Showing posts with label Talbots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Talbots. Show all posts

Monday, June 18, 2012

Is that your personal knife?

Talbots top. J.Crew shorts.

I've always loved the sight of a dog sticking its head out of a moving car, tongue-out and grinning from ear to ear. My neighbor's dog (pictured) has a permanent smile that is making me question my mysophobic pet-free existence. It's a tough decision. Cuddles or a germ-free sofa?

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Aestival Assets

Talbots top. Banana Republic skirt.

Dressing in two items of clothing may be on the boring side, but it certainly pleases those prone to bloating (no more Spanx-like tights! women's apparel is evil!). I wish I could don a forgiving skirt and eat my weight in guacamole every day but alas, it's back to winter for this Mexico-enamored maiden. Weekly feasts at La Taqueria will have to do until next time.

Monday, November 21, 2011

The No-Pants Clause

Raoul blouse, Talbots cardigan, Banana Republic skirt & pumps, Ann Taylor handbag.

Dear friends,
I'm alive and well. Also, a little surprised that no one got my eternal recurrence joke. No Nietzsche fans? Anyway, I've been recovering whilst watching Breaking Bad from the very beginning and I couldn't help noticing how much time Bryan Cranston spends pants-less in the first season. Is this the sort of thing that is written into one's contract? "Must be pants-less at least once per episode. AMC reserves the right to choose between briefs and brief nudity."

Monday, November 7, 2011