Haters Gotta Hate

Now hold it right there.

I know what you are going to say.  But before you speak, ask yourself this:  is your house built over an uninsulated crawl space?  Does your heat come from a wood stove in the kitchen or pour out of vents in the ceiling?  Do you keep the thermostat at 60? Can you consider bottles of beverages left on the kitchen floor refrigerated?

Okay, then.  Plus, they aren't Uggs.  They are made by Acorn and are six years old.

I was getting a little tired of having to thaw my ice cube feet in bed each night, so for a day spent cuddling with a sick little boy, picking up a few things at the grocery store, and baking cookies, I gave in an hauled these out from under the bed.

And I have been warm all day.

Boots, Acorn; cords, Lands' End Canvas; shirt, Gap; denim shirt, American Outpost; scarf, Lord and Taylor; sweater jacket, Context.

At the No Tell Motel

My hotel room in Watertown was huge and clean, but well lit it was not.  Better to hide the wrinkles from my drive, my dear!

I got many positive comments on my outfit at the office, but I felt compelled to tell everyone it was not what I planned on wearing to our event.  It may not have been professional, but it was cute and comfortable and that jacket is the warmest.  I lurve it and am thinking of creative ways to style it for a real day at the office.

Jacket, TJ Maxx; tee, Lands' End Canvas; belt and skirt, Gap Outlet.

Lake Effect Legs

This week I was off to Watertown for a cocktail party for our donors.  We totally lucked out, because we scheduled it for the day between a HUGE lake effect snow event and a deep, deep freeze. Which means it was sloppy underfoot and chilly, but not active snowing and above zero.  Fahrenheit.

So even though the event was two blocks from the hotel, I had some planning to do.  Because I was wearing shoes not conducive to slop, and I had a bunch of stuff to carry.  And I get cold.

It was time to take drastic measures.  Yes.  TWO pairs of tights.

I think the pattern over light grey was very subtle and kept it professional and subdued.  Next time, I look forward to a more interesting color combo!

Traversa Cardigan, J Crew; dress, via TJ Maxx; shoes, Adrienne Vittadini, via TJ Maxx; tights, Cynthia Rowley, guess where?  TJ Maxx! and Target; opal necklace, gift from my beloved.

Might as Well Jump(er)

This is me.

This is me trying not to slip and fall.

Can we talk about something?  Aging.  What's the big deal?  It happens to all of us.  I mention this because I was flipping through Lucky and saw a college classmate in an piece on dressing for your body.  She's had some success as a model and as a singer. She's not a household name, but I've seen her blown up to three times larger than life in a mall store window.  But her age, according to the article, is four years younger than what I suspect it actually is.  Even if she skipped a grade, and was born at the tale end of the incoming kindergarten class the age is still two years younger than what I would bet money on.

So, when entertainers lie about their ages, how does that come about?  Is it an agent's insistence?  Is it the  artist's choice?  And how many MALE celebrities do we suspect about lying about their age?

And why do some of the rest of us living less high profile lives, in careers where youth and beauty are less important, lie about our ages?

And why shave of a few years?  I would go for at least five.

It's bothering me, blog world.

Love,
The 35 Year Old Woman Who Is Dressed Like A School Girl.

Dress, Lands' End Canvas; turtleneck, J Crew; tights, Target: shoes, SE Boutique via DSW.

Gloom

What a gloomy day.  Even my office was too dark for a a picture after 11am.

In brighter news, I lost almost three pounds this week!  All from my ass apparently.

Cardi, J Crew; pants, Context; tee, from Suzy from France; watch, from my beloved for my birthday.

blergh.

I am engaged in some serious mouth breathing today, so please excuse lack of inspiration.

I wish we could wear pj's to work on Fridays sometimes.

Vintage Vintage

This jacket was my mom's in the 70s.  I have a picture of her wearing it when I was a wee one, which means it was more than 30 years ago.

And then it was mine.  I wore this a lot when I was in high school and college.  And it has since languished in the closet, growing dusty and musty, until I freed it and sent it to Phil, the dry cleaner.

My mom used to be able to button it.  I used to be able to button it.  Things have...expanded.

In other news my deck was an ice rink this am.

Jacket, vintage Chelsea; cords, Lands' End Canvas; cami, J Crew.