While my graphic tee preference undoubtedly goes to genuine vintage, few brand-new vintage-inspired graphic tees will inevitably catch my interest. After Christmas and before New Years, I spied this particular one at a boutique in Center City. A few weeks ago, I was discussing shopping with my grandma and she mentioned that if she remains obsessed with an item (likely a gardening gadget, knowing that sweet lady) for a week after first spying it, she will buy it. I take after my grandma in that way because by the time 2017 rolled around, that graphic tee found a home in my dresser, just waiting for summer!
No doubt that I get outfit inspiration from past decades. I hope you all get a good laugh at what I got this outfit inspiration from:
Yes, it is Victor from Wet Hot American freakin’ Summer. I just re-watched the First Day of Camp edition two Fridays ago, in anticipation of the new series this August. (Sidebar: the original movie is no longer on Netflix. Pour one out.) Once you stop laughing, please do chime in on who wore the muscle tee and cut-off denim look the best.
I traded in the sweatbands for stacked bracelets and the Birkenstocks for metallic gold sandals and added a pair of bomb sunglasses. The line between cult movie character and myself is definitely defined by the accessories, y’all.
graphic muscle tee // graphic muscle tee (similar) // cut-off denim short (similar) // sunglasses (alternate colorway) // sunglasses (alternate colorway) // sunglasses (alternate colorway) // hologram tote (similar) // hologram tote (similar) // black diamond cuff // pearl and gold cuff // rose gold cuff // quatrefoil ring // earrings // sandals (similar) // sandals (similar) // sunscreen
Caftans are the most comfortable article of clothing and they are quickly becoming my favorite, even surpassing leggings. I last wrote about my obsession with an embellished dazzler several weeks ago, and again I found myself spending another lazy Sunday in one.
I love that they are so versatile. There is a caftan for every occasion, whether you are in sipping a Manhattan in a dark fancy-pants bar or sipping margaritas by the pool. I have worn them for both occasions, whether I find myself in Center City Philadelphia or Hilton Head.
This lightweight orange number over a bikini was perfect for a 95 degree day. The fuschia Jack Rogers and the clear printed tote brought out the pink sequin detail on the caftan. My favorite accessory was the jalepeno margarita in the floral tumbler.
I have my eye on a few more caftans that I plan to add to my collection:
clockwise from top left:
About a month ago, my bridal party threw me a lovely bridal shower brunch. My pet peeve is dry showers with the little finger sandwiches and all the enforced ooohing and ahhhing. Cue Miranda Hobbes talking about baby showers. Truth be told, I am about as cynical as she is. Last year I had two very different experiences with two very different (baby) showers: a dry tea an hour and a half out of the District and a cocktail (mocktail for the mom-to-be) lunch twenty minutes away from my DC apartment. I kept this contrast in mind when I was asked what I wanted for my shower.
This brought me to my main criteria: must have cocktails and must be a brunch. Brunch is everyone’s favorite, right? Who can turn down a brunch, even if it is for a shower?
Before I can go into my shower prep and outfit I have to give snaps to my sister and my graduate school roommate, both of whom gave the most touching toasts. (Shoutout to mini-Scouting Tall for speaking extemporaneously. All of those years in theater, advanced public speaking, and debate really worked out for you!) As soon as I dried my tears from the first toast, the waterworks turned on for the second toast.
How did I prep for the shower? By hiring hair and makeup. Kinda.
Did you know that when you hit VIB status at Sephora, you get a complimentary makeover? Fact. I promptly booked a makeover at the Georgetown location, where I met Kionna. In the age of Kardashian, I am paranoid that anytime anyone else comes at me with makeup, I will walk away with way more makeup applied than I am comfortable wearing. Yet, I am not particularly skilled at applying it on my own. I loved that Kionna listened to what I wanted (“Just to look like my every day self, but better and more rested.”) and delivered.
My next stop was Drybar. Since I will be using them on the big day, I am test driving as many blow out styles as possible. I have the finest hair ever, second only to mini-Scouting Tall, and both of our hair have tendencies to fall flat. I think I am going to be going with the Southern Comfort on the big day. The higher the hair, the closer to heaven.
I bought several potential shower dresses. My sister, mom, and I ended up coordinating in blue. As for the seersucker, I called dibs.