Oh, what a crisp winter day in the Katy Perry lovin' California! (Sorry for all of those courageously bearing the frosty East Coast weather) As mentioned what seems to be a million posts ago, I live up in the mountains amidst curious coyotes and squawking families of peacocks that parade on my front yard and sneakily pilfer my dog's breakfast. A mere few minutes up my house lies a dizzying highway that has one of the most worthwhile, breathtaking overviews of the LA skyline--- it's inevitably the hotspot for cliché teenage snogging. As for the daytime, it's a postcard perfect location for some Walden-inspired hikes to "find yourself" along a flock of families bickering over camp barbecues. Or, for some typical California pictures to take for your blog… Either way, any opportunity I get to retrieve at least a small dose of my california tan is a challenge I will take head on (sunglasses included).
WARNING: I fearlessly yet hesitatingly stepped outside my barricaded bedroom to take these pics despite my chipmunk-swollen face (darn those wisdom teeth!). Let's just say I
devoured inhaled pints of Vanilla bean gelato while watching White Chicks in my elementary-appropriate fuzzy socks. Thanks a million to the boyfriend for sticking through my recovery and snapping these pics for me!
Nasty Gal kimono / Brandy Melville rings / Kaitlyn romper / Threadsence necklace / Kate Spade bag / Forever 21 socks / Jessica Simpson booties / Unknown sunglasses
I finally got a haircut and snipped off what seemed like miles of rock-heavy hair. Surprisingly getting it chopped off didn't induce a natural feeling of being impersonally victimized by a careless hairdresser. Every time I bravely plop myself down onto the swirling salon chairs, I instantly feel like I'm going into battle and risking some fatality--one that involves my hair. Every energetic and emotionally unprepared snip induces an inner sting as if I'm losing a personal part of myself. (You could say I'm a little melodramatic). I guess now I can hands-down relate to those weeping models on America's Next Top Model who ended up having to rock a confident Jennifer-Lawrence pixie. I lost my ombre, which my friends declare is my signature, so I'm contemplating whether I should do it again..
What do you think? :)
As for my west-coast inspired ensemble with flickers of unprecedented new-york style, I decided to take full advantage of the toasty, sun-glaring weather and wore one of my favorite rompers with one of my favorite prints--floral! (Perfect for spring). My cousin involuntarily abducted my coveted LF lace-trimmed knit sweater in return for her demure, lace kimono which she hasn't claimed yet, thankfully.
With that in mind, I opted for my knee high socks as an additional pop of color that was still winter-fitting. I gleefully snagged some quintessential black booties that will camouflage among the polished New York denizens as my finishing touch to add some height to my 5''4 frame. Turquoise jewelry posed as supporting actors for my look. The fringe on my silver, native-esque necklace hinted a boho-chic effect that was balanced out with my more uptown pieces such as the jet-black sunglasses similarly found in Free People and my classic black & gold Kate Spade satchel. Overall, you could claim my outfit followed a recipe of bi-coastal doses to create a confection. Delicious!