs's shoes is often "Jesus Christ on a cupcake! Hideous dominatrix elf shoes!" But I am, this very moment, trying to convince myself of how much I need these. I love the rose grosgrain against the cranberry patent leather and the cut-out below the bow.

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