Thank sweet baby Jesus for seats in the ampitheater.
Empire of the Sun put on an insane show.
Two weekends ago, the fiance and I went to a music festival in Camden. We bought the tickets intending on seeing Fitz and the Tantrums, but we were late getting back from Annapolis so unfortunately, we missed their set. We caught the tail end of The 1975, and decided to stay for Empire of the Sun, Bastille, and Kings of Leon.
The day’s high was 59 degrees with slight precipitation. While it did not amount to real rain, there was enough moisture in the air to warrant a rain coat. The fiance warned me that this was hypothermia-triggering weather and so I took extra consideration in picking an outfit that would keep me dry and warm. I wore a Patagonia rain coat, North Face moisture-wicking long sleeve, Lululemon Wunder Unders, and sneakers. Truth be told, I could have gone for another layer under the rain coat.
We got to the venue and noticed that while other girls were my sartorial doppelgangers, a solid number of girls decided to take a festival fashion angle. There were denim cutoffs, white eyelet pieces, and sandals. Part of me felt bad for these girls who attempted to prioritize #aesthetics over comfort or even health. (How many of these people came down with a cold the next day? I am curious.) But I also know that these girls should have known better. So ladies, going forward, can we agreed to forego festival aesthetics for comfort and health? We both know that you did not pin wet hair and goosebumps to your festival pinterest board.
I had my eye on this caftan for nearly a year now. When I met it, it was over $800, and admittedly too steep for my budget. I watched it go on sale, picked up other similar caftans that reached my markdown threshold, and noticed that it suddenly disappeared from the site.
have caftan, receive compliments
Krewe du Optic sunglasses are phenomenal.
last summer’s bucket bag
Just bringing back my headbands like it is 1994.
a perfect outfit for a 68 degree day
This happens all too frequently to me, waiting too long to buy an item, and consequently having passer’s remorse. When I miss out on an item, I repeatedly check back on the site, hoping that there has been a return in my size. (I shop online 90 percent of the time. What can I say? The online stores have the tall sizes.) Nine times out of ten, this strategy is successful and I end up purchasing the item at a very competitive price. However this time, when the caftan turned up on the site, it was marked up since the last time I saw it. Rather than buy it on the site, I bought it NWT through an eBay vendor at half of the original store’s current markdown price.
I was thrilled when it was finally delivered. The beaded and sequined silk is beyond beautiful. I received compliments galore when I wore it this past weekend. Also, tall ladies, take note that this is the perfect length. The size small fit perfectly; I cannot imagine anyone shorter than 5’11” not needing to hem it. I look forward to wearing it over a swimsuit this summer, but for now, I will be wearing over a black slip and accessorizing with a glass of rose.
Two weekends ago, the fiance and I headed up to the roof deck to watch the Kentucky Derby and enjoy a bottle of wine. (Our building has quite the swanky roof, with the outdoor television and furniture set-up.) While the weather was mild on the ground, the wind was in full effect ten floors up.
thankful that I skipped the lipgloss
This dress feels super Stevie Nicks to me.
crazy hair, don’t care
a rare moment of calm hair
These wedges are the best.
waiting for the sky to open up and rain
the wine glasses from our registry
arm party of three?
his and hers
I initially met this dress in Anthropologie back in January. Even though we had a temperate winter, I could not fathom shopping for spring at the time of our acquaintance. However weeks later, I just could not forget about it, or the lovely dress that I wrote about last week. By the beginning of April, both dresses were marked down and thus, found a home in my closet.
Ever since Kate Middleton started sporting them, I have been on the hunt for a pair of navy blue wedges. The ones I frequently see her in have a cork wedge, and I suspect that they are this style.
I was not ready to take the plunge on such a pricey shoe, having never tried them on. Instead I went with an espadrille wedge with a little less aggressive height. They fit true to size and an overall great choice.
I have already expressed my love for Krewe du Optic eyewear. I last wore this pair on an unseasonably warm Sunday in February. I love the blue polarized lenses against the tortoise frames and 24 karat gold arms. I’m obsessed about this particular pair in this particular colorway until they eventually disappeared from the online store. And then I obsessed about them even more, until I eventually called the brick-and-mortar location and asked if there were any left. There was indeed a pair left, and they were my Valentine’s Day gift.
A few weeks ago, for Easter, the fiance and I shared brunch at La Peg and spent the day walking around the city. Little did we know that the temperatures would rise rather unexpectedly to the upper 80s.
brunching at La Peg
This dress is a winner.
his and her shoes
My fiance was obsessed with this brick wall.
RIP Lauren Merkin
I told you the outer layer fell away from the body.
This was the perfect respite from the beating sun.
Speak no evil.
Lucky for me, I selected a swingy dress style that morning. The outer layer of the dress fell away from the body while the slip layer clung a bit closer, which allowed me to remain ventilated without risking inappropriate exposure. After walking a few miles through Society Hill, the fiance and I had to take a pit stop at Ela for some air conditioning, drinks, and ice waters.
Let’s talk about these amazing sunglasses, shall we? Krewe du Optic is a New Orleans-based sunglasses and eyeglasses line. Each pair is handmade and feature materials such as yellow gold and rose gold. I grew up on the Gulf Coast, and as such, I love to support local artists. Truth be told, however, I would be as obsessed with these sunglasses if I were from Anchorage, Minneapolis, Baltimore, or Madrid.