After a few months (ok, maybe 6) I've decided to start posting again. I took a minor break from the blogging when I started my new job back in the fall. However, after many requests, or laziness from copying and pasting the same thing into every g chat conversation, I've decided to jump back on the blogging band wagon.
Here is how I started my Monday morning. The dress code at my office is very socal casual, if you will. Basically you wear whatever you want. Last week someone was walking around bare foot all day, no joke. I always try to dress "cute" for work, but don't let your imagination run wild here, you will never see me in heels. As you can imagine, not all of my Texas outfits fit into my new socal dress code, but I'm trying to make it work here. I haven't purchased my converses quite yet, but that's only because I'm still deciding on a color.
In an effort to make my jcrew cotton dress look a little more edgy and "cool," I decided to wear my new favorite flats (that I purchased in Texas by the way).
I've been getting mixed reactions on these
puppies, but you know me, I don't give a shit, and more importantly, when would the Olsen twins steer me wrong. I'm a big fan of their line
Elizabeth and James. I like them, and if you don't, keep your comments to yourself, or more simply
gfy. Last night I was walking around Santa Monica and a young man stopped me and told me how much he liked my shoes. That made me especially happy since I was walking alongside a certain roommate (sister) of mine that does not particularly care for them.
I was feeling good (=fashionable) when I zipped these puppies up this morning (Yes, they have zippers on the back). I'm making my green tea and minding my own business, when a chatty co-worker of mine walks by starts the usual Monday morning weekend small talk. He begins to walk away and then does a double take and says "Oh my gosh what did you do to your ankles? Are you ok?" I, of course, am like my ankles wtf is this loon talking about, and then I look down and realize I'm wearing my olsen shoes. Oh joy. He thinks my fashionable gladiator sandals are ankle braces.
I mean, really?
Did I mention this was the co-worker who threw up in our workout class last week? Oh no I didn't because he swore me to secrecy. I guess the joke is on him :)
now just time for some more professional photos
all of these pieces are available for sale (duh!)
